Reborn in 1970s Hong Kong, the Bankrupt Young Master Wins by Doing Nothing!

In 1970, in a dilapidated ancestral home in the sewage-choked streets of Sham Shui Po.

The Zhuang family's bank has been swallowed up by a foreign firm, leaving young master Zhuang Yaozong with nothing but a bottle of Vitasoy and fifty thousand dollars.

Outside, a comprador in a sharp suit has brought gangsters armed with knives to block the door, demanding the last deed to his land as repayment and threatening to break two of his fingers.

At this life-or-death moment, the [Cross-Time Gossip Newsstand] System awakens in Zhuang Yaozong's mind!

[Shocking! The haunted swamp in the New Territories is actually Hong Kong Island's first major MTR interchange!]

[Explosive! A Middle East oil crisis is about to hit, and the value of scrap plastic across Hong Kong will shoot up tenfold overnight!]

Reading these juicy tidbits from the future, Zhuang Yaozong takes a sip of Vitasoy, turns around, and slaps his last fifty thousand dollars onto the face of a burly autistic man. "Come work for me. I'll make you the king of the scrap business!"

And so, Hong Kong's business world in the 1970s gains an "ultimate lunatic" who makes every tycoon spit blood.

A British taipan blacklists his warehouses? He buys more than a dozen rundown ferries, exploits a loophole in the British Merchant Shipping Act, and turns Victoria Harbour into a legal floating fortress of junk!

Local tycoons laugh at him for spending eight million dollars to fill in the haunted swamp? Six months later, the MTR route is officially announced, and the muddy wasteland becomes a ten-billion-dollar golden business district. One tycoon is so furious he smashes three Yixing teapots!

This is an age of wild growth, where gold lies everywhere.

Zhuang Yaozong has a compulsive card-counting butcher and a sharp-tongued publicist from a socialite family by his side.

In floral shirts and flip-flops, he takes the lofty multinational conglomerates for everything they're worth.

"I don't have many virtues, but I do love spending money. Got a problem? I'll bury you in cash, you bastard!"