Peter.Shi Yueren woke up, still remembering the impact and severe pain just now.He was on a business trip in the Bantu Republic and had lunch with a trade undersecretary in Mandela City when he died.He remembers lying on the table and spraying the drink in his mouth on the government official's pants. Although his chest seemed to be crushed, it still made him feel so embarrassed that he saw a dark frame in front of him. In the red edge, then unconscious.
Until now, he found himself in Karl.In the shop on Johans Boulevard, back in Oslo, where he first learned to do business, where he first discovered that he was born to be a businessman.
The shop was razed to build a residential area twenty years ago.
Peter opened the desk crossboard and saw the date, so he looked at his hands, and saw that they were young, smooth, without a wedding ring.
Nothing has happened yet.The avalanche in Switzerland hadn't killed his son Alvard, and his wife Heaney hadn't been driven down by endless nights of melancholy into a vicious cycle of alcoholism.He has not yet married a wife and had children. He has a brand new bright future. He is well aware of the pitfalls and opportunities buried on the road ahead, and he can use the best way to deal with them at any time.
From 1988 to 2017, those familiar and long gone years, if he could live again, he already knew all the mistakes he made, this time, Peter.Shi Yueren swore that he would definitely do better.
(End of the book)