After My Guarantee Was Broken, I Was Picking up Waste Paper in the World.

The moment my brother signed the guarantee contract, I shouldered a huge debt of tens of millions for him. Overnight, section chief Li Haoran became a deadbeat, his girlfriend turned to his sworn enemy, and his parents' house was humiliated with paint thrown at them. It only took him three days to go from the elite of the system to the dregs of society. Until I woke up in the deep pit of the waste pile and found that waste paper could "talk". The torn statements hide the weak points of rival companies; the yellowed diaries record old accounts that officials dare not mention; and even the discarded supermarket receipts can piece together the code for the rise and fall of the market. This is not a superpower, this is the last hammer that reality cracked into my brain when I was at the end of my rope. I used this "garbage" to start "telling fortunes" for the city. I helped a bankrupt boss find a comeback contract, solved a ten-year-old knot for a distressed district mayor, and made arrogant entrepreneurs willing to pay sky-high consulting fees. Those who looked at me like an ant began to call me "Master Li". When the brother who stepped me into the mud in the past appeared again in a Rolls Royce, When my girlfriend who abandoned me cried and said she regretted it, When rich people from all walks of life approach me with purpose, I just smiled. I can clearly see the calculation behind every look in their eyes - just like back then, I could clearly see the truth that was deliberately obliterated on every scrap of paper. This time, the rules of the game are determined by me, a waste paper picker. I will use this "garbage" that is abandoned all over the city to build the tallest building and replace it with the cleanest notes, so that all those who have abandoned me will not be able to reach my shadow. This is a story of betrayal, destruction and rebirth. It is also a war about how a person can regain the noblest dignity in the most humble way.