Rebirth of the Aristocratic Tycoon

April 1, 1979

This is a day worthy of commemoration.

Well, at least for William White, it is so.

I truly cannot fathom, could it be that Mr. God himself also observes April Fools' Day?

Otherwise, why would he choose this day?

William White, a second-generation daredevil, inherited a considerable fortune after his parents tragically met their end in a plane crash.

Unfortunately, in his previous life, he was quite reckless. Not only did he squander the family estate, but he also brought harm upon himself in various ways.

Luckily, as his wealth dwindled away, so did his life. Even more fortunate is the fact that he somehow found himself reborn.

Suddenly, his brain began an uncontrollable whirlwind, with copious amounts of information flooding in.

What is happening to me?

Why do I have so many fragments of memories?

No, no, who on earth is this David List? Wasn't he just the lousy author in the adjacent seat?

Right, the airplane.

Heavens, could it be something other than air currents?

This phenomenon is truly supernatural. Could it be that I encountered a wormhole or a space storm?

Based on the contents in my brain, those poor fellows are probably done for.

Ah! Another plane crash? Aircraft in this world are truly absurd.

Thinking of the plane crash, William recalls his parents.

Although he may be a foolish youth, his relationship with his parents was exceptionally good. Especially with his mother, who showered him with utmost affection.

Ah, his mother is a Chinese woman.

Generally speaking, Chinese descendants tend to dote on their children. This is ingrained in the soul and has no relation to nationality.

"Mother, rest assured, I will live well. I will become your pride," William silently murmurs in his heart, tears unknowingly streaming down his face.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Young master, you haven't eaten for a day."

"I know, Foster. I'll come out after taking a shower."

"Very well, young master."

Foster is his old butler, and even his mother holds him in high regard. The old man came to Country A with his grandfather. Officially, he is the butler, but in reality, he is akin to family. He is his grandfather's life-long brother.

Foster also sighs; the young miss has been gone for almost half a year. The young master still hasn't recovered. This can't go on; the family lacks someone in charge. What to do?

William feels somewhat peculiar; his strength seems to have increased, and his mind appears clearer. Could this be the benefit of transmigration?

Hmm, young William also seems to have become stronger. Unfortunately, it doesn't serve much purpose now. It seems like it's been a long time since he went wild.

Changing into casual attire, William leaves his bedroom. Now he is genuinely hungry. Just unsure of what to eat tonight.

"Foster, what delicious options do we have for dinner? I'm quite hungry now."

"Young master, the steak tonight is excellent. Very fresh. The truffle soup is also outstanding."

"Good, Foster, bring me a glass of red wine. I'm almost 19; you can't keep watching over me forever."

"Very well, young master, but just one glass."

"Alright, alright."

Seeing his young master in good spirits, Foster refrains from lecturing. He hopes the young master recovers soon; the family can't continue like this.

William White is still quite distressed. If only he had returned a year earlier, his parents wouldn't have met with an accident. Their vacation plans could have been altered. Truly, he doesn't understand what's so fascinating about pyramids.

Sigh...

The family fortune left behind by his old man is quite substantial. Although not a top-tier tycoon, they are undoubtedly multi-millionaires.

In this era, being a millionaire is already quite impressive. Billionaires are at the pinnacle of the pyramid.

Although his old man had plans, this accident was too sudden. Being robbed by the tax authorities was inevitable. The inheritance tax in the U.S. is quite ruthless; half of the family fortune will be confiscated. Despite using various methods to evade taxes, the industries left by his old man still suffered a significant blow.

The main industries at home are the farm and the oilfield. Either losing the farm or the oilfield is inevitable after paying these taxes.

"Foster, how are the family's industries doing?"

"Young master."

Seeing Foster hesitate to speak, William White can't help but smile bitterly.

"Speak up, Foster; I must shoulder this responsibility. Just tell me directly."

"Very well, young master. Recently, White Petroleum has been consistently suppressed. The stock price is continuously low, seemingly targeted by someone."

"Hmm, how much cash shortfall do we have?"

"Approximately 30 million U.S. dollars."

"I see, Foster. Apply for an extension to pay the inheritance tax. Let's see if there are any changes soon."

"Understood, young master. I'll inform the accountant immediately."

In reality, inheritance tax is an odious levy. It is useless for the affluent class; they have various means to avoid it. However, for William White's situation, it is a considerable trouble. If not handled properly, the family's industries may not be preserved.

In the backdrop of the oil crisis, even though his old man successfully rebounded, he also offended many oil magnates. The recent stock price turmoil is a consequence of this.

William White has no interest in the oil industry. But that doesn't mean others can take advantage of his family.

It seems that making a quick fortune is the proper way. Absolutely cannot be duped by those bastards.

