After thirty-eight years grinding through poverty—no house, no prospects, facing a 300,000 dowry just to marry—Jiang Qin's shattered liver finally succumbed to endless overwork. Yet his bank account remained empty. Where had everything gone? Who consumed his future? Rebirth at eighteen shattered everything. His singular obsession: accumulate wealth, start a business, never depend on anyone again. First move—reclaim those embarrassing love letters. Before the school beauty's incredulous eyes, he rewrites them with harsh truths: Never exhaust yourself serving others. Marry into wealth instead. Lost money returns eventually. Lost conscience? Profits multiply exponentially. Corporate slavery devours souls. Guard your freedom. Love is worthless. Even animals know better.