Tycoon He Ming fell during a financial storm. His consciousness drifted through the abyss, and when he opened his eyes again, he was back in the sweltering summer of 1996, on the day the college entrance exam results came out. His mother clutched the glaring rejection notice in her hands, while despair and sighs filled their cramped home.
In his previous life, he had started with nothing and fought for decades in the thorny world of business, eventually becoming a titan. But several crucial misjudgments of the times’ shifting tides ruined his success at the final hurdle. He ultimately came crashing down at the peak of his power, left with nothing but endless regret. Fate had given him a chance to rewrite his answers.
This time, when his tearful parents handed him the notice to retake the exams, He Ming’s eyes were as still and deep as an abyss. Without hesitation, he tore the paper to shreds. As the fragments fluttered down, he said something astonishing: “Dad, Mom, I’m going to Shenzhen.”
Years later, he stood atop the International Finance Centre in Central, Hong Kong. Below him stretched Victoria Harbour, a dazzling sea of lights that never went dark. He swirled the amber liquid in his glass and gazed down at the steel forest forged by capital. The ambitions left unfulfilled in his past life and the power to control everything in this one blazed in his eyes. Facing the city’s splendor and the world driven by money and desire, he spoke softly, yet his voice rang across the heavens like a bell:
“Having lived this life again, I won’t settle for absolute financial freedom...”
“I will become the one and only god who rules this world of capital.”
