In the Name of the People: I Transmigrated Into My Father’s Generation as a Young Master!

Wang Ye grew up listening to his dad brag: “Our Wang family had generals and military governors among our ancestors. We were richer than the whole country!” Every time, Wang Ye would roll his eyes. Richer than the whole country? Then why are you running a little shop in the county seat? Your ancestors were generals? Then how come you can't even pass your second driving test? Then one day, carrying a stack of food deliveries and riding his electric scooter, he slammed on the brakes… And that was the end of him. When he opened his eyes again, Butler Fu was kneeling by the bed, tears streaming down his face. “Young Master! You've finally woken up!” Wang Ye looked down at his silk robes and up at the ornately carved beams. He had transmigrated. He had become the eldest legitimate son of the wealthiest family in Jiangnan during the Republic of China era: the very ancestor his father had always bragged about. Even more absurdly, he'd brought a golden finger with him: the richer his family became, the stronger he got. With 100,000 silver dollars, he could take on ten men at once. With a million, a hundred. With ten million, no army could stand against him. Wang Ye looked at the room full of land deeds, banknotes, and shop ledgers, and slowly smiled. In this life, he would never let the Wang family decline again. He would make sure his descendants… Never had to suffer! This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.