Reborn in 2000: I'm the Boss's Driver

In mid-September, the weather cooled down, and you needed to wear a jacket in the mornings and evenings.

With the Mid-Autumn Festival fast approaching, Lin Fan has been extremely busy these past few days—not with work, but with delivering gifts.

The garage was piled high with things, mooncake gift boxes stacked half a person's height, not to mention cigarettes, alcohol, tea, and candy. Every morning when Lin Fan came, he had to spend half an hour tidying up, keeping what should be kept and giving away what should be given away.

He was sorting things out that morning when Zhou Wenyuan strolled in.

"Wow, Xiaolin, this is quite a large operation." Zhou Wenyuan walked around the garage with his hands behind his back. "Much more than last year."

"That's right, Brother Zhou." Lin Fan wiped his sweat. "It's only the beginning of September, and we've already harvested so much. I don't know what we'll do when the festival comes around."

Zhou Wenyuan picked up a box from the pile of mooncakes and looked at it: "They're all good brands, each box costs two or three hundred. Here's what you do, make a list and give them to whoever needs them, don't worry about the cost."

"I've prepared the list, please take a look." Lin Fan took out a small notebook from his pocket.

Zhou Wenyuan took it and flipped through it: "Okay, you've thought of everything. You've taken care of your former boss, old colleagues, and heads of key departments. Let's do it this way. If you need a car, just let me know, and I'll have my driver deliver it for you."

"No need, no need, I can manage on my own," Lin Fan said. "That police Santana is enough."

"Oh, right," Zhou Wenyuan remembered something, "the stock of Moutai has been doing quite well lately."

Mentioning this, Lin Fan perked up: "That's right, Brother Zhou. We bought it three months ago, and now it's appreciated by almost 30%. My 200,000 has become 260,000."

Zhou Wenyuan laughed: "You've got a sharp eye, kid. I was still hesitating at the time, but you said you'd buy it, and it turned out you were right. I made a profit of almost 60,000 from that 200,000."

"This is nothing," Lin Fan said in a low voice. "Brother Zhou, I've recently come across something really good."

"What good stuff?"

"There's a company in Hong Kong called Tencent, which just went public this June," Lin Fan said. "They make instant messaging software, like QQ, which is used by young people now."

Zhou Wenyuan frowned: "Hong Kong stocks? How do I buy them?"

"I need to open an account in Hong Kong," Lin Fan said. "I've done my research, and this company has potential; it's bound to rise in the future. It's just that opening an account is troublesome; I have to go to Hong Kong in person."

"Go to Hong Kong..." Zhou Wenyuan hesitated for a moment, "That's not impossible. I know people at the bank who can help you with the paperwork. But you'll have to make the trip yourself, and you'll have to pay for your own travel and accommodation."

"No problem!" Lin Fan's eyes lit up. "Brother Zhou, can you really handle this?"

"When have I ever lied to you?" Zhou Wenyuan patted his shoulder. "But this has to be done quietly, don't make a fuss. I'll arrange it for you after the Mid-Autumn Festival."

"That's great!" Lin Fan was so excited he almost jumped up.

"Don't be too happy yet," Zhou Wenyuan said. "Handle this Mid-Autumn Festival matter properly. Send the gifts that should be sent, see the people who should leave, and don't let anything go wrong."

"Don't worry, I guarantee it will be taken care of."

After Zhou Wenyuan left, Lin Fan continued packing the gifts. He was overjoyed—he'd made money on Moutai stocks, and now he had a connection with Tencent stocks. If this deal went through, he'd never be short of money again.

Just as I was enjoying myself, my phone rang. It was Wang Juan.

"Lin Fan, where are you?"

"Just tidying up in the company garage. What's up?"

"We just got a new batch of autumn clothes. Why don't you come and take a look? Give me your opinion."

"Okay, I'll be there in a bit."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Fan sped up. He loaded the gifts he was going to deliver into his car and first drove them to the warehouse at the bottom of his shop. Then he drove to the Donghe Wholesale Market.

In Wang Juan's old shop, several customers were picking out clothes. Wang Juan was doing the accounting behind the counter when she saw Lin Fan arrive. She looked up and smiled.

"You're here? Please have a seat, I'll be right there."

Lin Fan strolled around the store and saw that the new autumn clothes were already on display: trench coats, sweaters, and trousers, all in nice colors and styles.

