Super Rich: Rebirth of the Top-Tier Rich Second Generation

Late that night, Jiang Yan returned to his rented room like a walking corpse.

The elderly father was still slumped over the table waiting for him. Hearing the door open, the old man suddenly woke up and quickly got up to go to the kitchen to bring out the dishes.

"Son, you're back? You must be exhausted today. Dad made you some pork ribs, eat them while they're hot..."

Looking at his father's full head of white hair and his concerned expression, Jiang Yan could no longer hold back his tears.

"Son, what's wrong? Are you having trouble at work?" The old man keenly noticed that something was wrong with Jiang Yan, and his eyes were full of worry.

Jiang Yan took a deep breath, forced a smile that looked worse than a grimace, and turned away to wipe his face haphazardly.

"It's nothing, Dad. It's just that the sand got in my eyes. Work is going well. My boss... my boss even praised me today."

That night, for the first time ever, Jiang Yan didn't think about any code or data.

He walked alone to the cramped balcony, which was less than two square meters in size, lit a cigarette, and stood there for half the night in the biting cold wind of Beijing.

He did consider resisting; he did consider taking evidence and filing a formal complaint with higher authorities.

However, he knew all too well this cutthroat world.

The director himself was a standing member of the National Academic Committee and had extensive connections, while Zhou Wenchang, who replaced him, had an even more powerful figure in the research department with connections to the highest levels.

Who is Jiang Yan? Just a Tsinghua University master's graduate with no background or connections.

Compared to this vast and tightly knit interest group, he was at most a slightly larger ant, and that was only because he came from China's top university; otherwise, he wouldn't even be considered an ant.

If he dares to overturn the table, he will be utterly disgraced and completely blacklisted by the entire Chinese scientific research community, without even waiting for the sun to rise tomorrow.

He will not only lose his current job, the only one that can support his family, but he will also have to bear huge penalties for breach of contract and mortgage payments.

What will he use to support his father in his old age? How will he survive in this cold city?

People of low status have little influence.

These four words, like a five-fingered mountain, completely crushed his spine.

He could only swallow the stench of blood and grime, shoving his broken teeth and blood down his throat.

After that, Jiang Yan seemed to become a different person.

He no longer sought any honors, but simply worked frantically like a soulless machine.

Three months later.

To keep his job and catch up on another non-core project, Jiang Yan has been working for four consecutive days and nights without sleep.

The intense mental work and long-term extreme repression had already taken a toll on his young but already broken body.

Five o'clock in the morning on the fifth day.

The laboratory lights were dim and had a yellowish tint.

Jiang Yan was holding the mouse, ready to click to save the last data file.

Suddenly, a sharp, agonizing pain exploded in my chest and spread throughout my entire body.

It was a piercing pain, as if an iron hand covered in barbs was gripping his heart and tearing it apart.

The computer screen that was once clear instantly turned into a blurry, static-filled mess.

"Uh..." Jiang Yan clutched his chest, trying to shout, but only a hissing sound came out of his throat.

In the second before his consciousness plunged into endless darkness, he vaguely saw a blinding white light and heard a mechanical, emotionless voice.

[Ding! Strong resentment towards the host detected. The God-level Influence System has been activated and is in the process of soul binding and spacetime jump...]

It was an incredibly long dream, filled with a feeling of weightlessness and the excruciating pain of time and space being torn apart.

When Jiang Yan suddenly opened his eyes again and greedily inhaled the fresh air, he instinctively reached out his hands to grab the clothes in front of his chest.

There was no piercing pain, and no suffocating smell of disinfectant.

He sat up in terror, panting heavily, his whole body drenched in sweat.

The sight before his eyes caused his heart, which had been pounding violently with fear, to stop for three seconds.

This is not the small two-bedroom apartment he bought with a three million loan, nor is it the research institute filled with all sorts of reagents.

He was lying on a top-of-the-line custom-made bed that was three meters wide and so soft it felt like he was sinking into the clouds.

