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From Scumbag to the Richest Man

From Scumbag to the Richest Man

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Introducción
The richest man died and was transferred to the scumbag Yang Dong. He was short of money. His wife was pregnant for six months. The pressure of rent, the baby that was about to be born, the rejection of his colleagues, and the difficulties of his superiors, he defeated one opponent after another. Some of these opponents were people, some were powerful, some were even... God. In the face of all kinds of difficulties, the former richest man, and the current jerk, what should he do? Should he follow the trend, be mediocre, or fight back in desperation? Should he change his life? But now... he had to get enough rent first.
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Yang Dong slowly opened his eyes in a run-down Internet bar in a village in the city of Riverside City.

He was sitting in a corner. Because of the poor ventilation in the Internet bar, the whole space was filled with a layer of smoke.

"Hmm?"

Yang Dong was a little surprised.

He looked at his hands.

His nails were covered with mud, his left index finger and middle finger were covered with traces of smoke and yellow, and his right wrist bones were covered with a layer of calluses.

All kinds of signs showed that he was a bad young man who had sneaked into the Internet bar.

However, Yang Dong was pleasantly surprised.

"No, no old spots, no, I..." Yang Dong was extremely excited.

At this moment, his cell phone rang.

Yang Dong touched his trouser pocket and took out a broken mobile phone covered with spider webs.

"Hello!" Yang Dong was interrupted by a cold voice on the phone when he was about to say hello.

"Yang Dong, when you come back, buy me a bag of rice. I want the cheapest one."

It was a woman's voice. Yang Dong could only tell that she was not very old, only about twenty-three or twenty-four years old.

Thinking of this, Yang Dong quickly stood up and looked at the wardrobe in the Internet bar.

The person who appeared in the mirror was a thin young man, about 30 years old. The beard on his face had not been repaired for a long time. His eyes were dark and dull, and his clothes even gave off a sour smell.

"How did I become like this?" Looking at his image, Yang Dong couldn't accept it for a moment.

At that time, he was the richest man in the world. Although he died of lung cancer in the end, he had always been known for his image.

He had figured it out that he should have time-travel, and he was another person who had traveled to the parallel world. First of all, he had to figure out the pattern of this world.

With his brain, as long as there was not much difference between this world and the previous one, it wouldn't take long for him to become successful. But he must quit smoking, at least he could live past eighty years.

In that world, his teacher told him that as long as he lived past the age of eighty, he would have a great surprise.

Unfortunately, he finally passed away before the 80th birthday. He was only one step away.

"Yang Dong, whether you will listen or not, I'll hang up first. Because I don't have money to pay for it. If you don't buy rice tonight, just wait for me and my child to starve to death!"

On the other end of the phone, the woman's voice was very flat. She did not roar, nor did she cry. Her faint tone revealed a kind of dull despair.

Yang Dong had lived for at least 80 years. He could feel how disappointed the woman on the other end of the phone was.

"Am I not doing well in this world?"

But it didn't matter. Since he had been reborn, he could naturally change the current situation!

Thinking of this, Yang Dong touched his wallet.

There were only 30 yuan left in the wallet.

He quickly walked out of the Internet bar, spent 12 yuan in the supermarket downstairs, and bought five kilograms of the cheapest rice.

After buying the rice, Yang Dong was stunned.

Because he didn't know where his home was. As soon as he arrived in this world, he had to explore everything.

Therefore, Yang Dong had to call that woman.

"Hey! Well, where is our house? I bought rice." Yang Dong asked.

The other end of the phone was silent for two seconds, and the woman's voice sounded again.

"Yang Dong, if you don't want to come back, don't want this home, don't want children, just say it. I won't drag you down," the woman said flatly.

"But..." Yang Dong was about to say something when the phone was hung up.

He had no choice but to look for his mobile phone's contact list, hoping to find some clues from it. At least he could go home first.