After the customer left, Wang Juan came over and said, "Look at this trench coat. It was just shipped from Guangzhou, and the fit is excellent."

Lin Fan touched the fabric: "It's nice. How much did you pay for it?"

"The wholesale price is 85, but we're selling it for 120," Wang Juan said. "It just arrived yesterday, and we've already sold five pieces today."

"Great, your taste is getting better and better," Lin Fan praised.

Wang Juan blushed: "It's all thanks to your excellent teaching. By the way, how are you spending the Mid-Autumn Festival? Going to your house or mine?"

"We'll go on both days," Lin Fan said. "I'll stay at my house on the 15th and go to yours on the 16th. I've prepared everything: cigarettes, alcohol, tea, candy, mooncakes, and fruit—nothing will be missing."

"You brought so much stuff again..." Wang Juan said softly. "Every time you come to my house, you bring so many bags and packages. My parents feel embarrassed."

"What's there to be embarrassed about? It's only natural for a future son-in-law to be filial to his parents-in-law," Lin Fan laughed. "Juan'er, I have some good news for you."

"What good news?"

"I made 60,000 yuan from my Moutai stock purchases," Lin Fan said in a low voice. "Brother Zhou made money too."

Wang Juan's eyes widened: "Sixty thousand? That much?"

"This is just the beginning," Lin Fan said. "There's something even better. Brother Zhou promised to help me with the paperwork to buy stocks in Hong Kong."

"Go to Hong Kong?" Wang Juan was startled. "That's so far, is it safe?"

"It's safe and through legitimate channels," Lin Fan said. "If this works out, we'll never be short of money again."

Wang Juan looked at him with a complicated expression: "Lin Fan, you are so different now than before."

"What's different?"

"I can't really explain it," Wang Juan shook her head. "It's just that you seem to know a lot about things like stocks and investing, which I've never even heard of before."

Lin Fan put his arm around her shoulder: "It's okay if you don't understand, I'm here. You just take care of the shop, and I'll handle the rest."

"Mmm." Wang Juan leaned on his shoulder. "Lin Fan, sometimes I really feel like I'm dreaming. Half a year ago I was just a waitress, and now I manage two shops, live in a nice house, and have such a wonderful partner like you..."

"It's not a dream, it's real," Lin Fan said softly. "Things will only get better from here on out."

The two stayed in the store for a while, and Lin Fan helped organize the merchandise. Around 3 PM, he drove back to his workplace.

Back in the garage, Chen Ming was waiting for him.

"Lin Fan, you're finally back," Chen Ming said. "Director Zhou wants you to go to his office; it seems to be urgent."

"What's the emergency?"

"I don't know, but I'm pretty anxious."

Lin Fan hurried upstairs. Zhou Wenyuan's office door was open, and inside, besides Zhou Wenyuan, was a strange man in his forties, wearing a suit and looking quite imposing.

"Xiao Lin is here." Zhou Wenyuan waved. "Let me introduce you. This is President Wang from the Construction Bank. President Wang, this is Xiao Lin I told you about."

"Hello, President Wang." Lin Fan quickly stepped forward to shake hands.

"You look quite energetic, young man." Bank Manager Wang glanced at Lin Fan. "Old Zhou told me about your desire to open a stock account in Hong Kong. It's not difficult to arrange. Our bank has cross-border business and can help you open a Hong Kong stock account."

Lin Fan was overjoyed: "Really? Thank you so much, President Wang!"

"Don't thank me yet," said President Wang. "There are a few things you need to be aware of. First, you need to go to Hong Kong in person to open an account. Our bank has a branch in Hong Kong and can arrange for someone to meet you. Second, there are restrictions on outbound capital, with a maximum of US$50,000 per year, so you need to plan carefully. Third, Hong Kong stocks are riskier than A-shares, so you need to be mentally prepared."

"I understand all of that," Lin Fan said. "President Wang, when would you like to proceed?"

"After National Day," said President Wang. "I'll have someone prepare the materials, and you can come over to sign them. Then wait for notification; it should be possible to make the trip around mid-to-late October."

"That's great!" Lin Fan exclaimed, his hands trembling with excitement.

Zhou Wenyuan laughed from the side, "Look how happy you are. President Wang, I'm counting on you for this. I'll treat you to dinner another day, and we can have a good drink together."

