God-level Trader of Rebirth

Chapter 1 Return

"hiss"

Holding his heavy forehead, Chen Weidong opened his eyes.

Seeing the ceiling above his head, his thoughts became a mess.

"Where is this?"

A familiar small room, rusty old-fashioned windows, and a movie poster of "Dark and Flying Moon" nailed to the cracked wall.

Andy opened his arms in the rain, greedily breathing the free air.

"It's been a long time since this movie"

Chen Weidong murmured.

When his gaze swept to the wall calendar in the corner, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he jumped up from the sofa.

"what's the situation?!"

"November 1996, 5!"

Touching the numbers on it, Chen Weidong was shocked to make sure that he was not dazzled.

Turned.

Double Happiness cigarette butts scattered on the ground, fast food boxes piled up in mountains, smelly socks that are never washed
You can't be wrong, this is the rental house where his third uncle, who has passed away for many years, used to live in!
He will never forget that besides the third uncle, who else can be so sloppy!
reborn? !Still back in the 90s!

In the original time and space.

Chen Weidong, who was at the pinnacle of his life, took advantage of the wave of reform and reorganization of state-owned enterprises and set off a new round of bull market in the stock market.

The market skyrocketed to [-] points.

Economists shouted, "Thousands of things can be expected!"

However, just when the market was booming, the market took a sharp turn for the worse.

The index plummeted by [-] points, and thousands of shares fell by the limit.

Successively set a record for the highest single-day decline in the history of China's stock market.

Institutions and stockholders trampled on each other, hundreds of millions of wealth evaporated in an instant, and countless people went to the rooftop overnight to inspect the last scenery.

at the same time.

Chen Weidong was also secretly plotted against by his best brother, and the leak of the internal delivery order quickly attracted investigation.

Countless media, as if they were discussing it, criticized him frantically, and all kinds of conspiracy theories emerged in endlessly.

The spearhead was directed at Chen Weidong.

For a time, thousands of people criticized.

Chen Weidong couldn't argue with his own words, and with the help of high-level insiders, he was labeled as the "culprit of the stock market disaster".

A generation of legendary stock gods went to jail.

The court sentenced him to 20 years in prison, freezing all property and banning him from the securities market for life.

This is the end.

In the next few decades, despite the ups and downs of China's stock market, it has never been able to return to the position of [-] points, which has become an eternal pain in the hearts of countless stockholders.

After a long prison life, Chen Weidong understands that wealth is just a passing cloud.

It is his only wish to live with nothing but light tea and light food.

However, the tree wants to be quiet but the wind keeps on.

On the day Chen Weidong was released from prison, he encountered a dump truck roaring towards him. He was over sixty years old and couldn't dodge it, and was crushed on the spot...

After waking up, there was this scene in front of him.

Outside the window, cicadas chirped loudly.

The dazzling sunlight penetrated through the dense banyan trees, and the ground was covered with sparkling spots the size of copper coins.

Xiangjiang in May is already very hot.

Chen Weidong leaned against the window, overlooking the old street downstairs.

Several grandmas gathered together, speaking obscure local Cantonese, and could vaguely hear words such as Tsim Sha Tsui, workmanship, etc.

In this era of Xiangjiang, the problem of aging has begun to become prominent, and it will become more severe ten years later. Many elderly people have to work until they are 70 or [-] years old before they can retire...

"Awei, you're awake, I'm so exhausted~"

Just when Chen Weidong was full of thoughts, a man about 30 years old broke in.

Wearing leather shoes, a suit and a tie, flicking the cigarette ash with the index finger, every gesture reveals the demeanor of a chic brother.

This is Chen Weidong's third uncle.

Chen Jie.

Akalin's hometown is recognized as "upper class", "promising youth", and "the hope of the whole village".
There are many titles, so I won't elaborate on them one by one.

In layman's terms, he is the most beautiful boy in the village.

