God of Rebirth Trader

Chapter 1 Return to eighteen years old

"hiss"

Covering his heavy forehead, Chen Weidong opened his eyes.

Seeing the ceiling above my head, my thoughts became a mess.

"Where is this?"

The small room looked familiar, with rusty old-fashioned windows and a movie poster of "Dark Moon" nailed to the cracked wall.

Andy opened his arms in the rain, greedily breathing the free air.

"This movie has been around for many years"

Chen Weidong murmured.

When his eyes glanced at the calendar in the corner, his pupils suddenly shrank and he jumped up from the sofa.

"what's the situation?!"

"May 24, 1996!"

Chen Weidong was shocked when he touched the numbers on it to make sure there were no dazzling eyes.

Turned.

Double Happiness cigarette butts scattered on the ground, mountains of fast food boxes, and smelly socks that are never washed

There is no mistake, this is the rental house where his third uncle, who has been deceased for many years, once lived!

He will never forget that besides his third uncle, who else can be so sloppy!

Reborn?! Or back to the 1990s!

In the original time and space.

Chen Weidong, who was at the peak of his life, took advantage of the wave of reform and reorganization of state-owned enterprises to set off a new round of bull market in the stock market.

The market soared to 5,000 points.

Economists shouted, "There is hope!"

However, just when the market was doing well, the market took a sharp turn.

The index plummeted by 500 points, and thousands of stocks fell by the limit.

It successively set the highest single-day decline record in the history of China's stock market.

Institutions and investors trampled on each other, billions of wealth evaporated in an instant, and countless people climbed onto the rooftop overnight to inspect the final scenery.

at the same time.

Chen Weidong was also secretly plotted by his best brother, and the leakage of internal delivery orders quickly triggered an investigation.

Countless media outlets have been frantically criticizing him verbally and in writing, as if they had all agreed upon it, and various conspiracy theories are emerging one after another.

The target is pointed directly at Chen Weidong.

In one moment, thousands of people can point to it.

Chen Weidong was unable to defend himself at all, and with the help of insiders at the top, he was even labeled as the "culprit of the stock market crash."

The legendary stock god of a generation is imprisoned.

The court sentenced him to 20 years in prison, froze all his property, and banned him from the securities market for life.

So far.

In the following decades, despite the ups and downs of the Chinese stock market, it never returned to the 5,000-point position, which became an eternal pain in the hearts of countless investors.

After experiencing a long life in prison, Chen Weidong understands that wealth is just a passing cloud.

His only wish is to live out the rest of his life with light tea and light meals.

However, the tree wants to be still but the wind does not stop.

On the day Chen Weidong was released from prison, he encountered a roaring dump truck. He, who was over sixty years old, could not avoid it and was crushed on the spot...

When I woke up, I saw this scene in front of me.

Outside the window, cicadas chirped noisily.

The dazzling sunlight filtered through the dense banyan trees, imprinting the ground with sparkling light spots the size of copper coins.

It’s already very hot in Hong Kong in May.

Chen Weidong leaned against the window edge, overlooking the old street below.

Several grandmothers gathered together and spoke in obscure local Cantonese. You could vaguely hear words like Tsim Sha Tsui, workmanship, and so on.

In this era of Xiangjiang, the problem of aging has begun to become prominent, and it will become more serious in ten years. Many elderly people will have to work until they are sixty or seventy years old before they can retire...

"Awei, wake up, I'm really exhausted~"

Just when Chen Weidong was thinking a lot, a man about thirty years old broke in.

Wearing leather shoes, suit and tie, flicking the cigarette ashes with your index finger, and every gesture, you can see the cool and unrestrained style.

This is Chen Weidong's third uncle.

Chen Jie.

Akarin's hometown is recognized as a "gentle person", a "promising young man" and "the hope of the whole village".

There are many other titles, so I won’t explain them all one by one.

In layman's terms, he is the most handsome boy in the village.

