Chapter 1: Reborn as the Ultimate Playboy
In Yang City, inside a lavishly decorated suite of a three-story mansion, a handsome young man dressed in high-end casual wear stood staring blankly into the mirror, lost in thought.
“Wow, no way,” he muttered. “Is this really happening?”
After a long moment, a look of delight spread across his face.
His name was Huang Feiyang.
He had been reborn—back to the year 2001.
More importantly, this world was subtly different from his previous life. Almost everything else remained unchanged.
The only differences lay in his family background—and himself.
In his past life, he came from a modest middle-class family. After graduating from university, he worked in finance.
But in this life?
He had transformed into a notorious playboy.
His family wielded power and influence, and crucially, just like before, he was an only child.
“Wow!” Huang Feiyang whispered with a grin. “Fate is definitely on my side!”
Regaining his composure, he sat down at the desk by the window and casually opened the middle drawer.
Inside lay stacks of crisp hundred-yuan bills.
His mouth twitched involuntarily.
There had to be more than a hundred thousand here.
He flipped through the cash casually, then opened a bankbook.
Four million?
His mouth agape, Huang Feiyang was at a loss for words.
Suddenly, a widely circulated saying from his previous life flashed through his mind:
“Some things are decided at birth. If you have it, you have it; if not, you never will.”
Millions?
Many people might never earn that much in their entire lives.
Yet here he was, a carefree playboy who spent his days indulging in pleasures, holding such a fortune.
Wow.
At this time, a condo in the provincial capital Yang City cost only around two or three hundred thousand.
Speaking of Huang Feiyang, one must mention his parents—or rather, their business.
The Huang Group was among the top three private enterprises in Yang City.
Their business spanned trade, real estate, alcohol, and finance.
Both of Huang Feiyang’s parents were always busy with their enterprises, leaving no time to accompany him.
So they chose to compensate with money.
This, in turn, transformed Huang Feiyang into a notorious playboy.
At just eighteen years old, he had already become infamous.
Taking a deep breath and steadying his mood, Huang Feiyang glanced at the time.
June 6, 2001. 9:09:09 a.m.
Rubbing his chin thoughtfully, he wondered what he should do next.
Continue to indulge in pleasures and waste this second chance?
That seemed like a shameful misuse of such a miraculous rebirth.
Besides, living a wasted life made his conscience ache.
“2001!” he murmured to himself, eyes brightening.
This appeared to be the best era yet.
That year, BAT—Baidu, Alibaba, Tencent—had not yet fully risen.
There were even rumors that Tencent almost sold for just half a million.
If he could invest early in these giants, wouldn’t he make a fortune?
Just thinking about it thrilled him.
Moreover, the U.S. stock market would experience major turbulence in September.
If he shorted some indices in advance—without overdoing it—he could quietly earn a handsome profit.
And that was just the beginning.
His mind flooded with countless ideas and opportunities.
He even drooled a little, wiping it away before regaining focus.
With over four million in starting capital, he could accomplish a great deal.
Especially since his parents had no time for him.
Combined with his family background and memories from his past life, this was far more than simply adding one and one.
Huang Feiyang was confident his money would soon grow explosively.
At that moment, his phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Feiyang, big shot tonight—how about it? I’ve lined up some beautiful girls!”
A lewd voice came through.
“Ahem, sorry, no time,” Huang Feiyang replied seriously.
Inside, he broke out in a cold sweat.
A big shot with beautiful girls—this persona suited his playboy image perfectly.
“Alright then,” the voice said disappointedly before hanging up.
Shaking his head, Huang Feiyang dismissed the matter.
Beautiful girls?
Of course he liked them.
But only if there was genuine affection.
What fun was it to be with someone just for his money?
Over ten kilometers away from Huang Feiyang’s mansion, inside a private club, a burly young man with an arrogant expression slammed his phone on the table in frustration.
“Damn it! What on earth is Huang Feiyang busy with?”
He took a sip of wine, his face filled with puzzlement.
He had planned to set a trap for Huang Feiyang—just to swindle some money.
Of course, he wouldn’t go too far; he knew the young master was rich.
But he also didn’t dare provoke him to the point of no return.
He couldn’t afford to die.
Yet unexpectedly, Huang Feiyang had outright rejected him.
“Brother Sangbiao! Has Young Master Huang not shown up?”
“Should we call him again?”
Several pretty girls nearby looked disappointed.
Clearly, they all wanted to latch onto Huang Feiyang and rise to fame and fortune.
“He said he’s busy,” the burly man snapped, shaking his head.
“Alright, you all can leave now!” he added impatiently.
“Going already? Why so grumpy?”
“Yeah, we’re leaving!”
After the girls left, the burly man picked up his phone again and dialed.
“Hello?”
“Boss! Huang Feiyang didn’t come.”
“Understood. I’ll find another chance.”
Meanwhile, back in his room, Huang Feiyang was busy at his desk, jotting down notes while recalling significant events from 2001—and others in the near future.
His goal was clear: to seize the opportunities embedded in these events to amass wealth.
He would accumulate a fortune wildly and become a tycoon.
Then, he would rise to become the shadowy king of capital.