William White remembers very clearly; in his previous life, his family's oil company was sold off at a low price. Stocks worth 200 million U.S. dollars were ultimately sold for just over 50 million.

Oh right, the Hunter family. Didn't they manipulate the silver market and cause a market collapse?

Wait, silver?

Haha! I have a way now; let's see how you deal with it.

Although it's a capitalist country, pursuing profit can be unscrupulous. However, there aren't many like the Hunter family. After all, the relationship between the two families was quite good. Taking advantage to this extent is a bit excessive.

As the heir to a billionaire, the currently accessible funds amount to only a few million. Although quite formidable, it still feels a bit constrained.

U.S. law stipulates that inheritance tax must be paid within nine months. An extension can be requested once, with a duration of six months. Until you pay the tax, these assets have nothing to do with you.

The night on the farm is exceptionally quiet. Looking at the pitch-black night sky, William White feels very lost. This day has been too long for him. It feels like he has lived half a century.

He can't continue staying on the farm; Texas is truly unsuitable for his development. Neither the farm nor the oil industry is to his liking. Taking advantage of the good oil prices in recent years, it's best to deal with it quickly.

Dealing with oil in Country A is truly absurd. This industry is monopolized by a few oligarchs. Others practically have no survival space. Sooner or later, they will be devoured to

the last bit.

The White family is also an old capitalist family, but unfortunately, their lineage is weak. Now it's even more miserable; only a single heir is left. If something were to happen to William again, the White family would declare its end.

It seems that continuing the family legacy can only rely on himself. For the prosperity of the family, it's necessary to have more children. It's truly incomprehensible why his old man and old lady didn't have a few more children. If he had some siblings, managing the family's industries would be much more convenient.On April 1, 1979, a date worth commemorating, or at least so it seemed to William White. I can't fathom it; did Mr. God also observe April Fools' Day? Why else would he choose this day? William White, a second-generation daredevil, inherited a substantial fortune after his parents met an unfortunate end in an air crash.

Regrettably, his past life was too reckless. Not only did he squander the family fortune, but he also inflicted considerable harm upon himself. Fortunately, as his wealth dwindled, so did his life. Even more fortunately, he found himself reborn. Suddenly, his brain began uncontrollably processing vast amounts of information. What's happening to me? Why are there so many memory fragments?

No, no, what's this about a David List? Isn't he the d*mn lousy author from the adjacent seat? Oh right, the plane. Goodness, isn't it air currents?

This phenomenon is truly supernatural. Have I encountered a wormhole or a spatial storm? According to the contents in my brain, those poor guys are probably finished. Another air crash? Aircraft in this world are truly absurd.

Thinking of the air crash, William thought of his parents. Despite being a somewhat foolish youth, his bond with his parents was strong, especially with his mother, a Chinese woman. Generally speaking, Chinese people tend to dote on their children. It's ingrained in the soul, unrelated to nationality.

"Mother, rest assured, I will live well. I will become your pride," William silently murmured in his heart, tears unknowingly streaming down.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Young master, you haven't eaten in a day."

"I know, Fubu, I'll be out after a shower."

"Very well, young master."

Fubu, his old butler, was highly respected, not only by him but even by his mother. The old man came to A Country with his grandfather, more like a relative than a butler. They were life and death brothers.

Fubu sighed; the young miss had been gone for almost half a year. The young master still hadn't recovered. This couldn't continue; the house had no one in charge.

William felt something strange; his strength seemed greater, and his mind clearer. Is this the perk of time travel? Hmm, young William seems stronger too, but unfortunately, it's of no use now. It seems like it's been a long time since I went crazy.

In casual attire, William left his bedroom. Now he was truly hungry. Just don't know what to eat tonight.

"Fubu, what's good for dinner tonight? I'm a bit hungry now."

"Young master, the steak tonight is excellent. Very fresh. The truffle soup is also very good."

"Good, Fubu, bring me a glass of red wine. I'm almost 19; you can't keep babysitting me."

"Alright, young master, but just one glass."

"Fine, fine."

Seeing his young master in a good mood, Fubu didn't lecture. He hoped the young master would recover soon; the house couldn't go on like this.

William White was still quite depressed. If only he had come back a year earlier, his parents wouldn't have met with an accident. The vacation plan could have been altered. Can't understand why the pyramids are so fascinating.

Oh...

The family's foundation left by his old man was still very solid. Although not a top-tier tycoon, it was undoubtedly a billionaire. In this era, a billionaire is equivalent to a 19th-century centibillionaire. Millionaires are already quite impressive; billionaires are at the pinnacle.

Though his old man had plans, this accident was too sudden. Being looted by the tax department was inevitable. The estate tax in the U.S. is ruthless; half of the family assets would be confiscated. Despite using many methods to avoid taxes, the industries left by his old man still suffered a severe blow.

