Blue sky and white clouds, fresh air.
This should have been a wonderful day to enjoy the warm winter sun.
Chen Dong stood on the street, completely bewildered, staring in astonishment at the passersby.
Bell-bottoms?
An afro?
When did retro fashion become popular?
And those people riding 28-inch heavy-duty bicycles.
What the hell is this?
Looking around, there are no tall buildings, only low bungalows, the tallest of which is no more than 5 stories.
Everything felt both familiar and strange.
I hope I haven't wandered off to some film set.
Where is the camera?
Where is the director?
Why can't I see a single staff member?
Chen Dong looked down at his clothes, which were exactly the same as the fashionable young man he had just seen.
"No!"
"This isn't me!"
Chen Dong opened his mouth with difficulty, somewhat incredulous.
"Boom!"
His brain was buzzing, as if it were about to split open.
"ah!"
Memories flooded back like a tidal wave, like a knife scraping against his bones, causing him excruciating pain.
Chen Dong, eighteen years old, is the second oldest child in his family. He only has a primary school education and is unemployed.
My father works for a state-owned enterprise, and my mother is a full-time housewife who takes care of the family's food and drink.
The eldest sister, Chen Nan, has just started working. She has two younger sisters, Chen Xi and Chen Bei, who are still in school.
"No!"
Two memories intertwined and merged... a hint of confusion appeared in his eyes.
His name is also Chen Dong. He is an orphan, a graduate of a top university with a master's degree in finance, and in 2021, at the age of 35, he was already the chairman of a listed company with a net worth of over one billion yuan. He had just been named one of the top ten outstanding young people, and he was still single...
......
Chen Dong squatted on the ground, panting heavily, feeling completely exhausted.
"Today is January 1st, 1990..."
"Have I gone back to the early 90s, the era when gold was everywhere?"
Chen Dong's body trembled slightly, his eyes filled with shock.
"So you're saying you haven't even started a company yet, and the shares haven't been distributed?"
"Oh well."
"Since God has given me a second chance, in this life, I will build my own business empire..."
Chen Dong gritted his teeth and let out a low growl.
In his previous life, Chen Dong spent ten years building his business, transforming an unknown small company into a star listed enterprise with a valuation of over 100 billion.
It was also in this year that, due to the excessively dispersed shareholding, Chen Dong, the founder who held less than 1% of the shares, was ousted from the company.
Ten years of hard work, only to become a piece of meat on Wall Street's chopping block—pathetic and laughable.
On the day he was kicked out of the company, Chen Dong got completely drunk. When he woke up, he found himself back in time 30 years ago.
"Ha ha ha ha......"
Chen Dong looked up at the sky and roared, laughing wildly and maniacally, attracting the attention of passersby.
"Sigh, another one has gone mad."
"Exactly! I bet he heard that someone in the family made ten thousand yuan and got a shock from it!"
"......"
Chen Dong quickly shut up and got up to leave.
Although we have entered the early 1990s, it is still an era of restlessness.
Some monsters and demons are frequently seen.
Keeping a low profile is the key to success.
With the memories of his previous thirty years, he wouldn't do badly whether he pursued a career in government or business.
"But......"
Chen Dong shook his head firmly, thinking to himself.
"His educational background was too low, he missed the best opportunity to pursue a career in government, and the rules and regulations of officialdom were incompatible with his personality..."
"Going abroad is one way, and at this time, some of the biggest opportunities are overseas. However, the cost of going abroad is also a problem."
"The most important thing is to earn your first pot of gold."
"Make money from foreigners, invest in the motherland, and build your own business empire."
Great, this is it!
Thinking of this, Chen Dong's eyes lit up, and his mind suddenly cleared.
Indeed, just as he had predicted, in 2021, China had become the world's second-largest economy and was expected to become the world's largest economy within a decade or so.
Who would have thought that this giant dragon of the East has awakened and, in just 30 years, caught up with and surpassed the development path that many countries had taken 200 years to complete?
What should we do?
As Chen Dong walked, he pondered the unicorns he had built into giants in his previous life.
internet?
E-commerce?
Mobile payment?
Real estate development?
cell phone?
Blockchain?
Holy crap!
Chen Dong couldn't help but swear.
His choice of which industries to focus on was correct.
In fact, these industries all became behemoths in later generations.
However, these industries did not truly develop until after 2000.
By the time that happens, it will probably be too late.
Chen Dong felt like crying, even though he knew of many ways to make money.
In the early 1990s, it was like gold was everywhere.
As long as it's a business, making money is almost like picking up money off the street.
Even if it's just selling shoes, you can make a fortune every day.
This is no joke; I remember some people made their fortunes from leather shoes...
"call!"
Chen Dong took a deep breath and reached into his pocket.
There was a stack of banknotes in his pocket, some in small change and some in large bills, totaling exactly 300 yuan.
Upon seeing this 'huge sum of money,' Chen Dong's eyes welled up with tears.
300 yuan...
Most of the bills were 10-yuan notes, but there were also 5-yuan, 2-yuan, and 1-yuan notes, making it look like a thick stack.
But in later generations, that amount of money wouldn't even be a fraction of what you'd spend on a pair of Air Jordans.
In 1990, 300 yuan was three months' salary for an average person.
But that's all!
Wages were low and prices were low in those days.
Using 300 yuan to buy goods and then resell them can yield considerable profits, but the initial capital is too small, and you probably won't even earn back the travel expenses.
The thought of only having 300 yuan in his pocket made Chen Dong sigh.
More than ten or twenty years later, Chen Dong told people that he, the world's richest man, started with 300 yuan.
Even if someone believed that, it would take a lot of effort.
The world's richest man started with 300 yuan? Who are you kidding?
Does he really think he's the gambling hero Chen Daozai, able to win 37 million with just 20 yuan?
Please, that's just in movies and TV shows. Who in real life could do that?
But Chen Dong wants to say that in this era where opportunities abound, anything is possible.
......
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