Profit and Power:The rebirth of a tycoon
Born and bred in wealth, I was a capitalist through and through. Raised in a family of business titans, I knew only one way to live—on top. Deals, mergers, profits—power was my currency, and I spent it well. But then, an accident ripped everything away, and when I opened my eyes… I wasn’t me anymore.
I woke up in some backward village in the 1980s, trapped in the body of a girl with no status, no money, and—worst of all—no power. Here, women are expected to cook, clean, and bow to men like obedient little dolls. Get married? No way. Raise kids? Kids are annoying. The law says women should stay home? Fuck the law. The emperor says a woman’s place is in the kitchen? The emperor should die.
But just as I’m ready to tear this world apart with my bare hands, a voice rings in my head. [Tycoon System Activated.]
Fine. If this world wants me to start from scratch, I’ll start from scratch. But I’ll do it my way. I’ll build an empire bigger than before, I’ll drown these outdated traditions in money, and I’ll make damn sure no one ever tells me what I can or cannot do.
They think a woman can’t rule? Watch me.