In My Rebirth, I Don't Want to Expose My Vest

In March 2027, Lu Chen, the head of Shenzhou Capital, looked at his fiancée and best friend in the ICU and calmly signed the "Consent Form to Give Up Treatment". He closed his eyes. When I opened my eyes again, it was September 2016, the early morning of the second week of my junior year in the Department of Finance, School of Economics and Management, Jianglin University. There are still 11 years left before my father is wrongfully imprisoned. It would still be 9 years before my mother collapsed in the dressing room. It would still be 10 years and six months before he was pushed into the ICU by his relatives. In this life, he doesn't plan to be "the person who gets pulled into the ICU" anymore. He is the "Shen Zhou" in the Internet literary circle. He is the "Night Owl" in the hacker circle. He is the legendary "Mr. Z" of Hong Kong hedge funds. The "fisherman" hidden in the signature of the painting in the auction house is him. He is also the "Qingshuang" who record companies rush to hand over contracts every year. Su Wan thought she had caught a potential stock. Zhou Yun thought the person sitting in front of him was an ordinary junior student. They didn't see that - Sitting in the last row of this small classroom, by the window, was a man who came back from eleven years later and wanted to kill someone.