After Delivering to Heaven, I Became the World's Richest Man

If getting struck by lightning could solve all my problems, I'd have been struck eight hundred times by now.

On a rainy night in Nanfeng City, Wang Yang, an orphan, crouched outside a corner store to shelter from the rain. He was still 158,000 yuan in debt, with 83.47 yuan in his bank account.

Then he really was struck by lightning, and landed at the Southern Heavenly Gate.

A white-bearded old man smiled and asked him, "Wang Yang, would you be willing to deliver food for the Heavenly Court?"

Wang Yang: "...How much does it pay?"

Taibai Jinxing: "Seven yuan per order, five hundred orders a week. No room and board, and you cover the meal costs upfront."

Wang Yang turned to leave.

Taibai Jinxing panicked. "We can negotiate! The subsidy can be handled privately..."

Wang Yang: "Can I use discarded pills?"

Taibai Jinxing: "They're waste. You can have as many as..."

Wang Yang ground the discarded pills into powder and mixed them into iced tea. One cup kept you awake for three days. Students on Earth queued up to buy it, and immortals in the Heavenly Court fought over it.

In less than a year, he went from a poor student with 150,000 yuan in debt to the king of beverages in the mortal world.

He became brothers with Nezha, Taibai Jinxing became his man on the inside, and the Jade Emperor became his biggest protector. Wang Yang cultivated spirit herbs in the mortal world, treated cancer, and became the head of the world's largest beverage and medical conglomerate.

A slow-burn story, not an effortless power fantasy.