You Think I'm Poor? Then I'll Just Rule the Universe

(Broken engagement, looked down on) + Core golden finger (System, tycoon) + Wish-fulfillment (rise to the top, face-slapping, getting rich)

On the day she broke off our engagement, Lin Mengyao slapped an agreement against my face hard enough to sting. “Chen Fan, you'll never earn fifty thousand yuan in your entire life!”

Her father slammed a bank card onto the table, spitting in my face as he shouted, “Take the money and get lost. Don't get in the way of my daughter marrying Mr. Zhang!”

As I rubbed my burning cheek, a cold black card suddenly appeared in my pocket.

A Rolls-Royce Phantom honked at the mouth of the alley. The driver bowed to me. “Mr. Chen, it's time to go.”

Lin Mengyao shrieked, “Who are you trying to fool with a rental car? Pretending to be rich!”

But when I showed them the property deed for a courtyard house worth 860 million, her father's bald scalp turned red as braised pork. Mr. Zhang arrived in his Passat to back them up, but the moment he stepped out, the police pinned him to the ground. All I did was make a phone call and say someone was blocking my way.

Wang Hao cornered me and called me crazy, then ended up behind bars. Sanlitun SOHO became my new plaything.

Zhao Lei laughed that I couldn't afford a luxury watch, then wound up on his knees polishing my shoes. All of SKP was mine.

Tom from Dubai dared to say I didn't deserve a penthouse suite? His grandfather soon came bearing royal family shares to beg my forgiveness.

They always say I'm just lucky, but they never see the System notification on my phone:

[Next mission: Get the leader of the Milky Way to offer you a cigarette]

With a cigar between my lips, I leaned against the porthole of a starship and suddenly found myself missing the days when people called me a penniless loser. At least back then, face-slapping took some effort.