1988: Back to the human world for a few years

Chapter 2 Don’t Live Like an Idiot

1988, Qilu.

Just after the summer solstice, the air can't wait to get hot.

Under the harsh direct sunlight, the dense foxtail grass hung its head listlessly in the air, allowing the brown grasshoppers and green oil-thieves to jump all over it.

The huge saline-alkali land, under the sunlight, showed a pale color mixed with yellow and gray, which made the dozens of green train cars mixed in the foxtail grass look even more dilapidated...

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"You are like a fire in the winter, the blazing flame warms my heart;"

"Every time you walk quietly to my side, the firelight~~lights me up!"

A passionate melody with a sense of the times came from the train room, attracting a group of young people who were hiding under the trees outside to cool off. They were envious and stretched their necks to hear it more clearly.

The so-called "train house" is a movable house made to imitate the green train carriage. It was a portable employee dormitory that was widely used in major state-owned enterprises in the 2010s and 2050s. In state-owned enterprises that need to work in the field for a long time, this thing still existed as early as . This thing is sturdy and durable. As long as there is a trailer to help, it can be settled anywhere. It is cost-effective both from a safety perspective and from a cost perspective. Therefore, if there are no other considerations, this thing can even be used until .

However, although this small tin house with an internal space of only 10 square meters at most looks pretty good from the outside and has a first-class riot resistance, only those who have lived in it know how miserable it is.

In the train room which was three times hotter than the sauna room, Yang Mo stared blankly at the extremely fashionable "Yanwu" tape recorder in front of him. Even though beads of sweat were dripping down his forehead one by one, he had no intention of wiping them off.

"Your big eyes are bright and sparkling, like the brightest star in the sky!" The magnetic voice of handsome Fei is still ringing.

Yang Mo glanced at the bamboo mat on the narrow bed, then looked up at the posters on the wall. In the poster in the middle, a guy wearing a red jacket, with curly hair and a pair of deep eyes was smiling brightly.

Wow, no matter what era’s aesthetic standards are used from, this guy named Fei is definitely extremely handsome!
With his right hand, he touched the small row of pirated hardcover tapes in the paper box, which were about to disappear in his memory.

"Child Tenor" Zhang Yusheng...

"The Queen of Deep Love" Su Rui...

"The first generation of child star singer" Cheng Lin...

"Disco Queen" Zhang Qiang...

“Public Enemy” Chyi Chin…

"King of Killers" Wang Jie...

"Prince of Melancholy" Jiang Yuheng...

"Campus Prince" Tong Ange...

Looking at these names that were either well-known or forgotten in later generations, Yang Mo raised his middle finger with disdain - he was such an idiot when he first started working. His family was not well-off, but he believed his father's words. In order to have common topics with his colleagues, he took out all his first three months' salary and bought a branded tape recorder and these tapes.

After laughing at himself twice, Yang Mo tapped with his right finger in a slightly unfamiliar manner, and the movable mirror next to the tape box suddenly flipped over, revealing a rather handsome face on the small mirror surface.

These eyebrows,
This outline,
This nose!
Tsk tsk, when I was young, I didn’t look much worse than handsome Fei!

Perhaps he was trying to find some fun in a difficult situation, and Mr. Yang, who had been forced to accept the fact that he was reborn, grinned at the mirror, but he couldn't laugh out loud. Hmm...

Some people may scoff at this.

But in fact, not everyone hopes to be reborn.

At least for Yang Mo, returning to his youthful days of 22, there was nothing else that could make him happy except this fairly decent appearance.

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He was admitted to university at the age of 18, and then walked into Qilu Normal University carrying kilograms of corn flour and kilograms of steamed bun flour. Amid the pitying eyes of his roommates, he sent all the subsidies issued by the school back home, and survived the first semester by relying on two enamel pots and coal slag picked up from the school cafeteria.

He graduated at the age of 22 and was assigned to his current oil unit. Initially, he was full of hope, but he had to bear the blame, carry steel pipes, mix cement, and suffer from workplace PUA. After accidentally stepping into a series of huge pits that cheated people to the point of no return, the once proud child of the whole village became a jinx who was hated by everyone in his hometown in just three years. Even his parents could not raise their heads in front of the villagers.

He resigned in anger at the age of 28 and followed the footsteps of his predecessors of the Generation to start a business in the south. As a result, in just one year, his only savings were gone, and he was in debt. Not only that, his only beautiful wife also ran away with someone else.

At the age of 29, he returned to Shandong and began a five-year career of working to pay off his debts. He moved bricks at construction sites and distributed flyers at night; he worked as a computer typist and sneakily sold pirated CDs in a military coat; he stole unripe figs from the community to fill his stomach and ate raw cabbage leaves from the vegetable market; he slept on a cardboard bed under a bridge with a broken kitchen knife as a pillow; he also took advantage of the opportunity to sneak into a small hotel to take a hot bath.

At the age of 35, his fate finally took a turn. After an accidental encounter, he was invited by a former acquaintance and began to enter the completely unfamiliar field of foreign trade. Relying on the dividends of the times, he became a small wealthy man with assets exceeding one million in just three years.

At the age of 38, the small wealthy man who was brought to the pinnacle of his life by the tide of the times, had just brought his parents to a first-tier city in the south to enjoy a good life despite his parents' opposition. However, he was once again knocked to the bottom by the huge wave of the times. Not only did he become penniless again, but he also had to work on a sewing machine for three years.

At the age of 41, after returning to the world, he was lucky enough to get an offer from a local advertising company based on his previous experience. Although the salary was not very high, it was enough for him to support his parents without the burden of a wife and children.

At the age of 44, his advertising company was acquired. Due to his relatively good abilities, he was noticed by the new company and assigned to be a VC. From then on, he entered a strange state of "high income, high pressure, and constant extreme anxiety".

At the age of 48, he had barely made a small fortune. After getting up one day, he looked at the bedside table full of medicines, ran to the living room and stared at the portraits of his parents for a full half hour. Despite the executive director's repeated attempts to persuade him, he resolutely resigned.

At the age of 49, after wandering around aimlessly for a year, Yang Mo rented a studio in a remote corner of an entrepreneurial park in a second-tier southern city at a very cheap price, and began to become a hobby craftsman, spending the most comfortable and peaceful years of his life there.

In just a few seconds, Yang Mo quickly recalled his entire life, but he couldn't hide the bitterness on the corners of his mouth.

It can be said that, except for the last few years before his rebirth, Yang Mo spent almost his entire life in agony. No matter who it was, no one would want to go through it again.

For someone with his life experience, the idea of ​​being reborn in this era and relying on his foresight to become the richest man on his own is not only naive, but also not very attractive - he has many regrets in his life, but most of them really have little to do with money.

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"Hey, you idiot, stop living like an idiot!"

Watching the cold and haggard middle-aged man in the mirror gradually disappear,

Yang Mo suddenly laughed.

The smile is quite heartless...

(End of this chapter)