She was covered with a thin, hand-sewn silk quilt that had an excellent feel.

Sunlight streams into the room through huge floor-to-ceiling windows, outside which lies a neatly manicured private garden and an outdoor swimming pool shimmering in the sunlight.

The air in the room was filled with a very faint yet calming scent of top-grade sandalwood.

Just as Jiang Yan's mind went blank and he wondered if he had gone to heaven after death, a massive torrent of memories, so vast it made him dizzy, surged into his mind without warning.

After the intense throbbing pain subsided, Jiang Yan's pupils slowly focused, and the shock in his eyes was gradually replaced by an unbelievable ecstasy.

He is reborn!

He went back ten years, back to the summer when he had just turned eighteen and had just finished the college entrance examination!

But what truly shocked him and made his blood boil was not the return to his youth, but the terrifying identity that the system had reshaped for him in this life!

In this life, he is still called Jiang Yan, but his family background has undergone a dramatic and magical reversal!

That disabled mother who spent most of her life in a wheelchair and meticulously calculated every penny for her medical expenses.

In this life, he is actually the chairman of Dingsheng Capital, a top investment bank in China, controlling a massive financial empire worth trillions!

The father who used to be a construction worker who was as happy as a child for earning an extra thirty yuan in his previous life is now the powerful second-in-command of Jiangsu Province and a high-ranking official!

And this is just the tip of the iceberg.

His grandfather was one of the most powerful and influential vice-ministers in China!

His maternal grandfather was a top real estate tycoon in Hong Kong whose every move could trigger a financial tsunami!

The place he was in was the most luxurious affluent area of ​​Beihe Province – Sandalwood Villa No. 7 Courtyard.

This is a top-tier luxury detached villa with a floor area of ​​over 1,000 square meters. The value of this property alone is enough for him to live in even if he worked his whole life in his previous life!

Jiang Yan sat on the three-meter-wide bed, stunned for a full five minutes.

Then he slapped himself hard across the face.

"hiss--"

The crisp sound of the slap and the burning pain clearly told him: this was not a dream!

The poverty, illness, barriers to connections, and class divide that crushed him in his previous life have all been reversed in this life, becoming his most powerful trump cards!

This stark contrast—rising from hell to the highest heavens in an instant—made Jiang Yan's heart, which had seemingly died, begin to beat wildly again.

Jiang Yan threw off the expensive silk quilt covering him and stepped barefoot onto the bedroom floor, which was covered with a thick Persian carpet.

He walked up to the huge full-length dressing mirror that took up almost half the wall.

The mirror reflected a tall, upright young man who was over 185 cm tall.

His features were as if they had been meticulously sculpted by a top craftsman: sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes, a high nose bridge, and a naturally subtle, arrogant curve at the corners of his lips.

Most importantly, he has a strong presence. Although he is only eighteen years old, his eyes have lost some of their frivolity and immaturity because he has absorbed memories from his previous life.

Not only is he strikingly handsome, but he also possesses a captivating charm that makes him impossible to ignore.

Compared to his previous life as a bald, overweight, and sallow-faced research dog, he is now as perfect as a masterpiece of the Creator.

"It's good to be alive."

"It's better to live with money and power."

Jiang Yan looked at himself in the mirror and gave a bright smile.

He casually pulled a fine silk robe from the wardrobe and draped it over himself. He then pushed open the heavy, carved wooden door of the bedroom and walked down the expensive spiral staircase.

The villa's first floor has a ceiling height of twelve meters, with a huge Swarovski crystal chandelier hanging from the dome, refracting a dazzling light.

The floor-to-ceiling windows that cover the entire wall offer a panoramic view of the private garden and swimming pool outside.

Upon hearing footsteps on the stairs, the three women who were busy with their own tasks in the spacious living room on the first floor immediately stopped what they were doing.

"Young Master, you're awake." The three aunties bowed slightly respectfully as they greeted him, their attitude impeccable.