“Damn it, I have never stolen or robbed me. How could a thunder strike me from the 21st century to this ghost dynasty?” Zheng Yuan mumbles, but it turns out that Zheng Yuan’s body is still there, and his soul has long been Tao Dai Li Jian. Instead, he has become a white-collar company from the 21st century. Fortunately, the memory of Zheng Yuan is still there, which makes Zheng Yuan depressed for some days: is he now, Zheng Yuan or the 21st century company white-collar Yangyuan? Or is it like Zhuang Zhou dreaming of butterflies that he is Zheng Yuan and Zheng Yuan is him? After thinking about these days, he finally couldn’t think about it. He decided to be lazy. Anyway, he became a new company. What’s more, he was a rich second generation. He didn’t worry about food and clothes, which was in line with his original laziness. It’s a pity that his parents can only rely on his younger sister to support his old age. When he thinks of his parents hundreds of years later, he can’t help but sigh with sadness.