Renascido em 1978: Alcançando o Sucesso com Minha Esposa
Um bilionário renasceu em 1978, retornando ao ponto crucial de sua vida. Salvou sua esposa, que quase foi engolida por um deslizamento de terra. Na pobreza extrema, com um pai gravemente doente e o lar destruído por uma enchente, enfrentou líderes da vila que o dificultavam em todos os aspectos, além da sogra que o pressionava a se divorciar. Diante de tudo isso, Liu Weidong não sentiu medo. Observando os tesouros espalhados pela Grande Montanha Verde e a terra negra e fértil, ele guardou suas últimas duas moedas e sessenta centavos e, contando com sua brilhante mente empresarial e habilidades profissionais adquiridas antes de renascer, reiniciou sua jornada rumo ao sucesso.
Renascido em 1978: Alcançando o Sucesso com Minha Esposa
Boom!
A thunderclap jolted Liu Weidong awake from a nightmare.
Instinctively, he glanced at the photo of his late wife on the bedside table, but the scene before him stunned him.
The low, dilapidated house reeked of cow dung.
He was lying on a clay kang bed, staring up at the black, moldy roof beams.
On the kang lay a pile of bean cakes, farming tools and plows were stacked against the wall, and an enamel tea cup on the kang's edge bore the words "Advanced Individual of Learning from Dazhai." This was no other than the production team's hay shed!
"Comrades, attention! Just received notice from the commune that a low-pressure trough is coming today, bringing heavy rainfall over a wide area. The joy of battling the heavens and the earth, we vow to defend our homeland and protect state property from damage. We must carry forward the revolutionary spirit of not fearing hardship and not fearing death..."
Outside, the village branch secretary Wang Jianguo’s hoarse voice blared through the loudspeaker.
Thunder rumbled…
A lightning bolt flashed across the window frame, illuminating the calendar on the wall.
June 11, 1978!
He pinched his thigh hard.
It hurt. This was no dream.
Liu Weidong slipped on his yellow rubber shoes and dashed toward the village committee office.
The uneven yellow sandy dirt road.
The faded red slogans on the low walls promoting the agricultural Dazhai movement.
The shabby thatched houses lining both sides of the road.
And the
