Rebirth of the Super Financial Empire

Memory is like the New Year pictures on the door of the ancestral house, yellow, long-lasting, misty, and carrying the vicissitudes of time.

Chen Luo put his hands in his trousers pockets, lowered his head and hunched over, and was swinging on the way home with a big schoolbag on his back. He looked more or less absent-minded, his brows were furrowed all the time, and he looked a little unsmiling.

Very serious.

"Hey, boss, let me have a bottle of mineral water." A mellow female voice sounded next to me.

"One dollar and five."

"Thanks."

The girl took the water, glanced in his direction, and strode away.

Perhaps noticing the girl's doubtful eyes, Chen Luo touched his face and finally raised his head.

There was a mirror placed at the entrance of the canteen, and his appearance was reflected in the mirror. He was about fourteen or fifteen years old, about one meter sixty-five meters tall. The outline of his face was a bit blurry, and there were not many traces of more than ten years later.

The long pieces covered his eyebrows, and only his narrow eyes could be seen.

"Danfengyan?" Chen Luo grinned and laughed softly.

This day is March 8, 1996, which is the traditional Women's Day and the third day of the second semester of the third year of junior high school. However, these three days have unusual significance for Chen Luo.

When he first awakens from a great dream, does Zhuang Zhou dream of a butterfly or a butterfly dream of Zhuang Zhou?

Chen Luo has been thinking about this question for the past three days. Unfortunately, no one can give him the answer. The only fact he knows is that he was reborn and returned to his past.

Before he was reborn, he was drinking and met a beautiful woman who came over to strike up a conversation. After having a few drinks together, he went to check out a room. Unexpectedly, he was led by the woman into a small alley next to him and was blindfolded.

His head was broken... and after that, there was no consciousness at all.

It is a very common method of trapping. If he were not very drunk, it would be impossible for a flower veteran like him to take the bait. Unfortunately, he often walks by the river and his shoes will not get wet. He finally got his comeuppance in this matter.

As Chen Luo walked, he sorted out the fragmentary memories. The thirty-year-old uncle suddenly returned to his junior high school days. No matter how good his psychological quality was, he could not avoid a little panic. Of course, there was also a trace of panic.

proud.

Being able to start life over again is probably something that countless people dream of. However, in the past three days, Chen Luo has thought about it many times and read it many times, but Chen Luo has never been able to accept the fact of his rebirth with peace of mind.

"Just think of it as being raped once by fate." Chen Luo sneered softly, shook his head, and stopped thinking about it.

Chen Luo's home is in a tube building on Guanghua Road, about five stops away from Yunshan Xingguang Middle School. Chen Luo usually takes the bus home after school, but in the past three days, there are many things that he has not figured out.

, he always walks home.

It was already six o'clock when we came downstairs, and it was almost dark. The Tongzi Tower in the 1980s looked gray and dilapidated, with skinny ivy crawling on the walls. The green leaves had not yet grown, so it looked a bit deserted and desolate.

Chen Luo took a deep breath, tugged hard on the key in his pocket, and then strode upstairs. When he reached the third floor, he took the key and opened the door. As always, his parents were still working overtime and had not returned.

Turning on the dim light bulb, you can see everything in the room at a glance, including a row of old cloth, a 21-inch color TV, a dining table, and a telephone in the corner.

You can also see a refrigerator in the kitchen with its paint peeling off.

The house has two bedrooms and one living room, but there is very little furniture. Because it is an old house, the walls are cracked in several places, exposing the rough cement dust inside. All this shows that the family is not wealthy.

Chen Luo put his schoolbag on the sofa, walked to the table and started eating. This was food left for him by his parents when they were working the night shift. It had been like this for the past three days.

What was rare was that after eating vegetarian food for three days, there was a bowl of braised pork in the big blue and white bowl today. Chen Luo lowered his head and ate the bowl of white rice in a few mouthfuls. Then he looked at the braised pork and sighed.

After taking a breath, Feng Zhuan Can Yun picked up a few pieces and stuffed them into his mouth and ate them.

After that, he went back to his room and started doing his homework. The room was not big. After setting up a desk and bed, there was not much space. There was a small lamp and a few thin books on the table. Apart from that,

Nothing else. But the house is very clean and tidy. Of course, this is all the credit of my mother.

After all, he had studied in high school and college in his previous life. These assignments in the third grade of junior high school were not difficult for him, but he still had to do them. After all, he was not a genius, and it was not surprising that he had missed some knowledge points. In his previous life, it was precisely because of the

A careless attitude towards study led to my failure in the high school entrance examination. I went to an ordinary high school, and then I could only study in a third-rate university. Since I was starting over in this life, I naturally had to have a good start.

