I was a delivery boy running orders every day to save my medical expenses. When I went to attend the 10-year class reunion, my love rival threw me $20 and stepped on me, saying that I was too poor to sit at this table.
When I was reborn ten years ago, I brought with me a complete memory of urban planning for the next ten years. No one looked at the unfinished buildings in the suburbs, but I was the only one who knew that in three years, this would be the core of the new CBD where every inch of land was at a premium.
Relying on poor information to slap the rich in the face, starting from an unfinished building to break through class solidification step by step, ordinary people still counterattack and make a comeback!
