Qi Tongwei at the start: Not relying on Liang Lu, but winning by a single move against Heaven.

The train platform is a place of mixed feelings, bearing witness to too many encounters and partings.

Zhong Xiaoai hugged Qi Tongwei's waist, buried her head in his chest, and didn't say a word.

She had a lot to say.

But when the time for parting actually came, he couldn't utter a single word.

On the contrary, Qi Tongwei kept comforting her, rambling on and on, with extreme gentleness.

His palm gently stroked Zhong Xiaoai's back, his voice deep and gentle.

"Don't worry, I'll call you as soon as I get there."

I will write to you every week without fail.

"It's not like I'm never coming back. I'll come back to see you every year."

"Don't be sad. I'm going to the provincial organization department. Others are desperate to get in, so it's a good thing."

"I'll definitely be transferred back to Jingzhou in five years at most, and then we'll be together again..."

On the platform, the train whistle suddenly sounded, and Zhong Xiaoai's emotions collapsed instantly.

She suddenly looked up, her eyes red-rimmed, tears silently streaming down her cheeks.

She spoke through choked sobs, her voice broken and filled with reluctance and resentment.

"You're unbelievable! I've been pursuing you for two years..."

"You just confessed your feelings to me...we've been dating for less than a week, and you're already leaving!"

"Qi Tongwei, you're not human..."

She cried with her mouth wide open, tears streaming down her face, completely ruining her image.

Tears and snot covered her face, making Qi Tongwei's heart ache.

Qi Tongwei wiped her face with a wry smile, his movements gentle.

"Yes, I'm not human. I'm the one who's wronged you and made you suffer."

The train conductor's urging grew increasingly urgent.

Qi Tongwei dared not delay any longer and jogged onto the green train.

Zhong Xiaoai stared blankly at the train slowly pulling out of the platform, while the station announcements came to her ears.

"The train bound for Shenzhen has departed. Please leave the platform immediately if you are not a passenger..."

She suddenly paused, and muttered something under her breath.

"This is the bus to Pengcheng... Why is he going to Pengcheng instead of Bianxi?"

......

The hard-seat carriages of the old green train were crowded and stuffy.

The ceiling fan is useless; it only blows out hot air.

Qi Tongwei looked out the window at the scenery rushing past, his eyes filled with sighs.

In his previous life, he held the high-ranking position of department head and enjoyed immense prestige.

When they travel, they are escorted by police cars, and even when they take a plane, their cars can drive directly into the airport.

But now, having regained consciousness, he actually wants to take a green-skinned train, and the cheapest hard seat at that.

His decision to go south to Shenzhen was not a spur-of-the-moment decision, but the result of long-term planning.

In order to make money quickly and legally, he considered many avenues, including some shady ones.

For example, he once thought about writing a book.

Gao Yuliang was fond of the history of the Ming Dynasty. He had read "Fifty Years of Wanli" in depth and could recite it from memory.

He could easily write a book called "Those Little Things About the Ming Dynasty".

However, there was no internet in 90, let alone websites where books could be published, so there was no way to monetize them.

After much thought, he remembered a central government internal reference article he had read in his previous life.

The headline, "Shenzhen Stock Market Frenzy Raises Concerns About Potential Problems," may not be sensational, but the content is explosive.

This article focuses on a stock that has become almost wildly popular – Shenzhen Development Bank.

This stock was only 2.86 yuan in early 1990.

But by the end of 1990, the stock had risen by a staggering 2500%.

The name Shenzhen Development Bank might be unfamiliar to some; in later generations, this stock was renamed Ping An Bank.

Lost in thought, I watched as darkness fell outside the window, and dim yellow lights illuminated the carriage.

After several hours of bumpy travel, Qi Tongwei was exhausted, both physically and mentally, and his stomach started growling.

He picked up the military green canvas bag beside him, which was full of food that Zhong Xiaoai had prepared for him.

There was boiled corn, tea eggs, and two packets of calcium milk biscuits that I don't know where they came from.

Qi Tongwei took out a bag of tea eggs and suddenly paused.

At the very bottom of the backpack was a thick kraft paper envelope.

