Morando na cidade pequena, você diz que sou o chefão?
Fang Qingye renasceu, voltando para a primavera de 2008. Naquela época, ele havia se formado há pouco tempo e retornado para sua cidade natal, onde se tornou um simples funcionário de banco. O que fazer nesta nova vida? Lutar? Se esforçar? Ser um elite? Viver como um boi de carga? Não, não. Não seria melhor levar uma vida tranquila na cidade do interior? É claro, é preciso ter um pouco de dinheiro. Com as lembranças da vida passada e as experiências de sucesso ou fracasso no setor financeiro, isso não parece ser algo difícil. Assim, indo e voltando do trabalho todos os dias em sua pequena motoneta, ele acabou se tornando, sem perceber, uma lenda no mundo dos negócios. (A história se passa em um universo paralelo, qualquer semelhança com a realidade é mera coincidência. Grupo 739206695)
Morando na cidade pequena, você diz que sou o chefão?
Fang Qingye was awakened at half past seven by the ringing of his alarm clock.
Groggy, he got up, dressed, and washed up. He methodically tied his necktie and donned a deep blue suit, preparing to leave for work. Before heading out, he paused before the full-length mirror to tidy his appearance.
The reflection revealed a youthful face, with eyes that shone clear but carried a hint of naïveté.
Fang Qingye smiled.
Youth was indeed a blessing.
It was only a month ago that he had returned to March of 2008.
Having graduated just a few months earlier from Shencheng University of Finance and Economics, he was now a junior employee—still on probation—at the Nanjin Branch of Eastern Bank.
Nanjin County was his hometown.
The house was quiet.
Both his parents were teachers; his father served as principal of Guanzhong Middle School in the county seat, while his mother was an ordinary teacher at Qianjin Road Elementary School, now retired.
Fang Qingye descended the stairs, mounted his small scooter, and rode westward along the street out of the residential compound.
Nanjin was a small county town in central Su Province, where dawn came early. Morning sunlight bathed the whole town, streets bustled with traffic, and steam rose from breakfast stalls lining the roads, filling the air with the lively scent of daily life.
Fang Qingye felt content.
Compared to his previous life struggling in the sprawling metropolis, life in this small town was more relaxed.
Here, he could sleep
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