"Don't mention it." Bank Manager Wang stood up. "Alright, I'll head back now. Xiao Lin, prepare the photocopy of your ID card later."

"Okay, thank you, President Wang."

After seeing President Wang off, Zhou Wenyuan closed the door and said to Lin Fan, "I've taken care of this for you. The rest is up to you."

Stepping out of the office, Lin Fan still felt like he was dreaming. The Hong Kong bank account opening was done just like that?

He returned to the garage and sat down to calm himself. After a while, he remembered that he should call Wang Juan.

"Juan'er, it's done!"

"What's up?"

"Zhou Ge helped me find a way to open a bank account in Hong Kong!"

After a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, Wang Juan said, "Lin Fan, I'm a little worried..."

"What are you worried about?"

"I can't quite put my finger on it, it just feels like... everything's going too smoothly," Wang Juan said softly. "You've been working smoothly under Director Zhou, your work is going smoothly, your business is going smoothly, and now your investments are going smoothly too. I always feel that too much success isn't a good thing."

Lin Fan laughed: "Juan'er, you're overthinking it. This isn't a matter of luck; it's the result of my hard work. I'm diligent at work, which is why Brother Zhou trusts me; I'm dedicated to business, which is why I make money; and I researched my investments for a long time before making any decisions."

"real?"

"Really," Lin Fan said. "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Fan pondered Wang Juan's words. Yes, the past six months had indeed been too smooth. Work, business, relationships, investments—everything was going well.

But this wasn't a windfall; it was an advantage brought about by his rebirth—knowing that Zhou Wenyuan would be promoted, knowing that the clothing business could make money, knowing that Moutai stock would rise, and knowing that Tencent was a potential stock.

These advantages should be utilized well, but not relied upon.

Just then, my phone rang again. This time it was Zhao Xiaowen.

"Lin Fan, where are you?"

"Garage, what's wrong?"

"Come to the budget department right now, something's happened!"

When Lin Fan arrived at the budget department, the atmosphere in the office was tense. The newly arrived section chief, Li Jing, sat behind her desk, her face looking rather grim. Several deputy section chiefs stood beside her, all with their heads bowed.

"Section Chief Li, what happened?" Lin Fan asked.

Li Jing looked up and saw Lin Fan. Her expression softened slightly. "Little Lin is here. Here's the thing, the provincial department just issued a document requiring all units to clear up their accumulated surplus funds from previous years. This matter is urgent and demanding, and our department is short-staffed. We'd like to borrow a few people from your treasury department."

Lin Fan thought to himself that this was no small matter. Clearing out surplus funds was tantamount to taking away the vested interests of various units, a task that would offend many people.

"Section Chief Li, I need to report this to Director Zhou."

"I've already spoken with Director Zhou on the phone," Li Jing said. "He agreed to lend people and specifically asked you to take the lead."

Lin Fan was taken aback: "Me, take the lead?"

"Yes." Li Jing handed over a document. "This is a document from the provincial department. Take a look at it first. Starting tomorrow, you will take two people and begin by working with the three major bureaus: the Education Bureau, the Health Bureau, and the Transportation Bureau."

Lin Fan took the document and quickly skimmed through it. The more he read, the heavier his heart became—this was going to be a tough job. Each unit treated their surplus funds as their own slush fund, and now that it was time to clean them up, they definitely wouldn't cooperate.

"Section Chief Li, this is quite difficult."

"I know," Li Jing sighed, "but the provincial department has given a strict order that it must be completed by the end of the year. Xiao Lin, Director Zhou recommended you, which means you have the ability. Don't worry about it, if you encounter any difficulties, Director Zhou and I will back you up."

Having said that, Lin Fan had no choice but to bite the bullet and reply, "Okay, I'll give it a try."

After leaving the budget department, Lin Fan went directly to Zhou Wenyuan's office.

"Brother Zhou, about clearing out the remaining funds..."

"I understand," Zhou Wenyuan interrupted him. "I recommended you. This is an opportunity; if you do well, you can get on the radar of the provincial leaders."

"But this job is one that offends people..."

"What's there to be afraid of offending people?" Zhou Wenyuan said. "With me and Section Chief Li backing you up, what are you afraid of? Besides, this is a provincial department's plan. Anyone who doesn't cooperate is going against the provincial department."

Lin Fan thought for a moment: "Then how exactly does it work?"

