Rebirth in the 90s: Financial Hunter

The moment he was pushed off the rooftop, Lin Ye heard the crisp snap of copper wires breaking in the wind. When he opened his eyes again, it was 1990. The blood his mother coughed onto the cement floor was still wet, dark red, like rust water. Dialysis costs had risen from five yuan to fifty yuan per session, and he had only five yuan and thirty cents in his pocket. His enemy Chen Zhiqiang sat in the factory security office with his legs crossed, and Zhou Mingyuan, who had pushed him off the building in his previous life, had already sent his business card to Shenzhen. When he touched rusty copper wires, the price three months later would flash in his mind. Scrap copper, radios, treasury bonds, subscription warrants—what others saw as rust, he used as leverage to pry open his fate. The cost was a dull pain twisting in his temples, black spots creeping at the edges of his vision, and his right hand cramping until his fingers couldn't close. "How many more times can you hold on?" Shen Lie leaned against the door of the Jiefang truck, a long ash on his cigarette, unsnapped. Lin Ye stuffed the copper terminal into his pocket. The metal pressed cold against his thigh. "Until they kneel." From a stall by a ditch, to the provincial metal market, to the stock exchange, he climbed inch by inch. In this life, he would hand his fate to no one. — Description from novelcodex.org