Reborn and Rising to Become a Financial Tycoon

If fate is a lonely river, may you become your own ferryman, and when you look back from the other shore, may you discover that it was never the other shore, but a new near bank.

At four in the morning one day in 2039, on the coldest winter night in Anhui Province. The wind was like a blunt knife, shaving away the rooftop's last traces of warmth layer by layer. Fang Xinghe stood at the edge, his back to the bustling city and his face to the darkness, as if facing an abyss yet to be named. In his left hand, he held a USB drive full of digital files. In his right was an empty beer can, its sides still marked with the foam from his farewell at dawn, like a road that had yet to be traveled.

Goodbye, world.