Returning to the Village to Collect Rags: the Secrets in My Hands Can Change the World

[Urban imagination + forbearance flow + dimensionality reduction strike + Jedi counterattack] Traveled back to the village. As the "shadow butler" of a top wealthy family, he handles money in hundreds of millions and holds the lives of countless big bosses in his hands. But precisely because of this, he became a thorn in the flesh that others had to get rid of. In a well-designed accident, Zhou You "died". He gave up a net worth of over 100 million yuan, destroyed his original appearance, and returned to his remote hometown with scars all over his body, guarding the scrapyard left by his grandfather. He wanted to survive and disappear. But in this small mountain village, the wind and waves never stopped. Arrogant and domineering landowner: "Zhou You, you can't survive in the city anymore? Be honest and give up this land, otherwise you won't be able to stay here anymore!" The ex-fiancée who hates poverty and loves wealth: "Zhou You, this is what you call getting ahead? If you spend your whole life collecting rags, you will be worthy of waiting to die in this garbage heap!" Zhou You was holding a five-yuan red plum cigarette in his mouth, squatting next to the weighing beam and looking at these clowns without saying a word. In his eyes, these people are not opponents, not even "trash". He originally wanted to be a "dead man" quietly, but slowly, things got out of control: The defective parts he picked up at the scrapyard were actually military industry cores worth tens of millions; Even the sworn enemy he had helped kneeled at the entrance of the village with a large amount of money, begging him, a "dead man", to come out and save his life.