"Be firm when you need to be firm, and be lenient when you need to be lenient," Zhou Wenyuan said. "First, issue a notice asking each unit to conduct a self-inspection and report. Then you take people down to verify, and if you find any problems, you set a deadline for rectification. For those who cooperate, you can be treated leniently; for those who do not cooperate, you report directly to the provincial department."

"Understood."

"Oh, right," Zhou Wenyuan remembered something, "when you go down, drive that armed police car. Sometimes, a car is more useful than a person."

Lin Fan nodded. He understood. When a vehicle with an armed police license plate stopped, the people below would have to think twice.

Back in the garage, Lin Fan began to ponder the matter. Clearing out surplus funds, in essence, meant auditing the accounts. The slush funds in various units definitely had problems with their accounts. But how to audit, and to what extent, was a skill in itself.

Just then, my father arrived on his motorcycle.

"Dad, is something wrong?"

Lin Jianguo took off his helmet. "Xiao Fan, our captain just said he'd like to treat you to a meal."

"Inviting me to dinner? Why?"

"It's all because of Director Zhou," Lin Jianguo said. "The captain said he was able to get a foothold in the traffic team thanks to Director Zhou's help. He wants to get in touch with Director Zhou through you."

Lin Fan smiled: "Dad, don't get involved in this. I'll handle things with Brother Zhou."

"I know, I know," Lin Jianguo said. "I'm just passing on a message; it's up to you whether you go or not."

"Okay, I understand."

After getting off work in the evening, Lin Fan first went back to the warehouse of the ground floor shop. He checked the gifts he was going to send out for the Mid-Autumn Festival again, and only after confirming that everything was in order did he go home for dinner.

At the dinner table, the mother asked, "Xiaofan, Wang Juan is coming over for dinner on the Mid-Autumn Festival. What dishes should I cook?"

"Just cook a few simple home-style dishes," Lin Fan said. "Juan'er isn't a picky eater; she'll eat whatever you cook."

"That won't do. It's her first time celebrating Mid-Autumn Festival at our house, so we need to make it a bit more grand," the mother said. "I'll go to the market tomorrow to buy a fish and a chicken. By the way, what does Wang Juan like to eat?"

"She loves braised pork."

"Okay, then let's make braised pork."

The father chimed in, "Xiaofan, have you prepared the gifts for Wang Juan's parents?"

"Everything's ready. We'll send it over on the 16th," Lin Fan said. "Cigarettes, alcohol, tea, candy, mooncakes, and fruit—everything's included."

"That's good." The father nodded. "One should be kind and courteous."

After dinner, Lin Fan called Wang Juan and told her about coming to his house for dinner during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

"Juan'er, come to my house for dinner on New Year's Eve. My mom is going to make braised pork."

"Really? That's so embarrassing..."

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about. We'll be family sooner or later," Lin Fan said. "By the way, I've prepared everything for your visit on the 16th."

"Mmm," Wang Juan said softly, "Lin Fan, my parents like you very much. They say you're sensible and promising."

"And you? Do you like me?"

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, then Wang Juan responded softly, "I like it."

Lin Fan smiled: "That's good. Go to sleep early, we'll be busy tomorrow."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Fan went out onto the balcony. The moon was almost full, and its cool, clear light shone down.

This year has gone by so quickly. But every step I've taken has been solid.

The next day, Lin Fan officially began the work of clearing out the remaining funds.

He first borrowed two people from the office, one named Xiao Liu and the other Xiao Zhang, both young and capable.

"Liu'er, Zhang'er, this job isn't easy," Lin Fan said bluntly. "We're going to have to check the accounts of various units, which will definitely offend people. But this is a directive from the provincial department, and we have to complete it. If you two are worried about offending people, you can say so now, and I'll find someone else."

Xiao Liu and Xiao Zhang exchanged a glance and said in unison, "Team Leader Lin, we're not afraid."

"Okay." Lin Fan nodded. "Then let's issue a notice first, asking each unit to conduct a self-inspection and submit a report. The deadline is three days; those who fail to do so will not be accepted."

The notice was sent out, and that afternoon, some organizations called.

The first call came from the director of the Education Bureau's office: "Team Leader Lin, our bureau doesn't have much surplus funds over the years, only a few hundred thousand yuan. Could you please make an exception?"

