A ceiling of yellow and white that doesn't quite meet, railings with peeling paint, bedclothes smelling of sweat, outdated stickers, a world that is both simple and vibrant.

Fang Zhuo opened his eyes and woke up. It took him five minutes to confirm that he had returned to his vibrant college years in his junior year, standing once again in the September of the year 2000 with the memories of his weathered experiences.

Then, as if awakened from a dream, he grabbed the newspaper and crouched by the door, eagerly flipping through it.

The dormitory door was pushed open and roommate Lin Cheng walked in with a thermos. He leisurely made himself a cup of tea, and suddenly noticed his good friend's strange behavior.

"Oh, oh, Lao Fang, what are you doing over there? Don't mess things up, I haven't even read the newspapers I just bought."

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“I’ll buy you more in two days. Let me take a look first.” Fang Zhuo said without looking back, crouching down.

Lin Cheng was stunned: "What are you looking for with this one-eyed ten-line?"

“Look for money, look for money, look for money.” Fang Zhu repeated the important matter three times, and with some melancholy, added, “In two days my cousin will be hospitalized and needs money.”

My cousin is hospitalized? In two days? Is it a transfer?

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Lin Cheng pondered for two seconds, automatically sorting out the logic of time, and muttered in confusion: “What’s wrong? You don't need to spend money when you're sick. Besides, if you're short of money, what are you doing looking at newspapers??”

Fang Zhu shook his head. "Serious illness, her family, my family... we don't even have enough money. I can't just stand by and watch a tragedy unfold before my eyes again."

He stood up, stretching his stiff legs from squatting, and mused: "Now we need money, we need wealth. In this era, wealth is hidden in newspapers."

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"Wealth hidden in the newspaper?" Lin Cheng sneered, "I'm the one who buys the newspapers in the dormitory every day. You guys never read them anyway, what wealth? I haven't seen any."

Fang Zhu pursed his lips, clutched the newspaper and walked two steps. He pulled open the curtains, letting the sunlight of the new millennium stream into the dormitory of Luzhou Printing Technology School.

Reborn into this life, he had a very clear understanding that most things in the world could be solved with money. Now that it wasn't yet the information age, the wealth details nurtured by the waves of development were waiting to be unearthed by those with a discerning eye on the printed pages.

Fang Zhu spread the newspaper on Lin Chengping's usual desk and pointed to a tofu-shaped news article. "This is an article from Xin An Evening News that reprinted a reference message, saying they want to strengthen competition, break the monopoly, and dismantle and restructure it."

"Then what?" Lin Chen asked, bewildered.

Fang Zhu flipped open a newspaper again: "Last November, we reached an agreement with the Americans. We're almost joining the WTO next year. See here, according to WTO rules, once we join, the import tariff on finished oil will be reduced to 6% within one or two years, retail will be opened up within three years, and wholesale will be opened up within five years."

Lin Chen was completely dumbfounded.

“Two years ago, the Ministry of Petroleum was restructured into three companies: PetroChina, Sinopec, and CNOOC. All of them have to face competition after China’s accession to the WTO, as well as competition among themselves,” Fang Zhuo said with confidence, “This competition ultimately boils down to competition at gas stations.”

"Currently, there are many privately-owned gas stations in China, and they will be a major target for the full effort of oil and petrochemical companies."

Fang Zhu flipped through a copy of the Economic Daily again, finding two pages and pointing to a line of small print: "Look, it says here that there are tens of thousands of privately owned gas stations nationwide. In the next few years, their prices will rise steadily. If we have a gas station in our hands, we can sell it at twice the price, at least. 800,000 yuan can be sold for 1.6 million yuan, 2 million yuan can be sold for 4 million yuan, it's like picking up money!"

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At this point, Lin Cheng was filled with admiration.

He asked, "Do you have any at home?"

Fang Zhu silently put away the newspaper: "No."

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Lin Cheng: "..."

The two of them thought together about the bleak reality.

Lin Cheng struggled to digest the connections between several news items, and sincerely sighed: "Lao Fang, I didn't realize you had such sharp eyes. But it seems like without capital, you can't even make money from opportunities."

"Yeah," Fang Zhu couldn't help sighing, this was indeed a problem.

Once upon a time, he struggled to get by within the system. He was a contract worker back then. Later, he quit his job to start his own business in foreign trade. Just when things were about to pick up, he ran into General T (特總) taking center stage and launching a trade war...

Then, I was back in my junior year.

As soon as I came back, I had to face a major event that would cast a shadow over the whole family for years to come. Worse yet, time was of the essence, otherwise, even going to the capital to buy a toilet could be an investment opportunity with potential appreciation and returns.

By noon, Lin Cheng had bought two lunches. Fang Zhuo was eating and chatting while reading the newspaper.

Just as he was about to finish reading the last page of the final newspaper, a familiar name suddenly appeared in the tofu block news section.

The shareholding restructuring of non-performing assets in our city is an active exploration for industrial upgrading. This requires not only the correct guidance from the competent authorities but also the proactive leveraging of the functions of the capital market.

----According to Chen Shuhui, general manager of Anhui Trust Investment Company, he is confident that the asset restructuring of Red Star Xuan Paper will be completed within the year. This will have a positive reference significance for the development trend of related industries.

Fang Zhu put down his chopsticks and stared intently at the name "Chen Shuhu." This person wasn't simple; in the future, he would be a very successful figure.

Moreover, I once delved into his background out of curiosity. He hailed from the countryside, deeply rooted in finance. He had a rather arrogant personality, yes, arrogant...

"What's wrong?" Lin Chen noticed his friend's stopped chopsticks and serious expression.

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Fang Zhu muttered to himself, "It's nothing, it's nothing. It seems like I've found a wealth code, just thinking about what kind of input should be used to open it."

"What is this? What does he do?" Lin Cheng was puzzled and glanced at the newspaper.

“The leader of a state-owned enterprise, uh, the top person.” Fang Zhu diligently recalled past events he had read about and investigated. He couldn't remember any asset replacement work, but he was aware of some typical incidents before and after.

Moreover, some of the publicly available information can be double-checked. Chen's rise to prominence in the industry is quite well-known.

“Lin Cheng, I might be a bit busy these days. School matters, can you help me look after them?” Fang Zhuo shook the newspaper in his hand, an idea faintly brewing in his mind.

Lin Cheng nodded, he reached out and took the newspaper, looking left and right, up and down, but he couldn't see the four characters "Wealth Code" from the tofu block.

However, Lao Fang's previous words were confident and convincing. He even used the example of a gas station to illustrate his point. He was truly impressive, with a noble demeanor, elegant manners, and farsighted vision.

"Lao Fang, I'm giving you the password back. If you make any money in the future, don't forget about me. After all, you eat the mutton and I drink the soup, that's enough." Lin Cheng handed the newspaper back, smiling, "Dog Fu Gui, don't forget your roots."

"Well, if I ever become wealthy and prosperous, I'll definitely let you enjoy the good life."

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Lin Cheng nodded happily: "Thank you, brother."

Fang Zhu's mind was racing, and the not-so-noble thoughts he had been suppressing gradually took shape.

The bigger the courage, the greater the production.

(Editor in charge：novel effect)