(P.S. Due to some unavoidable reasons, this book has begun to be officially revised.) Therefore, many names needed to be imagined by everyone. If they couldn't imagine it, they could ask.）
"Hello, everyone! On April 1st, 2018, a suicide occurred. The victim, Jiang Zhenhua, was 32 years old and born on May 19th, 1987. He was born in an ordinary family. The reason for his suicide was unknown and was currently under investigation.”
"Suicide your head. I had a cold and a fever. I fell asleep on the sofa and forgot to put the gas stove on. The kettle was burning and the gas leaked. I didn't realize it in time and died.”Yes, it was Jiang Zhenhua's soul.
Jiang Zhenhua, nicknamed " Telling the Truth ", was unknown to the public when he was alive, but he was also a piece of news after his death.
Jiang Zhenhua graduated from the University of Finance and Economics. After graduation, he didn't return to his hometown. Instead, he stayed in the school and joined an ordinary investment company, living a nine-to-five office life.
However, Jiang Zhenhua had a good memory, but no matter how good his memory was, it would not help his career at all. This was because he had memorized all the miracles of the financial world that had happened in the past.
It took Jiang Zhenhua eight years to climb from a small clerk to a business manager at the beginning of this year. It was very difficult.
Every day after work, others would go on dates, go to nightclubs, and have fun in bars.
As for him, he had been reading books, searching for information on the Internet, and discussing the classic battle records of the world's stock gods with some of his netizens in the group.
It could be said that Jiang Zhenhua could recite all the big and small things that had happened in the stock market. However, it was useless because they had all happened before.
Jiang Zhenhua didn't have many hobbies. He liked listening to music, watching variety shows, and reading Korean entertainment novels.
In fact, Jiang Zhenhua was also a nationalistic youth. His love for his motherland had surpassed that of his peers.
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In 1996, in the Ming Ai Hospital in Sham Shui Po, Xiangjiang, there was a child lying on an old hospital bed with a pale face, but there was no one beside the bed.
"Ugh! Where was this place? Didn't I die?"
Lying on the bed, Jiang Zhenhua slowly opened his eyes and looked around in confusion.
The old electric fan fell on the roof and kept making noise. Jiang Zhenhua's mind was still in a mess at this moment.
He struggled to get up, but he didn't have any strength left in his body. As he struggled, large amounts of sweat appeared on his forehead.
"You're awake? Don't move, handsome."
Perhaps the nurse happened to walk to the door of the ward when she was making her rounds.
Or perhaps she thought that no one was taking care of the child in this ward, so she came over to take a look.
As soon as he arrived at the door, he saw Jiang Zhenhua waking up and trying to get up. He hurriedly came in to stop him.
"Hello, may I ask where this is?"
Jiang Zhenhua looked at the nurse and asked in confusion.
"Child, this is the Ming Ai Hospital in Sham Shui Po. Are you feeling better?”
Hearing Jiang Zhenhua's question, the nurse answered with a smile.
"Sham Shui Po? Carita Hospital? Ah! Is it Sham Shui Po?"
Jiang Zhenhua asked in surprise.
She was clearly in SH just a moment ago, and she clearly saw the news report that she had committed suicide.
However, the moment he opened his eyes, he had already arrived at Xiangjiang City. Anyone would be shocked.
"That's right! Was there another place with Sham Shui Po?”
Seeing Jiang Zhenhua's surprised look and hearing Jiang Zhenhua's question, the nurse looked at Jiang Zhenhua and asked in confusion.
When she asked Jiang Zhenhua, she was thinking," This child couldn't have gone crazy from illness, right? What a pitiful child. He was only ten years old. What would he do in the future?
"Oh! I might be sick and muddle-headed. Little sister, please don't mind me!”
At this moment, Jiang Zhenhua didn't know that his body was no longer the same as before. He even called her little sister shamelessly.
"What is it? What did you call me? Little sister? You're just a ten-year-old child, and you're calling me little sister?”
Hearing Jiang Zhenhua's words, the nurse shouted angrily.
"I'm 10 years old? Haha! Stop fooling around!"