Lin Fan said into the phone, "Director Li, it's not that I'm being inflexible, it's just that the provincial department has requirements. If you clarify the accounts, report what needs to be reported, and pay what needs to be paid, we can talk things over. If you conceal anything, the situation will be different once we find out."

"Yes, yes, I understand."

After hanging up the phone, I received calls from the Transportation Bureau and the Health Bureau, all saying the same thing—it's not much money, could you underreport it?

Lin Fan always replied, "Report the truth, don't hide anything."

Three days later, the reports from each unit were submitted. Lin Fan was delighted when he saw them—the reported figures were more than half less than the actual figures.

"These people really think we're fools," Xiao Liu said angrily.

"That's normal." Lin Fan said calmly. "If I were in his shoes, I would underreport too. Okay, starting tomorrow, we'll go down and investigate. First stop, the Education Bureau."

The next morning, Lin Fan drove a Santana with a police license plate, taking Xiao Liu and Xiao Zhang to the Education Bureau.

The bureau chief personally received us, and his attitude was incredibly warm and welcoming.

"Team Leader Lin, welcome, welcome! I've long heard of a talented young man in the Finance Bureau, and seeing him today, I can confirm that his reputation is well-deserved."

"Director Zhang, you're too kind," Lin Fan said neither humbly nor arrogantly. "Let's proceed according to procedure and look at the accounts first."

The Education Bureau's account books arrived, a thick stack of them. Lin Fan had Xiao Liu and Xiao Zhang check the accounts while he chatted with Director Zhang.

"Director Zhang, I heard your bureau is currently constructing a new office building?"

"Yes, the old building is too old and unusable," Director Zhang said. "Team Leader Lin, we'll need the Finance Bureau's support for this matter."

"We will definitely support what deserves support." Lin Fan changed the subject, "However, Director Zhang, I saw the surplus funds you reported, which is only 1.2 million. But I heard that the surplus from training expenses alone last year was more than that."

Director Zhang's expression changed: "Well... some accounts might not have been sorted out clearly."

Just then, Xiao Liu came over: "Team Leader Lin, we found it. Last year's training expenses actually amounted to 800,000, but the book expenditure was 1.2 million, leaving a surplus of 400,000 that wasn't recorded."

Lin Fan looked at Director Zhang: "Director Zhang, where is this 400,000?"

Director Zhang's forehead was sweating: "This... let me ask the head of the finance department."

The finance director was summoned, but he stammered and couldn't give a clear answer. Lin Fan didn't press him, simply saying, "Here's what we'll do: you have one day to clarify the accumulated surplus funds from previous years and resubmit them. If you continue to conceal information, we'll have no choice but to report the truth to the provincial department."

"Yes, yes, we'll handle it right away, right away."

As they left the Education Bureau, Xiao Liu excitedly said, "Chief Lin, you're amazing! You always get it right."

"This is nothing," Lin Fan said. "The slush funds in various units all follow a few patterns—falsifying expenditures, concealing income, and misappropriating special funds. As long as you investigate carefully, you can find them all."

Over the next few days, Lin Fan and his team visited seven or eight different organizations. At each organization, he first offered politeness before taking action—giving them a chance to rectify the situation themselves, and if they didn't cooperate, he would handle things strictly according to the rules.

As a result, the results were evident. All units resubmitted their reports, and the amount of surplus funds more than doubled.

Section Chief Li Jing was very satisfied: "Xiao Lin, well done! Director Zhou was right about you."

After Zhou Wenyuan found out, he called Lin Fan to his office: "I heard you've been quite powerful lately, investigating everywhere you go."

"Brother Zhou, I'm following your instructions. I know when to be firm and when to be soft," Lin Fan said.

"The method is correct." Zhou Wenyuan nodded. "However, Xiao Lin, when it comes to auditing the accounts, just scratch the surface. Don't dig too deep; leave yourself a way out."

"I understand," Lin Fan said. "As long as they cooperate with the rectification, I won't investigate further."

"That's right." Zhou Wenyuan took an envelope out of the drawer. "This is for you."

Lin Fan took it; inside was five thousand yuan.

"Brother Zhou, this is..."

"It's a subsidy for clearing the surplus funds," Zhou Wenyuan said. "I discussed it with Section Chief Li, and we'll give your group some subsidies so that your hard work won't be in vain."

"Thank you, Brother Zhou."