"Fubu, how are the family's industries?"

"Young master."

Seeing Fubu hesitate, William White couldn't help but smile bitterly. "Speak up, Fubu, I must bear this responsibility. Just be straightforward."

"Alright, young master, recently, White Petroleum has been under constant pressure. Stock prices are continuously low, and it seems someone is targeting us."

"Hmm, how much of a cash shortfall do we have?"

"Approximately thirty million dollars."

"I see, Fubu, apply for an extension to pay the estate tax. Let's see if there will be any changes soon."

"Okay, young master. I'll inform the accountant immediately."

Estate tax is truly an odious tax, useless for the affluent class with various means of evasion. However, for William White's situation, it's a big trouble. If not handled properly, the family's industries might not be preserved.

Amid the backdrop of the oil crisis, although his old man successfully rebounded, he also offended many oil magnates. This stock price turmoil was the result of that.

William White wasn't interested in the oil industry, but it doesn't mean others could take advantage of his family. It seems figuring out how to make a quick buck is the priority. Can't let those bastards deceive him.

William White vividly remembered that in his previous life, the family's oil company was sold cheaply. Stocks worth two hundred million dollars were ultimately sold for just over fifty million.

Oh, the Hunter family. Aren't they the ones who speculated on silver and caused a market crash?

Wait a minute, silver?

Haha! I have a way now; let's see how you'll end up. Although it's a capitalistic nation, not many are like the Hunter family. The relationship between the two families was still decent. Sabotaging to this extent was a bit excessive.

As the heir to a billion-dollar fortune, he currently has only a few million in available funds. Although impressive, it still feels a bit constrained.

In A Country, the law stipulates that estate taxes must be paid within nine months. One extension can be applied for, lasting six months. Until the tax is paid, these assets are not his concern.

The night on the farm was very quiet, staring at the pitch-black night sky, William White felt lost. This day seemed too long for him, as if half a century had passed.

He couldn't stay on the farm any longer; Texas wasn't suitable for his development. Neither farming nor oil was his preferred industry. While the oil prices have been good these years, it's better to deal with it quickly.

Dealing with oil in A Country is absurd; it's monopolized by a few oligarchs. Others have no survival space, eventually being consumed entirely.

The White family is also an old capitalist family, but with dwindling members. Now it's even more pitiful, with only one heir left. If something happens to William again, the White family will be declared extinct.

It seems the continuation of the family legacy can only rely on himself. For the prosperity of the family, he needs to have more children. Can't understand why his parents didn't have more children. If he had siblings, managing the family business would be much more convenient.On April 1, 1979, this marked a commemorable day.

Well, at least for William White, it was so.

It's truly perplexing; could even the divine celebrate April Fools' Day?

Otherwise, why choose this particular day?

William White, a second-generation risk-taker, inherited substantial wealth after his parents' tragic demise in an aviation accident.

Regrettably, his previous life was marked by recklessness. Not only did he squander the family fortune, but he also subjected himself to considerable harm.

Fortunately, his financial recklessness led to the depletion of wealth, and his life reached its nadir. Even more fortunately, he miraculously experienced rebirth.

Suddenly, his mind spun out of control as copious amounts of information were fervently implanted.

What's happening to me?

Why are there so many fragmented memories?

No, no, who on earth is this David List? Wasn't he that unfortunate author from the adjacent seat?

Ah, yes, the airplane.

Heavens, could it be anything but an air current?

This phenomenon is truly supernatural. Could it be that I've encountered a wormhole or a space storm?

Based on the contents in his mind, those unfortunate souls were likely doomed.

Alas! Another aviation disaster? The airplanes in this world are truly baffling.

Contemplating the air crash, William recalled his parents.

Although he was a somewhat foolish youth, his bond with his parents was exceptional. Especially with his mother, who showered him with affection.

Yes, his mother was of Chinese descent.

Generally speaking, individuals of Chinese heritage tend to lavish affection on their offspring. It's an ingrained trait, irrespective of nationality.

"Mother, rest assured, I will live well. I will become your pride," William silently murmured in his heart, tears unknowingly streaming down his face.

Thud, thud, thud.

"Young Master, you haven't eaten for a day."

"I know, Fulbo, I'll take a shower and be out."

"Very well, Young Master."

Fulbo, his old steward, was highly respected, not only by William but even by his mother. The old man came to the United States with his grandfather, serving as a steward on the surface but akin to a relative in reality. They shared a bond forged through life and death.

Sighing, Fulbo observed that it had been almost half a year since the Young Master lost his composure. It was untenable to continue this way; the household lacked someone in charge. This was problematic.

William felt something peculiar; his strength seemed to have increased, and his mind appeared clearer. Could this be the perk of traversing?