Upon opening the envelope, I found a short message and a stack of banknotes.

Qi Tongwei quickly unfolded the text message; Zhong Xiaoai's handwriting was delicate and neat.

The message was simple: he was told to take good care of his health while he was away, eat on time, not to fall in love with someone else, work hard, and be transferred back to Jingzhou as soon as possible.

The letter was short, even brief, yet it was filled with the tenderness of a young girl.

After reading the letter, Qi Tongwei smiled warmly. It was so nice to have someone care.

It goes without saying that Zhong Xiaoai hid the money.

She was afraid that Qi Tongwei would refuse if she gave it to him in person, so she secretly slipped it into his backpack.

5000 yuan!

In 1990, this was equivalent to one or two years' income for an average worker.

Qi Tongwei stared at the letter and the old man's head in his hand, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

"Silly girl, how am I supposed to repay you in the future..."

He carefully put the letter and money away, and after a moment's thought, he had an idea.

Since Zhong Xiaoai has given her heart, he cannot let her down.

He planned to invest all the money in Shenzhen Development Bank, hoping that her sincerity would bring her the richest reward.

Thirty-five hours of bumpy, swaying travel, tedious and long.

The green train bumped along the way and finally pulled into Pengcheng Railway Station at 11:00 a.m. on the third day.

When the car stopped, it was already 11 a.m.

Stepping out of the carriage, Qi Tongwei was hit by a wave of heat that made him catch his breath.

The city's temperature, like its rapid development, has soared to unprecedented levels.

Without taking a break, Qi Tongwei inquired along the way and rushed to the Special Economic Zone Securities Company.

The city's motto is: Time is money.

He knew very well that if they waited even a second, Shenzhen Development Bank could be completely sold out, and the market could enter a chaotic and out-of-control phase.

He is now racing against time and against market trends.

When he arrived at the securities company in the special economic zone, the situation was much better than he had expected.

Although there were people queuing at the entrance, it wasn't as crowded as he had imagined.

After waiting in line for more than an hour, it was finally Qi Tongwei's turn.

In the 1990s, securities trading was simple and straightforward. There were no computers or mobile apps; the entire process was handled manually.

"ID card..."

The trader at the window didn't even look up; he just put his hand on the counter and asked Qi Tongwei for his ID card.

Qi Tongwei quickly took out his ID card and handed it over.

"What should I buy?"

The trader still didn't look up; he had to process thousands of trades every day and was already numb to it.

"Shenzhen Development Bank...buy a nine thousand yuan one."

Qi Tongwei took out all nine thousand yuan from his backpack and slapped it on the counter.

The four thousand yuan was all the savings he had accumulated, and the five thousand yuan was given to him by Zhong Xiaoai.

When paying, he deliberately lowered his voice to avoid attracting the attention of those around him.

Unexpectedly, the trader's next words left him extremely embarrassed.

"It's okay~ Nine thousand dollars is still money. Small investors can become big investors too... In Shenzhen, no one looks down on you."

The trader didn't even look up before putting the old man's head into the money detector.

The sound of counting money clattered incessantly.

Qi Tongwei was taken aback, then laughed, a laugh tinged with self-mockery.

In his previous life, he had not experienced Shenzhen's reform and opening up, and did not understand the true situation of the special economic zone.

In mainland China in 1990, there weren't many people with 10,000 yuan; 9,000 yuan was a huge sum of money.

If you put that amount of money in Pengcheng Securities, it's nothing to a retail investor.

The rest was much simpler.

After the money was paid, the trader printed out a receipt, affixed a steel seal, and Qi Tongwei signed to confirm.

The entire process took less than five minutes, and Qi Tongwei personally experienced the speed of the special economic zone.

Qi Tongwei held the heavy stock certificate, a smile unconsciously creeping onto his lips.

He looked at the number of shares he held on the certificate: 3,140 shares, and breathed a sigh of relief.

He straightened his back and puffed out his chest.

He knew in his heart that his spine was now completely straight for the rest of his life.

Money gives men courage, and power gives men authority.

Now that we have the courage, all that's left is to assert our authority.