The Mission of Rebirth Was to Make Money

The mission of rebirth was to make money. That thing that had fallen should have been a steel plate used for construction.

Jiang Qin thought it over and arrived at a reliable answer.

Then he encountered a crucial question first: why had he been reborn?

The answer was actually simple. He probably had regrets in his heart, moved heaven and earth, and was thus granted another chance.

So what was Jiang Qin's regret? Nothing else—it was that he had failed to make money.

So he had been reborn to make money. Even dogs wouldn't date! Especially being someone's backup—it was such a waste of energy. With that time, he might as well help his parents wash chopsticks and dishes.

People always had all kinds of thoughts in their youth, and it was understandable to appreciate beautiful things. But if a man pushing forty was reborn and could only think about breasts and thighs, that would be ridiculous.

He had been reborn already—what decent person would fucking date? Jiang Qin folded up the letter he had written and slipped it into his pocket. When he looked up, he found Chu Siqi frozen in place, disbelief flashing in her eyes.

"That was the love letter you wrote to me. How... how could you ask for it back?"

"Didn't you say you didn't want it? Then there's no need to waste it. I'll change the name and give it to someone else."

Chu Siqi choked on her words, then hurriedly changed her approach. "Jiang Qin, it's not like you have no chance at all. I just don't want to date right now, but that might not be the case after college. When the time comes, you'll be the first person I consider!"

Jiang Qin could not help glancing at her, goosebumps instantly rising all over his body.

If the teenage version of himself had been standing here, he really might have kept walking down that dark road because of this faint sliver of hope.

But from his current perspective, his taste when he was young had really been fucking awful.

The first person she'd consider me? Was that even something a human being would say? "What I said is true, but there's one condition. You can't write love letters to anyone else, and you can't like anyone else. Otherwise, we'll never have another chance!"

"But I don't think I really like you. Let's part on good terms, okay?"

Chu Siqi's eyes widened slightly. Her proud heart had been deeply wounded.

How was this parting on good terms? He made it sound like she had dumped him. She had been so kind, encouraging him not to give up—what kind of attitude was this?

"Jiang Qin, do you know that love needs to be tested? If you can't even endure a tiny setback, how am I supposed to consider being with you? I haven't seen your determination at all, okay?"

"Then find someone else to test. I have more important things to do now." Jiang Qin's mind was filled with making money. He truly did not want to keep wasting time on pointless entanglements.

Chu Siqi immediately exploded after hearing that. "Jiang Qin, you bastard! I swear I'll never speak to you again!"

"Wait a second!"

Just as Chu Siqi was about to run off, Jiang Qin suddenly called out to her, an unusual tension appearing on his face.

Seeing that expression, Chu Siqi felt a little happier. The smugness of a young girl instantly returned to her face.

He really was afraid she would ignore him. All that nonsense about parting on good terms had just been him trying to save face.

"What is it? Is there anything else? But let me tell you in advance—you won't get another chance!"

As though he had not heard her, Jiang Qin lifted the stationery bag in his hand and glanced at it. "Are we taking the National College Entrance Examination? Is it over yet? Which subject are we on?"

Chu Siqi paused in slight surprise. "It's over. The final subject ended this morning!"

"Great. If I had to take it again, I probably wouldn't even get into Lanxiang Vocational School."

Chu Siqi stared at his radiant smile and suddenly felt dazed. "Y-you stopped me just to tell me that?"

Jiang Qin took a deep breath. "There's one more thing. Does finishing the exam mean summer break has started?"

"I don't know. Ask whoever you want!"

Chu Siqi was furious. She jogged all the way back to the school building.

After getting rejected, he was pretending not to care. What kind of person was he? Did he think acting like this would make her soften up? Who knew where he had learned it, but he was actually playing hard to get. Fine, then she would ignore him for a week. They would see who got anxious and apologized first!

Jiang Qin packed up his things and turned toward the school building, but before he had taken more than a few steps, a group of classmates who had come to watch the show surrounded him.

"I told you that you'd definitely fail. Did you think you could like Chu Siqi just because you wanted to? Know your place!"

The speaker was Qin Ziang, a famous rich second-generation student in Class 2, Grade 3. His father was the biggest real estate developer in the area.

This guy had once performed the heroic feat of shouting in the school cafeteria that he would pay everyone's bill. He was arrogant beyond belief.

"Lao Jiang, there's no need to be sad. At least eighty, if not a hundred, people have been rejected by Chu Siqi. I'll treat you to a soda later."

The second person to speak was a short, dark, chubby boy with glasses. He was Jiang Qin's best friend from high school, Guo Zihang.

Jiang Qin ignored Qin Ziang's mockery. Instead, he looked at Guo Zihang with some emotion and patted his shoulder with one hand.

"Lao Guo, your legs are still there. It really isn't easy seeing you stand again."

"??????"

After packing up his things and leaving school, Jiang Qin rode south on his bike.

To be honest, a young body really was great. There was no fatigue or soreness—you had to experience it to know.

Before his rebirth, forget pedaling a bicycle; he would probably have been out of breath after walking a few steps.

But things were different now. With a physique like this, if he went to work tightening screws in a factory, he could probably earn himself a whole apartment.

Looking at the Beijing Olympics Promotion slogans along the road, he pedaled faster and faster, indulging in the sensation of this incredibly youthful body.

Oh? He even had hair that could fly in the wind. This feeling had been gone for far too long!

Half an hour later, he arrived at Fanhuali Community in the northern part of the city.

The buildings here had already darkened with age, and the paint on the walls was peeling like scabies. The entire community did not even have a proper gate, only a barrier pole restricting vehicle access. Looking in from the entrance, the first thing one saw was not the apartment entrances, but illegally built storage sheds.

If he remembered correctly, this should have been one of the first communities in the old district to be demolished. An official demolition notice would be issued in July this year, and to demonstrate the government's resolve, all compensation payments would be distributed by October.

His third uncle's Lian Qiao lived here. The moment the money arrived, his whole demeanor changed. He smoked Chunghwa cigarettes and clamored about buying a Mercedes-Benz.

But he never got to buy the Mercedes-Benz. His two sons started fighting first. The younger son wanted half the money to marry a new bride, while the older son wanted half the money to marry someone else's former wife.

The two of them had fought until their heads were bloody. The younger son said, "Big Brother, you're marrying a secondhand woman and still want half? Do you have any sense at all?"

The older son immediately flew into a rage after hearing that. "Fuck, I'm marrying a grown one and getting a little one thrown in. Isn't that better than you?!"

I want to buy it.

Jiang Qin could not help drooling as he looked at the old community.

But there was a serious problem now: he had no money at all.

How much money could a graduate who had just finished the National College Entrance Examination have? He had some loose change for ice cream, sure, but buying a house was out of the question.

Jiang Qin felt a little regretful, as though countless little bills were rolling past him before vanishing without a trace.

He truly had no way to raise a starting fund in a short period of time, so there was very little he could do.

Buying houses or land was unrealistic, and stock investments required capital too.

That was the downside of not having a system. Even if your head was full of good ideas, without money, it was hard to take the first step.

Was this some fucking fake rebirth?

Just then, Jiang Qin suddenly saw a bus stop by the roadside ahead. Chu Siqi got off, her Floral Dress swaying in the wind.

The moment she got off the bus, she saw Jiang Qin. Her expression first turned surprised, then she gave a huff and raised her chin, seemingly waiting for something.

But to her surprise, Jiang Qin merely nodded at her politely, cast one reluctant glance at the community across the street, then rode away down the road.

The breeze lifted the corner of her skirt, leaving only endless shock and bewilderment beneath the bus stop sign.

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