In my past life, my family's demolition compensation funds were sucked dry by relatives, my parents exhausted their health, and I spent ten years drifting on the streets. Reborn back to 2013 before the demolition, the first thing I did was not buy a house, nor buy a lottery ticket, but lay out every single debt my father lent out over the years right in front of him. My eldest uncle came over to fish for demolition news, and as soon as my father started mentioning borrowing money, the other party slapped his thigh and shouted, 'Thirty thousand? What a joke,' leaving behind a parting shot, 'A toad wanting to eat swan meat.' My uncle was burdened by gambling debts and kept a mistress, hanging up after three rings. My father hit walls everywhere he went, his complexion turning grayer by the day. What I want is precisely this.