Chapter 1 Rebirth 88 Years

"Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu, get up. It's almost midnight, get up and eat some dumplings."

Feng Yu felt that the voice was a little unfamiliar, but he felt very kind. He vaguely agreed, opened his eyes, but saw a young face that only existed in memory.

"sister?"

"Wake up, hurry up and wash your face. I told you not to drink, you have to drink it, you fell asleep without watching the Spring Festival Gala." Feng Danying said with a smile.

Spring Festival Gala? Is it New Year's Eve today?

Feng Yu glanced left and right in confusion. There was a hut of less than six square meters, a single bed, a patched quilt, an old wooden table, and a 20-watt incandescent lamp overhead. In the dim light, old newspapers were still glued to the walls, and on them were some important national events that he could not remember.

Isn't this the old house on his farm when he was a child, but this house has long since been demolished with the construction of the small town, and how did my sister become so young?

Feng Yu raised his hand, only to realize that this was definitely not a tricky joke, because his hands became smaller and his arms became thinner.

He jumped out of bed suddenly and stood beside the door frame, with the mark he made with a knife every New Year's Day, the highest row, 1988, 166 cm.

Is it 1988 now? He hasn't graduated from high school yet?

He pinched himself so hard that he almost cried out in pain. Wasn't it a dream?

Feng Yu opened the door and came out. His mother was cooking dumplings in a large pot in the kitchen. He lives in a hut, the kitchen is just outside the door, and the living room is on the other side of the kitchen, which is called the main room on the farm.

"Wake up, will you still drink in the future?" Zhang Muhua glanced at his son lovingly.

Feng Yu looked at his mother, who was still full of black hair, and his eyes were wet.

"Mom, you've worked hard."

"This child, what are you talking about? Wash your face quickly, watch TV in the room, and the dumplings will be ready soon." Zhang Muhua was very relieved when he heard that it was hard work, his son has grown up.

When Feng Yu saw his father sitting on the bench in the living room, his lips were trembling. In the future, when he was just able to make money, his father was diagnosed with a terminal brain tumor and passed away in less than three months, without even spending a penny of his earnings.

For a long time, Feng Yu felt very uncomfortable because his son wanted to support him, but he didn't want to be a parent.

"dad."

Feng Xingtai turned his head to look at his son: "Are you still dizzy when you get up? Let's watch TV, the National Dance Festival, it's festive."

"Don't be dizzy, the wine is over. Dad, I want to drink with you later." Seeing the anger on his father's face, Feng Yu quickly explained, "Beer is fine."

I haven't had a few drinks with my father in my life. Feng Yu now has a strong desire to drink with my father again.

"I don't have a long memory, that's ok, I'll drink a little later. I think you can get up tomorrow to say New Year's greetings! Dan Ying, go get two bottles of beer."

Feng Danying shook his head helplessly and turned to get beer and a glass.

There is also a single bed in the main room with a futon on it. Feng Danying went to school and lived on campus. When she came back from vacation, she lived in the back room with her mother. This bed was Feng Xingtai. But three years ago, Feng Yu was still sleeping.

There is a three-door vertical wardrobe on the west wall of the living room, and there are two leather suitcases above the wardrobe.

On a solid wood table, there is a fourteen-inch black and white TV, and the Spring Festival Gala is playing on the TV.

In the middle of the living room is a folding round table, which is already full of vegetables and tableware. There were eight dishes in total, but they were all leftovers from the evening. There are chickens, fish and elbows, all eight dishes are meat dishes, and none of them are vegetarian dishes.

Feng Yu didn't watch TV, but walked to the front of the wardrobe and looked carefully in the mirror. Although the light was not very good, Feng Yu could still see himself clearly. He was clearly only in his teens, and only a little beard appeared under his nose.

He looked at the calendar on the wall at the door, February 16, 1988, New Year's Eve.

He can now be sure that he is reborn!

The mother quickly cooked the dumplings, and Feng Yu and Feng Danying both went to the kitchen to help bring the dumplings. Feng Xingtai picked up the chopsticks only after the four of them sat down.

"Xiaoyu, you are still drinking!" Zhang Muhua glared at Feng Yu.

"Mom, during the Chinese New Year, let me drink a little more."

Feng Xingtai also helped to say a few words, Zhang Muhua shook his head and let them go. Feng Yu also diligently poured a glass of beer for his mother and sister. The family must have a drink.

"Dad, mom, sister, happy new year, cheers!"

Feng Yu took a casual bite of these leftovers on the table, and felt that it was extraordinarily delicious. This year, there are no hormone additives in later generations. Fish, rabbits, etc. are all wild, chickens and pigs are domestically raised. The two men ate these dishes, drank dumplings, and drank a bottle of beer each, no matter how much Feng Xingtai was allowed.

After dinner, Feng Yu washed up and went back to his hut to lie down. As he lay in bed, he tossed and turned, thinking about his life before his rebirth.

Feng Yuben is a middle-aged man in his forties. He is the leader of an investment team in a small investment company. Stocks, futures, gold, crude oil have done everything, not too successful, but the income is not bad.

He has a wife, no children, his father died of illness at an early age, and his mother lives with him.

He remembered that it was the spring of 2015. In order to take his wife abroad for treatment of infertility, he wanted to make more money, so he put all the savings in the family, including the money from the mortgage of the house and car, into the stock market, according to His prediction is that this is a bull market, and fools can make money.

The beginning of the situation was very good, and his investment quickly doubled. So he boldly used a hundred times the leverage again, wanting to make more profit, and if he doubled it again, he would do nothing for the rest of his life, and he would be able to live and breathe.

When the stock market rose to 5,000 points, he decided to go out and call the traders in his group to sell the stock, but the boss thought that it could continue to rise, so he refused to sell it.

At the beginning, the stock market did rise again, and he also felt that the boss was indeed more capable than him. But the stock market soon ushered in a dive, because he used high leverage and had no additional funds, so he was forced to close his position soon. Not only did the client lose all of his money, but he also lost all his own money.

He was fired from the company. He drank a lot that day, then deliberately fell on the road under the watchful eyes of many people, and was hit by a large truck.

This should not be considered suicide. He bought the accident insurance and should be able to pay millions, enough to redeem the house and car, and leave a sum of money for his mother and wife.

He remembered that when he looked at the big truck that was speeding up, he thought that if God would give him a chance to come back, he would not die like this again, he would let his family live a comfortable life!

But he didn't expect that God actually gave him a chance to come back!

Since God made him come back, the regrets of the past life will never happen again in this life. He wants to become a rich man, he wants to become a legend in the investment world!

Thinking of this, Feng Yu couldn't help shouting loudly, "My Feng Yu, I'm back~~~"

"Xiaoyu, stop shouting, go to bed quickly." Zhang Muhua shouted from the other side of the wall. At the same time, she complained about her husband, why he let his son drink again at night, this is all nonsense. Learn from Hu Hansan, is that a good person? That's a big traitor!

Hearing his mother's complaining voice, Feng Yu smiled, turned over, and fell asleep sweetly.