Prices Worldwide Plummet, but My Money Stays the Same

By the time Lu Zheng was forty-six, he had spent half his life struggling. He had seen his business fail, been cheated by a business partner, and watched helplessly as his father’s factory went bankrupt and his mother suffered to keep the family afloat.

Then he woke up back in his twenty-two-year-old body.

And even more absurdly,

prices in this world had shrunk a hundred thousand times!

A bottle of water cost three thousandths of a yuan, luxury cars went for a few dozen yuan, and a mansion downtown cost only a few thousand.

But the 368,421.77 yuan he had painstakingly saved in his previous life hadn’t shrunk by a single cent.

In his previous life, his father had swallowed his pride and begged for help over a debt of more than two hundred thousand yuan, eventually selling the factory he had spent half his life running.

This time, the bank employee said only:

“Mr. Lu, you’re short by 26.4 yuan.”

Lu Zheng stared at the balance of more than three hundred thousand yuan on his phone and fell silent for a long time.

This time, he didn’t want to be some chosen one.

He just wanted to keep his father’s factory from going under, stop his mother from scrimping over every last yuan, and let his sister study what she truly loved.

As for how he later ended up building a nationwide supply chain, making advances in smart manufacturing and industrial robotics, and taking his business overseas…

Lu Zheng couldn’t explain it either.

At the beginning, he really just wanted to pay off the 26 yuan his family owed.