This was an uncivilized era where scoundrels, warlords, and heroes coexisted. While most people earned a meager income of just a hundred or two, there existed a select few who made fortunes overnight, swiftly amassing their original capital in this blank slate of a time. Reborn in 1992, Chai Jin stood aboard the aging green train heading south, gazing out at the land rejuvenated by the spring breeze of reform, his eyes sharp with ambition: I shall build a fortune that shakes the heavens! Thus began a magnificent and turbulent legend in the world of commerce.
Jiangnan Province, Rice Blossom Village.
In the distance, low, earthen brick houses were neatly lined up, the broad leaves of poplar trees by the roadside gently swaying, and golden rice stalks rustling like waves. Chai Jin, clutching a sickle, dashed wildly along the embankment, his murderous aura startling sparrows foraging in the fields.
“Hurry, hurry up!”
Chai Jin, his face cold as frost, urged the two girls behind him.
One was his sister, Chai Fang.
The other was his six-year-old sister, Chai Xiaoshan.
Chai Fang shouted anxiously, “Jin, what’s wrong? Where are you going?”
“To save someone!”
“Save who?”
“Father!”
“Huh?”
The sisters were bewildered, but Chai Jin had already leapt over a ditch. In the distance, a crowd could be seen gathering and jeering.
“Father, you must wait for me!”
His eyes were bloodshot; nothing else mattered to him now.
Two hours ago, he was forty-six, having fallen in a car accident in 2020. Upon awakening, he realized he had been reborn.
This day was October 8, 1991.
He was only seventeen.
It took him two hours to emerge from the shock of reincarnation. After asking his sister the date, he remembered what was to happen on this day.
On this day, his father, Chai Mingguo, was forced by creditors, humiliated beneath their crotches, and had his head urinated upon. A man of fierce pride, cornered with no way out, his father took his own life on the spot.
From then on, the creditors took his sister Chai Fang and Chai Xiaoshan away.
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