At the beginning, Chen Weidong was fooled by him, and came to Xiangjiang after several twists and turns.

"Stop smoking, this is not a good thing."

Seeing the smoke, Chen Weidong frowned slightly, raised his hand and snatched the cigarette from Third Uncle's mouth, threw it on the ground and stomped it hard.

In about ten years, the third uncle in front of me will suffer from lung cancer and become skinny and skinny.

Even though at that time, Chen Weidong had already possessed endless wealth, but he couldn't save his third uncle's life, and could only watch him pass away in pain.

In order to prevent him from repeating the same mistakes, it is imperative to quit smoking.

"Hehe, you are a promising kid, you still dare to meddle in my business?"

The third uncle's face was stunned, a little surprised, Ah Wei, who was usually shy, seemed to be a different person today, even speaking with an unquestionable momentum.

Ding Ding Ding.
Just when Chen Weidong was about to speak, there was a sudden sound of heavy and hurried footsteps in the corridor
"Awei, hide quickly!"

The third uncle's face changed drastically, and he fell to the ground in an instant regardless of his image, wanting to get under the bed.

"Ugh."

Standing by the window, Chen Weidong smiled wryly, instantly recalling some bad memories.

Bang! !

The door of the room was kicked open violently, surrounded by fierce air waves.

Seven or eight ferocious men rushed in in an instant, filling the small room of less than ten square meters. The strong smell of sweat rushed into the nostrils, and even the air became hot.

"Hehe, are they all there?"

"Chen Jie, you owe my elder brother 300 million, should you deal with it?"

The leading man in a suit stepped forward quickly, pulled out the trembling third uncle who was stuck under the bed, patted the dust on his body, and smoothed his wrinkled collar. The appearance of friends reminiscing about the old days.

"300 million, what are you kidding?"

Chen Weidong's expression froze, thinking that he had heard it wrong. Although he knew that the third uncle was an asshole, it is impossible to owe so much, right?
You know, in the 90s, the richest people in many parts of the mainland couldn't afford so much money.

"It's 80 yuan! I only borrowed 80 yuan!" The third uncle's face was pale, and he took a few steps back in a hurry, his voice trembling.

When the man in the suit saw this, a stern look flashed in his eyes, then he smiled again and said, "We agreed to pay it off in one month, and now it's been three months, and the rest is considered interest."

"But the interest is too high, how can I pay it back?!"

The third uncle's throat squirmed, swallowed, and said with a frightened face, his eyes rolled from time to time, and he glanced out of the window slightly from the corner of his eye.

Chen Weidong understood in no time, he just shook his head very slightly, signaling to the third uncle not to take risks, the height of the three-story building would really fall to his death, let alone run away.

"This is your problem, otherwise you should know our 14K rules."

The man in the suit didn't seem to notice Third Uncle's little move, so he casually picked up the lighter on the table next to him, lit a cigarette, and said with a playful expression.

"Brother Xiong, don't talk nonsense with him, first use this kid's hand as interest." A bald man with a fleshy face next to him was already very impatient, he took out a machete emitting a cold light, and went straight to Uncle San walked over.

"No!!…"

The third uncle yelled in horror, kept retreating, and shrank to the corner of the wall.

Chen Weidong frowned, wondering how the third uncle got into the underworld, it seemed to be different from the memory of his previous life.

"Brother Xiong! Please give me a few more days, I"

Snapped! !

Before third uncle could finish speaking, the bald man slapped him hard.

"Damn you, Brother Xiong is what you can call him?"

"Catch this bastard!"

Ignoring the third uncle's wailing and begging for mercy.

Several big men rushed forward, lifted the third uncle who was limp on the ground, and pressed him on the table violently.

One of the ponies held his hand to prevent him from retracting.

The bald man grinned grinningly, his face trembling, and quickly raised his knife to chop it down.

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"and many more!!"

"what!!!"

(End of this chapter)