You wake in Los Angeles in June 1929 inside the body of a young factory worker: poor, underfed, underestimated, and invisible to the men who believe they own the future.
But you remember what they do not.
The market will break. Paper fortunes will vanish. Debt will remain.
While factory owners boast about leverage, brokers laugh at your short positions, and society treats you like another dirty laborer, you prepare. You pawn what little you own, open risky accounts, hold through hunger and humiliation, and wait for the collapse everyone else refuses to see.
When the crash comes, the men who mocked you need cash. You have it. And you know exactly which debts to buy.