When it was nearly nine o'clock, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, followed by two voices, "Jiahua, what's going on with Xiaoluo recently? She looks very lethargic. Is she sick?"

"

"I'm probably tired from studying." came a man's voice.

"Didn't you ask the teacher about his grades..."

"Shh, Xiaoluo is very sensitive at this age and has strong self-esteem. There are some things that we just need to know and don't say out loud."

"oh……"

Then, the door opened and the young couple walked in.

Chen Luo looked at the door. His parents, who were in their mid-thirties, were still young. However, how long could they do this kind of heavy manual labor in a factory day and night? How long could they persist?

Chen Luo felt sad when he thought of his parents in later generations who had gray hair and wrinkles before they were fifty. He secretly clenched his fists and dug his nails into his flesh. No matter what, he must let his parents live a good life.

After closing the book, he left the room, looked at his parents longingly, then walked to his mother, Cao Dongmei, and hugged her gently, "Mom, happy holidays."

"Ah..." After Cao Dongmei was stunned for a moment, two hot tears fell from the corners of her eyes, "Okay... okay... Happy holidays..." She responded incoherently and cried excitedly. Her son has finally grown up.

? This is the first time her son has said such words to her.

Father Chen Jiahua's eyes were also a little sore. He turned his head, quickly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said with dignity like a parent, "Xiaoluo, go take a shower quickly. It's time to go to bed soon."

"Oh." Chen Luo nodded, turned around and walked towards the bathroom.

Chen Jiahua and Cao Dongmei looked at his back, a little distracted.

…

Chen Luo stayed up late that night and read through all the books from the three years of junior high school. He unexpectedly found that his memory seemed to have gotten a little better, and his understanding ability was so strong that it was even abnormal.

I read an Olympiad mathematics book and flipped through a few questions, and I could figure out the answers after just a few glances.

This made Chen Luo a little shocked. You must know that in his previous life, he was not a particularly smart person, and his memory was so-so. He could occasionally take advantage of opportunities, but when it came to really staying on top of things, his memory seemed a bit mediocre.

Of course, this is a happy thing, because it means that he may be able to spend less time on studying in the future and spare more time to do other things.

As for what I want to do, I haven't decided yet, but no matter what I do, making money to improve my family's conditions is an urgent matter.

He woke up at six o'clock in the morning. In order to verify whether his memory was really as strong as he thought, he recited several excerpts from the article he had read last night. Naturally, he finished it easily.

At seven o'clock, his mother knocked on the door and asked him to have breakfast. Breakfast was simple white flour steamed buns and pickles and millet porridge. This was almost the same thing for more than ten years.

Perhaps because of his rebirth, his personality has also changed. Now he likes these things that he usually hates so much. He also enjoys the warmth of getting along with his parents, the emotion of a young man in the rebellious period of youth.

Naturally, it can never be found on him again.

I wolfed down two steamed buns and a bowl of porridge, and then carried my schoolbag to school. Because I lived outside the school, I didn’t need to participate in morning exercises and morning self-study. I just needed to arrive before 8:30, so I had plenty of time.

But there's no need to worry.

Because he thought about some things clearly last night, the young man now undoubtedly looks a lot more confident. Although occasionally his eyes show different vicissitudes than those of his peers, but if he hadn't made stupid remarks, overall,

, still looks like a pure young man.

Yunshan City is a prefecture-level city in Jiangnan Province with a population of about two million. In 1996, most cities in the country had already formed a large scale and began to expand towards the suburbs. However, Yunshan lacked geographical advantages and mineral advantages.

The city is still in a state of obscurity. This city, which is only two hours' drive from the provincial capital, is more often like a remote rural area, isolated and poor.

Chen Luo remembered that Yunshan City only started to open on a large scale in 2003. Because it is backed by Yunfu Mountain, with beautiful lakes and spring scenery, mountains and rivers, it has unique tourism resources. It was later opened as a national tourism

city, but it was a pity that Chen Luo had already left Yunshan City at that time, working hard in the south, and did not personally participate in this miracle.

Of course, for him who is penniless, thinking about these issues now has no practical meaning, which is more or less depressing.

"You have to think carefully about how to make the first pot of gold." Chen Luo thought in his heart.

"Pa..." He kicked a stone away at random, and immediately heard a nice girl's voice coming from the front, "Who is it? He's going to die."

When the girl turned around and saw Chen Luo, her face immediately turned red, she muttered something without knowing what she was talking about, and ran away quickly.

Chen Luo looked at the girl's retreating back, stood there and touched her nose, smiling bitterly.dd