I think that Chen Weidong was deceived by him at the beginning and came to Xiangjiang after many twists and turns.

"Stop smoking, this is not a good thing."

Seeing the smoke filling up, Chen Weidong frowned slightly, raised his hand and snatched the cigarette from his third uncle's mouth, threw it to the ground and stepped on it several times.

About ten years later, the third uncle in front of me will suffer from lung cancer and become a rugged skin and bones.

Even though Chen Weidong already had endless wealth at that time, he could not save his third uncle's life and could only watch him die in pain.

In order to prevent him from making the same mistake again, it was urgent to quit smoking.

"Hey, you are a promising kid, how dare you meddle in my affairs?"

The third uncle's face was startled, and he was a little surprised. Ah Wei, who was usually shy, seemed to be a different person today. He even spoke with an unquestionable aura.

Deng Deng Deng.

Just when Chen Weidong was about to speak, there was suddenly a heavy and rapid sound of footsteps in the corridor.

"Ah Wei, hide quickly!"

The third uncle's expression changed drastically, and he immediately threw himself to the ground regardless of his image, trying to get under the bed.

"well."

Chen Weidong stood by the window and smiled bitterly, recalling some bad memories in an instant.

Bang!!

The door was kicked open violently, followed by a fierce wave of air.

Seven or eight fierce-looking men rushed in instantly, filling the small room of less than ten square meters. The thick smell of sweat rushed into the nose, and the air became hot.

"Haha, are you all here?"

"Chen Jie, is it time to deal with the three million you owe my elder brother?"

The leading man in a suit walked forward quickly, pulled out the shivering third uncle who was stuck under the bed, patted the dust on his body, smoothed his wrinkled collar, and looked like an old man.

The way friends reminisce about old times.

"Three million, are you kidding me?"

Chen Weidong's expression was stagnant, thinking that he had heard wrongly. Although he knew that his third uncle was a bastard, he couldn't possibly owe so much, right?

You know, in the 1990s, the richest man in many places in mainland China could not afford so much money.

"It's 800,000! I only borrowed 800,000!" The third uncle's face turned pale, he hurriedly took a few steps back and defended with a trembling voice.

When the man in the suit saw this, a stern look flashed in his eyes, and then he smiled and said: "We agreed to pay it off in one month, but now it's been three months, and the rest is considered interest."

"But the interest rate is too high, how can I possibly pay it back?!"

The third uncle's throat squirmed, he swallowed, and said with a look of horror on his face. His eyes moved from time to time, and he glanced slightly out of the window.

Chen Weidong understood immediately, and just shook his head slightly to signal his third uncle not to take risks. At the height of three floors, he might really fall to death, let alone run away.

"This is your problem, otherwise you should know our 14K rules."

The man in the suit didn't seem to notice the third uncle's little move. He picked up the lighter on the table next to him, lit a cigarette, and said with a playful expression.

"Brother Xiong, stop talking nonsense with him. Let's use this kid's hand as interest first." A bald man with a sinewy face next to him was already very impatient. He took out a machete that emitted a cold light and pointed straight at it.

Third uncle walked over.

"No!!…"

The third uncle screamed in horror, kept retreating, and shrank into the corner of the wall.

Chen Weidong frowned, wondering how his third uncle got into trouble with the underworld. This seemed to be different from the memory of his previous life.

"Brother Xiong! Please give me a few more days of grace, I"

Snapped!!

Before the third uncle could finish his words, the bald man slapped him hard.

"I'm going to catch you, Brother Xiong, are you the one who can call me?"

"Catch this bad boy!"

Ignore the third uncle's whining and begging for mercy.

Several big men swarmed up, lifted up the third uncle who was lying limply on the ground, and slammed him down on the table.

One of the horse boys suppressed his hand to prevent him from retracting it.

The bald man smiled ferociously, the flesh on his face trembled, and he quickly raised his knife to chop it down.

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"etc!!"

"ah!!!"

(End of chapter)