Reborn in 2004: I Worked My Bosses into Bankruptcy

I died at my workstation in 2024. The company's statement blamed “personal health reasons.” My parents held my urn as security guards stopped them at the door, while the stock market listing bell rang right on time. When I opened my eyes again, I was eighteen. Uncle Zhang, my neighbor, was fretting that the factory's canned goods were about to expire and said he'd sell them cheap. This time, should I use my memories from my past life to turn other people into expendable resources too?