Lin Rui, an investment banking director with an annual salary of tens of millions, died suddenly from overwork after using financial reporting logic to force his opponent to death at the board meeting.
When he woke up, he became Wu Dalang.
Short. Ugly. Covered in dirt.
Next door, Wang Po and his wife Pan Jinlian are frying arsenic.
He only had forty-nine days. Forty-nine days later, his brother Wu Song will come back.
Within forty-nine days, he would use modern business thinking to complete the most ridiculous counterattack in history in this cannibalistic Northern Song Dynasty county.
I gave myself forty-nine days.
Forty-nine days later Wu Song came back.
Within forty-nine days, I will demolish all Ximen Qing's property, cut off Wang Po's lifeblood, and crush Pan Jinlian's courage.
Use commercial means.
In a language they simply don't understand.
Trade one life for another.