He typed the word "father" into his contact list. To his surprise, there was no father's phone number in his contact list.

Then he added the word "mother", which was the same.

From this, it could be seen that he was not an orphan. Maybe because of some special reasons, his parents no longer contacted him.

Yang Dong rummaged through the notes on the contact list. Most of them were phone numbers, as well as phone numbers for takeout, or game notes, such as Hou Yi, Lu Ban, and Han Xin.

It didn't matter. He first found a person who talked to him the most. It was a number that was marked as vault by him.

Yang Dong directly called him.

The phone rang for a long time, but the other party did not speak first.

"Hey!" Yang Dong said. He was not sure about the identity of the other party, so he decided to test it out first.

"Hey! Say it!" The voice on the other end of the phone was a little dull, as if it wanted to keep a distance from him. It was the voice of a young man.

"Where is my home? Can you tell me?" Yang Dong asked awkwardly.

After a brief silence, the voice on the other end of the phone continued to ring.

"Dong, we've been brothers for so many years. If we don't have money, it'll take some time. But it's a little unreasonable for you to lose your memory." After that, the man hung up the phone.

It seemed that this man named Yang Dong was really a scum! He didn't return the money, and his wife was starving. It was so miserable!

Yang Dong sighed. He always had his own way to find home.

Half an hour later, Yang Dong was taken home by two policemen.

The one who opened the door was a beautiful woman, but she had a big belly and was pregnant for at least six months.

Her hair was a little messy, and her clothes were washed white.

The furniture in the room was very simple. There was a bed, a computer table, and no living room. It was just a small single room. Fortunately, there was an independent bathroom.

The woman sent the police away and went back to the balcony to wash clothes. She did not say a word to Yang Dong.

The ground was dragged clean by her. There were a few holes in the bed sheet, which should have been burned by the cigarette butt.

"Honey!" Yang Dong called the woman subconsciously.

He didn't even know the woman's name.

The woman looked back at Yang Dong and continued to rub her clothes.

Every time she rubbed her waist, she would hold it with her hands.

It was not good to have a big stomach to wash clothes, and the pressure on the waist was too great.

Yang Dong hurried over and held her arm.

"Dear, I'll take a shower. You can sit on the bed," Yang Dong said.

The woman looked at Yang Dong strangely and then became dull again.

"Do you have no money? Do you want to take money from me to make up your skin?" the woman asked coldly.

"skin? No, no, no, no, I won't. I'll wash it. You can lie on the bed." Yang Dong forced the woman to the bed.

And he was washing his clothes clumsily on the balcony. There was no washing machine.

There was a small platform on the balcony. Below the platform was a gas stove, on which was a test board, and in the pot was boiling porridge.

Yang Dong looked around the balcony again and found that there was not even a piece of meat, a steamed bun, or a bag of squeezed vegetables.

How did this woman survive?

At this time, the woman walked to the balcony again, looking like she was going to work.

"Dear, sit down. I'll take care of the rest," Yang Dong said with shame.

In any case, he had been reborn in this world. He had to make up for the other sin he had committed.

Moreover, this woman could be with "he" under such conditions, which made him, the richest man in the world, respect her from the bottom of his heart.

This was something that he had never dared to think about in his previous life.

"Help? What can you do for me? Yang Dong, we've been married for three years. Three years! Have you ever done anything that pleases me? It's either a game, a nightclub, or a night stand. The 30,000 yuan I've worked so hard to earn has all been destroyed by you. If you are a man, you should find a decent job. Even if you are a cleaner, you can only live on your hands. It doesn't matter if I suffer, but what about your children?"

The woman's mood finally broke out.

Yang Dong was ashamed at first, but his eyes slowly became firm.

He grabbed the woman's hand.

"Dear, don't worry. The former Yang Dong is dead, and now the current Yang Dong will fulfill his responsibility as a husband. Take good care of you and wait for me." Yang Dong stared at the woman and said word by word.