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After his rebirth, Xiao Jiba stood before the prison bars. His gaze pierced through the cold iron grating, looking out at the sky beyond.
His thoughts felt utterly disordered; just yesterday he had been indulging in a life of excess, and today he found himself confined to a small room, every action restricted. The sudden shift was difficult for Xiao Jiba to adapt to.
Life in prison was a silent torment for him. Initially, he sank into deep despair, unable to extricate himself from it. He harbored resentment towards Duan Xia for abandoning him since childhood, loathed Liu Ru Yan for making him a father unexpectedly, and felt anger towards Chen Yu for not taking the fall himself and leaving him to rot in jail.
At one point, he even contemplated feigning madness to escape during a medical parole. However, after careful consideration, he abandoned that idea. If he attempted to break out and got caught, it would only extend his sentence. He wanted to leave prison and never return.
In the endless darkness, he gradually found a glimmer of hope. He began to actively participate in rehabilitation programs within the prison, becoming obedient and often helping his fellow inmates. His facade was well-crafted, leading the guards to view him in a new light. He earned their recognition and thus gained the opportunity for a reduced sentence.
Xiao Jiba's efforts were not in vain; he was finally released early. Standing at the prison gate, he took a deep breath of free air.
Having been reborn, he understood the trends of the economy and had firmly grasped several rare entrepreneurial opportunities. He believed that as long as he seized these chances, he could turn his life around.
Filled with anticipation and confidence about his future, he returned home only to find the door tightly shut and an eerie silence enveloping the place. To his shock, the door had been splashed with red paint, bearing the words "Debts must be repaid," along with a chilling word: "Death."
Outside the door lay a wreath adorned with insulting and cursed phrases.
Upon entering the house, he was met with disarray; there was no sign of his father. When he called his father's phone, it showed as disconnected. After inquiring with neighbors, he learned that his father had gone bankrupt and was driven to desperation by creditors—he had jumped from a building last summer.
Stunned by this dreadful news, Xiao Jiba collapsed onto the floor. No wonder his father hadn’t visited him in prison for so long. Even upon his release, there had been no one there to greet him; it turned out his father had already taken his own life.
Xiao Jiba's nature was inherently cold; he felt a fleeting sadness over his father's death before being overtaken by a sense of frustration.
According to his memories from his previous life, a global pandemic was set to break out by the end of this year. He had originally planned to use the advantage of his rebirth to persuade Xiao's father to stockpile epidemic prevention supplies, which would surely lead to a significant fortune.
However, just as he was released from prison, he received the news of his father's death. What a mess this was!
To his surprise, Chen Yu had just registered a new company focused on producing medical supplies. Xiao Jiba realized something: Chen Yu was also a reborn individual and had reincarnated earlier than him. No wonder he refused to take the blame for him twice.
Seeing the person he despised most about to profit from the very idea he had conceived was more painful than killing him. Chen Yu's main business was in the restaurant industry, and in Xiao Jiba's eyes, it was about to enter three years of recession, leading to devastating losses. Meanwhile, by hoarding medical supplies and making a fortune, he could take advantage of Chen Yu's misfortune and acquire his assets at a low price.
Once the global pandemic ended, the restaurant industry would flourish again. Lying on his bed, Xiao Jiba stared at the mottled ceiling and envisioned a bright future ahead, certain that he would become a new business tycoon.
Just as Xiao Jiba was lost in his daydreams about the future, there came a knock at the door. He thought it might be relatives or friends who had come to visit him after his release, so he hurried to open it.
To his shock, several menacing figures stood at the entrance. Xiao Jiba froze, realizing that these visitors were not friendly. His instincts kicked in; just as he attempted to shut the door, it was too late. The debt collectors pushed their way inside.
"Xiao Jiba, right? I heard you just got out of prison. Your father's debts are now your responsibility," one of the lead collectors said menacingly, a cold smirk on his lips.
Xiao Jiba clenched his fists, struggling to contain his anger and humiliation. "What does that have to do with me? You forced my father to death; go collect from him!"
"Hmph! A father's debt must be repaid by the son—do you understand?" another man said as he stepped forward and kicked at Xiao Jiba.
Xiao Jiba stumbled back against the wall. Just as he steadied himself, he felt a flurry of punches and kicks raining down on him.
Xiao Jiba swung his fists and fought back, but unfortunately, two fists were no match for four hands.
"Quickly sell the house and pay back the money," the debt collectors demanded. Exhausted from their efforts, they left, cursing under their breath.
Xiao Jiba collapsed onto the ground, his body aching all over. He looked up at the ceiling, filled with helplessness and despair. Gritting his teeth against the pain, he stood up, determined to borrow money from his relatives to start a business.
However, reality was even harsher than he had imagined. He first went to his uncle's house, but when his uncle saw him, he immediately shut the door. No matter how hard Xiao Jiba knocked, his uncle refused to open it.
With no choice, Xiao Jiba left and went to his younger uncle's house. This time, his younger uncle didn’t hide from him, but as soon as he heard that Xiao Jiba wanted to borrow money for a business venture, he shook his head repeatedly. He bluntly told Xiao Jiba that after serving two prison sentences, no one would dare to trust him; he should just settle down.
Wasn’t the lesson from his father painful enough? Xiao Jiba felt as if his heart had dropped into an abyss. He visited several relatives in succession, but all were met with closed doors. Some even hid far away, afraid of being dragged into trouble.
As dusk fell, Xiao Jiba dragged his battered body home in exhaustion. Lying in bed, he tossed and turned, staring out at the night sky with a belly full of anger.
When Xiao Ba was thriving in business, relatives had come to him with all sorts of excuses for borrowing money—children unable to pay tuition fees, medical expenses they couldn’t afford, or needing funds for weddings and houses. They had borrowed money from him without hesitation.
Yet none of them had paid him back; now that Xiao Ba was dead, they all denied ever owing him anything. Thinking back to before his rebirth when these people surrounded him with flattery made Xiao Jiba feel disgusted by their hypocrisy.
He gritted his teeth in anger. "Once I make big money, I won’t even look at you."
Xiao Jiba quietly sold the house and felt a sense of gratitude towards Xiao Ba for his wise decision years ago to register the property in his name. After receiving the money, he found a place to hide. He rented a large warehouse in the suburbs, preparing to stockpile medical supplies in anticipation of the impending outbreak.
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