Rebirth: My Dear Little Wife Is So Scheming - Chapter 794: Change of Personnel

“It’s not a lie, my family is really an ordinary family, I really don’t know any big people”

As a sophomore in high school, Chen Chu really didn’t feel that he was special, an ordinary family, an ordinary student.

Until a rich man in this city donated 10 million yuan to the school to install air conditioners for the whole school, build teaching buildings and sports fields.

In front of the teachers and students of the whole school, the rich man put his arms around his shoulders affectionately, and the leaders, teachers and students of the school were all surprised.

Chen Churen was dumbfounded: “Listen to my explanation, my family is really an ordinary family, and I really don’t know the richest people in this city!”

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The city leaders came to the school for inspection, patted him on the shoulder kindly, asked him about his studies and how his campus life was, and invited him to visit him.

Looking at the strange eyes of all the school leaders, teachers and classmates who said “you are just an ordinary family”.

Chen Chu was numb: “I’m not lying, my family is really an ordinary family, how can I know the city leaders!”

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Qi Le – gender: male, sexual interest: women – suffered from congenital heart disease and died early. However, God played a small trick on him and placed his soul inside the body of a trashy shou.

I am Racist.…I mean, my name is Racis T.I was a stand-up comedian. The flop kind. The type who only got laughs when someone else was roasting him.One night, I was doing a gig at a shady, run-down bar—the kind where tattooed bikers drink motor oil for breakfast. I went in with my usual dark humor, but my jokes were getting the same reaction as my dating profile: complete silence.That didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was already starving to death. So I did what any committed comedian would—I went darker.Turns out, one of my jokes (or all of them?) triggered a guy so hard that he pulled a trigger. Headshot. Instant death.But hey, look at this: A guy got triggered, so he pulled the trigger. That’s wordplay. But who cares? I’m dead anyway.All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing, and maybe a few girls swooning over my wit. I never cared about money. The millions I’d have made would have gone to charity—specifically, 0.001% of it. See? I’m generous like that.Anyway, death is death. My story should’ve ended there.But… if there is an afterlife, I had a simple wish: become a successful comedian, find a loving wife, and have just enough money to afford three meals a day… and maybe a humble little private yacht. Or a jet. But that’s it. Because, like I said, I don’t care about money.Unfortunately, wishes don’t work that way.Because, well—there was an afterlife.And it was absolutely not what I wished for.

On the brink of destruction, I regained consciousness and found myself back in the past, 20 years ago. In order to have a peaceful retirement, I must prevent the impending doom.