Chapter 1 (start of new journey)

he sky was a vast expanse of blue, the crisp air filled with the scent of blooming flowers. A parade of ambassador bicycles clinked by, their riders sporting vibrant 1980s attire—bell-bottom jeans, colorful shirts, and aviator sunglasses.

The scene before him was at once familiar and strange.

Nova Fang lowered his head and examined his hands. They were fair and youthful, devoid of the signs of age. They were so young.

"This is..."

Nova Fang's voice emerged hoarse, his throat tight with struggle.

"Boom!!"

A roar erupted in his head, as if chaos itself were exploding.

"Pain!!"

Nova Fang's head throbbed with a splitting headache, on the verge of bursting. He squatted down, clutching his head. His eyes turned scarlet and bulging, as if they might pop.

"Ah!!"

He roared like a beast.

"Today is June 8, 1979..."

After a moment, Nova Fang whispered, struggling.

"I was born again...."

Nova's body trembled slightly as he raised his head. The scarlet in his eyes faded, revealing a look of great surprise.

"This... How can it be..."

He was stunned. He had actually been reborn, returning to the summer of 1979. This body was unmistakably his own.

"That doesn't mean that the Fang family..."

Nova Fang was suddenly struck: "At this time, the old man of the Fang family is still alive. Now the Fang family remains one of the major families in Washi because the old man is still alive...."

"Dad...."

Nova Fang suddenly remembered his father. When the Fang family had fallen, an accident had occurred, and he had passed away.

"This life..."

Nova Fang gritted his teeth: "I will never allow this to happen again. I must change everything."

He growled.

Fortunately, there was no one around. Otherwise, in this era, Nova Fang would surely have been arrested and thrown into a detention center.

Though, in this area, a single phone call would summon the district chief to personally apologize to him.

But Nova Fang wanted none of that.

"Call!!"

Nova Fang took a deep breath.

"Rebirth can no longer be like the previous life." Nova Fang's eyes slightly opened, revealing a sharp gaze, like that of an eagle. In his past life, when he was young, he had been the third young master of the Fang family, one of the major families of Washi in the United Country. Countless people had followed him. Unfortunately, after the Fang family fell, those friends had almost all dispersed, and few still looked at him squarely.

"Career? Or going abroad?"

Nova whispered.

Drawing from the memories of his past life and decades of domestic economic development, Nova felt he could attain a high position.

Nova was confident that, though he might not reach the pinnacle, he wouldn't do badly.

"But..."

Nova shook his head: "However, that kind of intrigue has various restrictions and doesn't suit my personality."

"Of course, going abroad is not feasible..." Nova pondered for a moment and then said: "Being in business..."

Suddenly, the thought flashed through his mind, like a meteor illuminating his entire being.

Nova suddenly stood up.

"In business, I can stand behind the scenes, orchestrating everything, watching the winds and clouds pass by, feeling the strong gales blow, and witnessing the downpour of rain..."

He could control everything in business.

As for an official career...

"Helping my father rise to power seems like a good idea..."

Nova's mouth curved into a beautiful, evil grin, his entire being exuding a cold aura.

"Helping my father become an officer, or leading the entire Fang family...."

Nova sneered.

In the Fang family, aside from the old man, there was also his uncle, already a second-grade officer.

As for his uncle's eldest son, he was under thirty and had already held a fourth-rank position for two years. He might well be promoted in the future.

And then there was his father...

Nova didn't doubt that, with the support of his group, his father, currently a deputy third-grade officer in a department, could rise to the top.

Thinking this, his eyes suddenly brightened.

"What should I do?"

Nova pondered business matters.

"Forehead!!"

He groaned.

Nova suddenly realized that, at this time, the Internet era in the United Country was still at least twenty years away. E-commerce?

Electronic payment?

Sharing economy?

Social media?

Portals?

Real estate industry?

"Damn it!!"

Nova cursed. These lucrative business models were still years, if not decades, away from 1979 United Country, which had just begun to open up.

"I..."

Nova Fang felt like crying.

"Is there anything more torturous?" Nova Fang wanted to cry but had no tears. If they waited until those business models could develop, the opportunity would be lost.

Could buying a few pieces of land on the second ring road now lead to immense wealth when the real estate market exploded? Billions?

Who could afford to wait that long? Nova took a deep breath, reached into his pocket, and took out a hefty sum of money from 1979—over three hundred units...

"Three hundred units..."

Nova looked at the handful of mostly ten-unit notes. He really felt like crying. The future richest man in the world had only three hundred units to his name at this time.

What could be done?