The life of Wall Street's most legendary short.

During the Battle of Los Angeles, illegal immigrant Chen Ping died unexpectedly.

With deep resentment, Chen Ping was reborn in America in 1891 and possessed the body of a 14-year-old white boy named Larry Livingston.

His lack of historical knowledge in his previous life and this premature rebirth left him completely unable to seize the opportunities of the times.

But he always felt that he was extraordinary and that he should be a legend.

A voice told him:

Go to Wall Street, that is your battlefield...

38 years later, in 1929, Larry Livingston became a legendary trader feared by Wall Street. He single-handedly planned the U.S. stock market crash and the economic crisis that swept the world!

Everyone who went bankrupt because of Livingston cursed him to go to hell.

But Livingston said,

"Hell? I am the devil who returned from hell. I am the ghost that roams over the capitalist world! Tonight, I want to hear the sound of kneecaps cracking all over Wall Street!"

(Rebirth + endless war in the financial market + a little disturbance of history = the life of a legendary Wall Street short)

(By the way, this article should probably be placed in the [Fan Fiction] category)

Chen Xing, who was arguing with netizens, was stunned. Good news: He'd transmigrated! Bad news: He'd transmigrated to Tsarist Russia! Damn it! I'll test whether this netizen's claim of Russia being able to dominate Europe is true! Good news: I'm the heir to the throne! Bad news: Seems like I can't win... Chen Xing plans to prioritize technology. Bad news: Chen Xing is a complete novice; he doesn't know how to develop technology. Good news: The wife sent by Prussia seems quite capable. ---------- Pure transmigration without a system. Relying on his knowledge of European history and advanced technology, he builds a powerful nation and dominates Europe. This is the eve of the Industrial Revolution, the eve of a war-torn era in Europe. Watch the protagonist pave his way to the end, leaving others with no path to follow.