Jiang Zhenhua raised his hand to wipe his sweat. He was about to say that he was 32 years old this year when he saw a small hand in the corner of his eye.
Her heart skipped a beat." This is my hand? Why was it so small? Did I transmigrate?"
"Me? Haha! Little kid, when your neighbor sent you to the hospital, he wrote that you were 10 years old.”
Hearing Jiang Zhenhua's words, the nurse answered with a bad look.
"Sister! I'm sorry! It seems that I've really become muddle-headed due to this illness. I don't seem to remember anything. Sister, can you tell me my name? Where is my home? Where are my parents?"
Jiang Zhenhua panicked. He was afraid that the nurse would notice his abnormality, so he hurriedly asked with a smile.
"What is it? Memory loss? It shouldn't be. It's just a high fever. How could she lose her memory? Wait a moment, I'll call Doctor Chen."”
Hearing Jiang Zhenhua say that he couldn't remember anything, she hurriedly turned around and went to find a doctor.
"Wait, sister, wait!"
Jiang Zhenhua shouted hurriedly, but the nurse had already run out.
"Oh no, how should I explain? Could it be that he was being taken for a dissection? No, I have to quickly think of a way to explain it clearly. I can't let anyone discover the secret of my transmigration.”
Jiang Zhenhua thought anxiously when he saw the nurse calling the doctor.
While Jiang Zhenhua was thinking about how to explain, a nurse came in with a doctor.
"Hello, little friend! Don't be afraid. My surname is Chen. You can call me Uncle Chen. Don't you remember anything else? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere else?"
"Yes! I don't remember anything, and I don't have any strength left in my body. Mr. Carson, what's wrong with me?”
Jiang Zhenhua didn't have a good idea at this moment, so he could only follow Doctor Chen's topic.
"Do you have no strength? That was because he had a cold and a fever. This was a normal phenomenon. "As for your memory, I think it might be amnesia. After all, when I found out that you had a cold and a fever, you already had a high fever of 40 degrees. This is considered brain damage after the fever and a manifestation of memory disorder!”Doctor Chen explained truthfully.
Jiang Zhenhua, who was thinking of an excuse, was relieved to hear the doctor's explanation. Now he didn't need to explain himself. The doctor had even thought of an excuse for him.
"Joe, don't worry. There's nothing wrong with this child. Memory loss isn't necessarily a bad thing.”
Doctor Chen turned around and said to the nurse.
"That's good, Clement. Thank you. I was really worried when I heard this child say that he had lost his memory.”
The nurse heaved a sigh of relief, and her expression improved a little.
"Then I'll go get busy. I still have a surgery to perform in a while. Little kid, rest well. Uncle has to go to work!”
"Take care, Mr. Carson."
After Dr. Chen left, only Jiang Zhenhua and the nurse named Joe were left in the ward.
"Sister Joe, can you tell me my name? Where are my parents? Why isn't he here?"
Jiang Zhenhua returned to the topic at the beginning.
"I heard from your neighbor that your name is Jiang Zhenhua. You are only 10 years old this year. Your parents are gone, and you only have a grandmother. Your grandmother wanted to take care of you, but she couldn't walk, so your neighbor didn't let her come. After all, she's old.”
When the nurse said this, her face was filled with pity.
After listening to Sister Joe's brief introduction about Jiang Zhenhua's family situation in this world, Jiang Zhenhua was shocked.
Jiang Zhenhua felt very painful at this moment, not only for the Host and her grandmother, but also for himself and his family in his world.
Jiang Zhenhua was silent. Only he knew how bitter he was at this moment.
Joe saw Jiang Zhenhua at such a young age and left the room with a bitter look on his face. She knew that what he needed at this moment was rest, not excessive disturbance. After all, he was seriously ill.
(The second generation said that a lot of foreshadowing is needed in the beginning. The financial empire needs to be developed to pave the way for the subsequent face-slapping and various female groups. Please do not test the poison!) This article was cool and refreshing. If you want to read a sadistic article, you don't have to force it. In addition, I just jumped ship to Brother Lu. Please support me.）
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