In my previous life, I was a real estate tycoon with a net worth of tens of billions, but I died alone in a mansion.
Before I died, I thought, if I could do it all over again, I would never want money again.
Opening my eyes, I went back to 1993, when I was eighteen years old, in Sophora Town.
I took over my father's dilapidated "Happiness Photo Studio". I just wanted to take photos and live a peaceful life.
But when I developed the first old photo, the Republican woman in the photo smiled at me.
"I'm still here," she said.
