Voltando ao Passado para me Tornar um Magnata
Esta é uma era de grande reestruturação: os antigos senhores já deixaram o poder e os novos ainda não assumiram! Esta é uma história sobre voltar ao passado, e, nesse tempo de grandes mudanças, tornar-se finalmente o maior conglomerado financeiro do mundo. O país possui os conglomerados? Na verdade, são os conglomerados que possuem o país! Este livro também é conhecido como “De Volta à Era dos Conglomerados na Segunda Guerra Mundial”, “A Fundação do Império no Sudeste Asiático pelos Conglomerados”, “Começando na Europa, Fundando um País no Sudeste Asiático” e “Começando como Conglomerado, Tomando o Lugar dos Japoneses”... ————— Grupo de leitores: 739209015. Todos são bem-vindos para se juntar e discutir a trama juntos.
Voltando ao Passado para me Tornar um Magnata
The road, pockmarked with shell craters, resembled the face of someone with severe acne scars. Every house along the street had been reduced to ruins, and wisps of smoke drifted above the city. Across the street, the wreckage of destroyed buses and cars lay scattered in chaos. In the enormous craters, ruptured water and sewage pipes spewed forth clear water and filth, pooling into the craters and turning the street into a place as filthy as a cesspit.
The shrill air raid sirens had ceased.
Li Yian wandered aimlessly down the street, staring at the apocalyptic scene before him, desperately wishing it was all just a dream.
But it was all too real.
Only a moment ago, he had been carrying a bag of goods, ready to deliver them to his roommate, who ran a street stall. As usual, she was at her usual spot after work, and he would occasionally go by to lend a hand.
In the blink of an eye, he found himself on a strange street.
A red double-decker bus, a red telephone booth, a policeman in a black helmet blowing a whistle—it all looked as if it had leaped straight out of an old film about London.
After all, in twenty-first-century London, there would never be the sound of air raid sirens, or panicked crowds fleeing desperately, let alone propeller-driven fighter planes roaring through the sky.
Though he was still dazed, Li Yian, driven by survival instinct, joined the throng of people fleeing into the nearest Underground station.
Then came the deafening roar of explosions. The shockwaves left him stupefied for what felt like an
