Republican Era: But I'm in America

Tomato Original / Republican-era setting / Overseas business wars / Golden finger / Ruthless power fantasy / Multiple heroines / America’s rise / Utopian pocket dimension / Mafia / Illuminati

1920, New York, Chinatown.

Xie Jingheng’s mother died in a ten-square-meter laundry room, leaving him only three things: a jade pendant that wouldn’t open, the name of a Wall Street father he had never met, and the words, “Don’t hate him.”

Three days later, the pendant opened.

Behind the door carved into the jade lay a white void. Gold tossed inside became credits; spend those credits, and anything could be replicated. A packet of laundry detergent cost eight cents, a white shirt cost a dollar, and a bullet cost a life. The credits could also buy one more thing: transform his body from that of an ordinary man into a beast.

New York doesn’t believe in tears.

When the Mafia blocked his door, he sent his enemies’ corpses floating back down the Hudson. When Wall Street closed in, he made those old-money men in tuxedos watch as a Chinatown kid drove their stock prices into the ground. From dockside smuggling to an arms empire, from a single laundry room to a business dynasty spanning oil, finance, shipping, and luxury goods, he spent twenty years building it all.

By the time his father acknowledged him, he no longer needed him. The day his first love returned, it was raining in New York. She stood downstairs from his company for three hours in the downpour. He had someone send her an umbrella, with a line of gold lettering printed on it: Jingheng Capital.

But the one truly standing before him