"Changshan is coming, 22 and 23 seats, take your things and get ready to get off. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info," the conductor shouted at the top of his voice.

Zhong Zhe pushed his cousin, who was still sleeping in a daze, and carried his luggage, ready to get out of the car.

Squeak -

The bus stopped at an intersection.

Zhong Zhe walked down from the car with two duffel bags, turned his head to look around, the surrounding buildings gave him a strong sense of familiarity, and he muttered, "It's been a long time, 00 years of Changshan." ”

"Brother, what did you say?" The cousin next to him, Zhong Lin, asked.

Zhong Zhe took advantage of the orange street lamp to carefully look at his cousin, who was more than ten years younger, and said with a smile, "It's nothing." ”

Zhong Lin sat in the car for a few hours, a little uncomfortable, and said, "Did you call my uncle?" ”

"No need to fight."

Zhong Zhe looked at the opposite side of the road, a motorcycle was driving this way, and the person in the car was his father Zhong Lei.

"Uncle, this way." Zhong Lin also saw it and waved his hand excitedly.

The motorcycle stopped in front of them, Zhong Lei got out of the car, and asked with concern, "How is it, are you motion sickness?" ”

"Sort of." Zhong Lin nodded.

Zhong Zhe looked at his father, who was much younger, and his eyes moistened.

It's 00 years now, and his dad is only forty years old, just in the prime of life, with no gray hair and no wrinkles on his face. And the legs and feet are sharp.

Sixteen years later, because of a stroke, his father's left foot was a little paralyzed, it was not convenient to walk, and his blood pressure and blood lipids were high, so he had to take medicine to control it. These illnesses make him look like he is aging very quickly.

He clenched his fists and secretly vowed, "God gives me a chance to start over, I must let my parents live a good life and stop running for a living." ”

Zhong Lei quickly tied several bags of luggage to the back of the car and said, "Get in the car." ”

Three big men, crammed into a motorcycle, with three bags of luggage tied to the back, are naturally very uncomfortable, but fortunately the store is not far away, just a few minutes.

At this time, it was already one o'clock in the middle of the night, and almost all the shops around were closed, only the street lights were still on.

Zhong Zhe looked at the environment along the way, and gradually evoked a long memory.

Cheung Son is an industrial town in the Pearl River Delta region, which can be said to be full of factories. His parents opened the shop a year ago and didn't leave until '05, a total of five years.

In five years, the changes in Changshan have been enormous.

What was originally an empty space will soon be built as a high-rise building. Many factories will also be converted into residential areas.

His parents' shop, next to the central market, was made of one kind of tin sheet.

In the summer, the sun shines directly on the tin sheet, there are no windows in the store, and at night, it is stuffy and hot, even like a steam oven. But his parents still insisted on sleeping in the store, because they were worried that the door of the store would be pried open.

When he arrived at the store, Zhong Zhe saw his forty-year-old mother, whose nose was a little sour.

"I've been in the car for so long, I'm hungry. I cooked porridge at the rented house. Let's go, I'll take you there. Wang Fang took the key and walked out.

Zhong Zhe and the two followed behind with their luggage.

The rental was very close, just across the street, and it was full of houses that had been built in previous years, mostly rented out to people who had small businesses like theirs.

They rent on the third floor, with three bedrooms and one living room. It's a shared house with a fellow villager.

It is said to be renting, and in normal times, it is used as a warehouse. It was only during the summer vacation that the children came and packed up for them to live in.

After Zhong Lei and Wang Fang took them upstairs, they gave them the key, gave them a few words, and went downstairs back to the store.

Zhong Lin ate a bowl of porridge and went to sleep.

After Zhong Zhe finished eating, he washed the pots and dishes, returned to the room, took a notebook and pen, and gently closed the door. When I came to the living room, there was no furniture in the living room, and there were some goods piled up, all of which were wool.

That's right, it's the yarn used to knit sweaters. In recent years, because there are a lot of migrant workers from the north, it may be that they are more accustomed to knitting sweaters by themselves, so the sales of woolen yarn are good.

Not only are his parents selling wool, but several families next to him are also selling wool, and all of them are their fellow villagers.

"Selling wool is not a long-term solution."

He frowned. The woolen business will be easy to do this year and next year.

In the following year, the number of migrant workers began to decrease, and many factories moved away, and those that closed down closed down, and all of a sudden no one bought wool.

In the original history, his parents used the money they earned in the past few years to buy the two best stalls in the market at the end of next year. In the following year, business plummeted.

Just when they were thinking about whether to change careers, the street next to the market was about to be demolished. A few rows of new tin houses were built in the vacant land just in front of the market and rented to them as compensation.

In this way, all the savings of his parents were lost, and he owed a lot of money to the wholesaler. The number of migrant workers is decreasing year by year, and business is getting worse and worse.

At its worst, they couldn't even afford to pay for their tuition. It was in that year that his father suffered a stroke. Fortunately, it is not serious, but the left leg has not felt much since then.

When he heard the news, he thought about it for two days, dropped out of school, took over the family's small shop, which had little business, and supported the family.

And he has slowly changed from a timid and introverted student who follows the rules to a businessman with a thick face and a black heart.

Recalling the past, his heart fluctuated, and he thought countless times that if his parents didn't take down those two stalls at the end of next year, the fate of their family would be different.

My father would not worry about the business in the store and his tuition fees that would cause a stroke, and my mother's health would not deteriorate due to fear. He won't drop out of school either......

Now, he finally has a chance to change the fate of his family.

"None of this will happen as long as there is money."

He had just been on the bus and was ecstatic when he was sure that he was reborn in the year 2000. He desperately hoped that he could reverse all this.

Now, he has to sort out how to make money.

He took a piece of paper and put it on the floor, sat down, and began to take note of it as soon as he lay down in a box.

From its rebirth in 2016 to 2000, opportunities to make money were simply everywhere. He was afraid that he would forget, so he took a notebook and wrote it down, he knew more about housing prices, the stock market, and the Internet.

After the list, he began to recall what major events had happened in the country in the next fifteen years, and as long as he could think of it, he wrote it down,

In order to avoid the notebook being seen by others, he tried to use cryptic words as much as possible. Make sure that others can't understand it even if they read it.

It wasn't until he could no longer remember what to write about that he put down his pen and thought about how to make money.

In fact, there are many ways to make money, the only problem is that there is no start-up capital.

He is only 19 years old now and has just finished the college entrance examination. Are his parents willing to give him a large sum of money to let him run it?

The answer is no.

So, he had to start from scratch.