Chapter 1

"What's going on here?"

Tang Hao shook his head vigorously, trying to clear the confusion from his mind. It slightly alleviated, and he opened his eyes, looking at the hurried figures passing by without stopping. He felt a bit dazed, and one of the passersby was talking on a mobile phone, which made his eyes widen in surprise: "How can there still be such an antique phone now?"

"That's not right."

In an instant, he realized something was different. The phone he saw clearly was an outdated model that had been phased out long ago. He then looked at his own waist bag, and in front of him was a glass counter with a piece of paper standing up.

"High price for various mobile phone batteries!"

"How... how... how is this possible?"

Tang Hao was stunned. He never expected this. He had actually traveled through time, just like the protagonist in a novel!

That's right, he was sure of it. He had traveled through time. The phone the passerby was using, his own clothes and waist bag, and the glass counter in front of him—all of these could only be from 2014.

The iPhone 3!

A phone that drove people crazy, the beginning of a phone empire, the start of a powerful brand.

"Ding dong dong ding dong... ding dong dong ding dong..."

The classic marimba sound rang out, accompanied by a rhythmic vibration.

"Mom!"

For some reason, Tang Hao's voice was a bit choked. In his memory, the image of his mother had become increasingly blurry and gradually faded away, all because she had passed away from an illness. Now, hearing her warm voice in his ear, it was such a blissful feeling...

"Xiao Hao, why haven't you called home in so long... How's business in City S?" His mother's voice was half-reproachful and half-concerned.

"Um..."

Tang Hao wiped his eyes, trying to stop the tears from falling, but he couldn't help it. He tried to keep his voice steady: "Business has been good recently, so I've been busy and haven't had time to call home."

After a pause, he quickly changed the subject: "Mom, how's everything at home? Is Dad still working late in the fields? How's your health? Do you feel any discomfort?"

"Everything's fine at home."

Tang Hao's mother responded casually. A mother knows her child best, and she knew that her children always reported good news and hid bad news when they were away. She then said earnestly, "Your brother is hiring people. If business in City S isn't going well, you can try working with your brother. Learning a skill is also a good idea!"

"Mom, don't worry, business is good here. Even if... even if business isn't good, I can find a job here or learn a skill. You and Dad don't have to worry."

"Uh..."

Tang Hao's mother paused, as if she had something to say but ultimately didn't. She then changed the subject: "It's only three months until the New Year. Are you coming back?"

"Of course, I'll definitely come back."

Tang Hao almost didn't think before agreeing. Memories from his previous life surfaced. It was during this year's Spring Festival that he didn't return home. Two years later, his mother was diagnosed with a serious illness, and after three years of ineffective treatment, she passed away.

In this rebirth, he wouldn't allow such a thing to happen again.

In the medical field, there's a saying: early detection, early treatment!

He deeply understood that his mother's illness was a chronic one, and it took a long time to progress from the onset to a full-blown condition. If it could be detected earlier, could it be treated?

"In this life, I won't let everything from my previous life happen again."

Tang Hao clenched his fists and made a vow. After chatting with his mother for a while, he hung up the phone, took a deep breath, wiped away his tears, and wrote confidently on his face. He roughly and violently tore off the paper on the glass counter, found another piece of cardboard from under the counter, and took a marker from his waist bag, writing swiftly.

In no time, he finished writing, and the artistic font appeared: "1500 RMB or more for iPhone 3, better condition for higher price!"

The iPhone brand is world-renowned, and 1500 RMB for an acquisition was a pipe dream. However, this was City S, the largest electronics market in City S—Huashenbei. The sign he hung was not for new phones but for used ones.

Used phones come in many types, some broken and some second-hand. Undoubtedly, Tang Hao was acquiring this type of phone.

"Between 1500 and 1900 RMB, minus the cost of refurbishing parts, which is about 100 to 500 RMB, the market price for a refurbished phone is 2300 RMB or more, with a profit of 300 RMB or more. Labor costs... just some of my time."

Tang Hao silently calculated. His memories from his previous life were so vivid, and he knew that the price for used iPhone 3s in Huashenbei was between 1300 and 1600 RMB. He deliberately raised the price, which might disrupt the market, but that's how business works: "Unfortunately, the initial capital is not much!"

All his assets were in his waist bag, totaling a bit over 10,000 RMB. Of that, 8,000 RMB was transferred by his brother to pay the next year's rent for the counter. With only a month left before the lease expired, he had no choice.

He could either rent the counter for another year, rely on his brother's support for a few more months, and eventually transfer the counter and start working. Or he could take a risk, no, with the memories from his previous life, it wasn't a risk but a sure thing.

"Hey, Xiao Hao, what are you planning to do?"

The middle-aged man from the neighboring counter laughed, his belly protruding, resembling a Maitreya Buddha. Since he also hung a sign for high-priced battery acquisitions and had many regular customers, his business was several times better than Tang Hao's. He couldn't help but mock, "Trying to learn how to refurbish? Don't fall on your face."

"Ha ha..."

Tang Hao smiled, having been mocked many times in his previous life: "Brother Zhang, don't worry, I won't fall. In fact, if I switch to refurbishing, you'll have one less competitor. Isn't that great?"

"Brother Zhang here is never afraid of competition." The Maitreya Buddha-like Zhang patted his belly confidently.

"That's true, Brother Zhang is a veteran of Huashenbei, having eaten more salt than we've eaten rice. How could he be short of customers?"

Tang Hao didn't want to argue with this Maitreya Buddha. It sounded like flattery, but in reality, he was just trying to avoid trouble, thinking to himself, "Wait and see, you'll be green with envy."

In his previous life, he had many failures, both in dealing with people and in other aspects. But one thing couldn't be denied: his passion for the electronics industry, which had reached a level of obsession, and he had learned a lot of skills.

This would be his foundation, his support in life!

And now, his rise had just begun, the time to set sail and ride the waves!

...

[PS: New book, all kinds of requests!!!]

Page flip AD starts

Page flip AD ends