Well, young William also seemed more robust. Unfortunately, it seemed pointless for now. He hadn't gone wild in what felt like an eternity.

In casual attire, William left his bedroom. Now, he was genuinely hungry, but he wondered what to eat tonight.

"Fulbo, what's on the menu for dinner? I'm a bit hungry now."

"Young Master, the steak tonight is excellent. Very fresh. The truffle soup is also splendid."

"Good, Fulbo, bring me a glass of red wine. I'm almost 19; you can't keep watching over me."

"Very well, Young Master, but only one glass."

"Alright, alright."

Seeing the Young Master in good spirits, Fulbo refrained from lecturing. Hopefully, the Young Master would recover soon; the household couldn't continue like this.

William White remained quite upset. If only he had returned a year earlier, his parents wouldn't have met with that accident. Their vacation plans could have been altered. Truly, what's so appealing about the pyramids?

Sigh...

The family fortune left behind by his father was substantial. Although not a top-tier tycoon, it was a solid billionaire.

In this era, billionaires were equivalent to the hundred billionaires of '19. Millionaires were already quite impressive, and billionaires belonged to the pinnacle of the pyramid.

Although his father had planned ahead, this mishap came unexpectedly. Being robbed by the tax department was inevitable.

The U.S. estate tax was truly harsh, confiscating half of the family's wealth. Despite employing various tax evasion methods, the industry left behind by his father still suffered a significant blow.

The primary assets at home were the farm and oil fields. Either losing the farm or the oil fields spelled doom.

"Fulbo, how are the family's assets holding up?"

"Young Master."

Seeing Fulbo hesitating, William White couldn't help but smile wryly.

"Speak up, Fulbo, I must bear this responsibility. Just be straightforward."

"Very well, Young Master. Recently, Whitestone Petroleum has been constantly suppressed. The stock price remains low, and it seems someone has targeted us."

"Well, how much cash shortfall do we have approximately?"

"We're short about thirty million dollars."

"I understand, Fulbo. Apply for an extension to pay the estate tax. Let's see if there will be any changes soon."

"Alright, Young Master. I'll inform the accountant immediately."

Estate tax was, in fact, a malicious tax, irrelevant to the affluent class as they had various means of circumvention. However, for someone in William White's situation, it was a significant trouble. Mishandling it would jeopardize the family's assets.

Against the backdrop of the oil crisis, although his father had successfully rebounded, he had also offended several oil magnates. The current stock price turmoil was a result of this.

William White had no interest in the oil industry. However, that didn't mean others could take advantage of his family.

It seemed that the proper way was to amass wealth quickly, ensuring he wouldn't be deceived by those scoundrels.

William White vividly remembered that in his previous life, his family's oil company was sold at a low price. Stocks worth two hundred million dollars were ultimately sold for just over fifty million.

Oh, it was the Hunter family, his family's oil field ending up with them.

Hunter? Weren't those scoundrels involved in the silver crash?

Wait, silver?

Haha! I have a plan; let's see how they end up!

Although it's a capitalist nation where the pursuit of profit knows no bounds, there aren't many like the Hunter family. After all, the relationship between the two families was somewhat decent. This level of mercilessness was a bit excessive.

As an heir with billions in assets, the current funds at his disposal were only a few million. Although impressive, it still seemed somewhat stifling.

U.S. law stipulates that estate tax must be paid within nine months. An extension can be requested once. The time granted is six months, and until you pay the tax, these assets have nothing to do with you.

The night on the farm was exceptionally quiet, gazing at the pitch-black night sky, William White felt lost. This day felt incredibly long, as if half a century had passed.

He couldn't continue staying on the farm; Texas wasn't suitable for his development. Neither farming nor oil was his preferred industry. Seize the opportunity while oil prices are good these years; it's better to dispose of it quickly.

Engaging in oil in the U.S. is genuinely absurd. It's monopolized by a small number of oligarchs. Others practically have no survival space. Sooner or later, they'll be left with nothing.

The White family

The farm is not conducive to indulging in leisurely repose; the cacophony of various avian species is downright maddening. It's truly perplexing why such diminutive creatures would produce such resounding clamor.

Contemplating the lion-dog motif in the mirror, William finds himself truly at a loss for words. He can't fathom why he is drawn to this unconventional style.

Well, actually, he's overthinking it. The crew cut is the current vogue, not only in Country A but also in the Far East and Fragrant Harbor. Frogs with bowl cuts are ubiquitous.

"Foster, make the arrangements; I am going to alter my hairstyle later."

"All right, young master, I'll promptly inform Mr. Smith."

William White's breakfast is a harmonious blend of Eastern and Western cuisines. It features his favored Xiao Long Bao alongside pan-fried bacon and scrambled eggs. Coffee and black tea are also readily available.