Struggling until thirty-eight yet still unable to afford a home, forced to pay a three-hundred-thousand yuan dowry just to get married, scrimping and saving for half a lifetime, grinding so hard it felt like his liver would shatter—yet where was the money? Who had taken all the wealth?
With countless grievances weighing on his heart, Jiang Qin was reborn at eighteen.
The moment he opened his eyes, only one thought filled his mind: start a business and make money.
First step—take back the love letters he once sent out.
Flipping one over in front of the school beauty’s stunned gaze, he scrawled three bold lines:
**Working a job? Never gonna happen!**
**Financial freedom is the only goal—never a wage slave!**
**Love? Even a dog wouldn’t bother with that!**