"No need to thank me, I deserve it." Zhou Wenyuan glanced at his watch. "Alright, it's almost Mid-Autumn Festival, and you've almost finished your work. You'll start your holiday tomorrow, so take a few days to rest."

"Okay."

The day before the Mid-Autumn Festival, Lin Fan finally finished sending out all the gifts he needed to give.

More than half of the gifts in the garage are gone; the rest are for our own use. We kept a dozen or so boxes of mooncakes, and some cigarettes, alcohol, tea, and candy, in preparation for the holiday.

In the afternoon, he drove to the wholesale market. Wang Juan was busy in her shop, and when she saw him arrive, she greeted him with a smile.

"Are you done with your work?"

"I'm done with work," Lin Fan said. "Tomorrow's a holiday, what are the plans for the shop?"

"Xiao Fang and Xiao Li take turns on duty, one day each," Wang Juan said. "I'll come tomorrow morning and rest in the afternoon."

"Okay, I'll pick you up tomorrow afternoon and we'll have dinner at my house."

"Okay." Wang Juan nodded, took a paper bag from under the counter, and said, "This is for you."

Lin Fan took it; inside was a new gray sweater with fine stitches.

"I picked this out for you; it's getting cold, so you can wear it to keep warm."

Lin Fan felt a warmth in his heart: "Juan'er, you're so good to me."

"You're even better to me," Wang Juan said softly. "Lin Fan, I'm a little nervous about going to your house tomorrow."

"What's there to be nervous about? You've met my parents countless times."

"That's different," Wang Juan said. "We used to be just friends, but now... we're dating."

Lin Fan smiled: "We'll be family sooner or later, so let's get used to it."

After leaving the store, Lin Fan went to the supermarket and bought some snacks. Then he went home to help his mother prepare meals for tomorrow.

Lin Fan's mother was busy in the kitchen when she saw him return. She said, "Xiao Fan, Wang Juan is coming tomorrow. Tidy up your room and make sure it's not a mess."

"My room is quite clean."

"What cleanliness? Books and notebooks are piled up everywhere," the mother said. "Go and tidy up."

Lin Fan had no choice but to go back to his room to tidy up. Actually, his room was quite tidy; his desk, wardrobe, and bed were all spotless. But he still tidied it up again, putting things he didn't use often into the cabinets.

After I finished cleaning up, my father came home from get off work, carrying four fish.

"Dad, where did this fish come from?"

"These are holiday perks from the team," Lin Jianguo said. "Two per person, I got mine, and the team leader also got his."

"The captain is really good to you."

"It's all because of you," Lin Jianguo said. "Xiao Fan, Dad has something to tell you."

"Please speak."

Lin Jianguo put down the fish and looked at his son earnestly: "You're doing well now that you're working for Director Zhou, and I'm happy. But I have to remind you, you can't forget your roots. Director Zhou has been kind to our family, and you have to remember that. Wang Juan is a nice girl, you have to treat her well. And your sister, help her if you can."

"Dad, I remember everything," Lin Fan said. "Don't worry, I know what to do."

"That's good." Lin Jianguo patted his son on the shoulder. "My son has grown up and become sensible."

That night, Lin Fan lay in bed, thinking about his father's words. Yes, he couldn't forget his roots. He had to remember Zhou Wenyuan's guidance, Wang Juan's companionship, and his family's support.

My phone rang. It was a text message from Zhou Wenyuan: "Xiao Lin, the procedures in Hong Kong are complete. Go to the Construction Bank and find President Wang during the first week after National Day to submit the documents."

Lin Fan replied, "Okay, Brother Zhou, thank you."

"No need to thank me, go to bed early, Happy Mid-Autumn Festival."

Happy Mid-Autumn Festival.

Lin Fan put down his phone and looked out the window. The moon was full, hanging brightly in the sky.

Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival. So much has happened this year. But overall, things are moving in a positive direction.

With a stable job, a thriving business, a sweet relationship, and promising investment opportunities, I've found a perfect place to invest.

All of this is thanks to the advantages brought by rebirth, and also to my own hard work.

We must not be arrogant, nor can we slack off. We must take one step at a time and move forward steadily.

This is the path he has to take.

Lost in thought, Lin Fan fell asleep. In his dream, he saw his future self—with a career, a family, and friends, living an ordinary but happy life.

This is enough.