Reborn as an American Tycoon

April 1, 1979

This is a day worth remembering.

Well, at least it is for William White.

He couldn’t quite wrap his head around it—did the Lord Himself celebrate April Fool’s Day? Otherwise, why choose this day?

William White was the classic reckless rich kid, who, after losing his parents in a plane crash, inherited a sizable fortune.

Regrettably, his past self had been prodigiously self-destructive. Not only did he squander everything his family owned, but he also left himself broken in body and spirit.

Fortunately, the money was gone, and his life had run its course. Even more fortunate, he was given a second chance at life.

All at once, his mind raced uncontrollably, a torrent of information flooding in.

What’s happening to me?

Why are there so many fragments of memory?

Wait—who is this David Lester? Isn’t he just the failed author sitting in the next seat?

Right, the plane.

Dear God, was it not turbulence this time?

This was all so inexplicable—had he fallen into a wormhole or some sort of spatial storm?

Judging from the contents now flooding his mind, those poor souls were surely doomed.

Another plane crash? The aircraft in this world really were absurdly unreliable.

Thinking of the crash brought his parents to mind.

Though he was a bit of a fool, William had always been close to his parents. His mother, in particular, had doted on him endlessly.

Yes, his mother was of Chinese descent.

Typically, Chinese mothers tended to spoil their children—that was som