It was the first day of the Lunar New Year in 2020.
In Wen City, on an unnamed burial mountain, the chill of winter was particularly biting.
The freezing rain had just passed, and the air carried a cold breath, as if to solidify space.
Tree branches were laden with frost, and on the grassy area near the tombstones, the bitter cold wind had killed all the grass shoots, leaving only a few dry, withered stubs, drooping sadly like sorrowful corpses.
At this moment, the sky was Gray , covered by dark clouds, as if the entire world had fallen into gloom.
At the top of the mountain, in front of a row of ice-covered tombstones, a man around fifty years old knelt, undeterred by the harsh wind.
His right hand held a family photo, and the middle three fingers had noticeable scars from being severed by something.
His left hand held a bottle of Erguotou, which he drank while muttering something expressionlessly.
"Mother-in-law, you passed away the year before last, and this year, before the New Year even ended, Father-in-law also left.
It's good that you're gone; I know you suffered greatly these past years, often washing your faces with tears."
On the portraits of the two elders' tombstones, several strings of glistening frost hung, as if they were frozen tears, solidified in the cold environment.
He glanced at the portraits, his emotions stirred, and continued to murmur:
"Last night, the great revenge was avenged. Perhaps, I will soon join you.
My parents also lived to be over seventy, and I have fulfilled my filial duty, so there's nothing left for me to long for."
"If there's any regret, I only regret that I didn't take good care of my wife and daughter back then!"
Fang Bai became more agitated with each word, and tears involuntarily slid onto the family photo. He wiped them with his right hand, only to find more tears falling.
In the photo, besides him standing in the middle, there was a four-year-old adorable girl holding a rag doll and a beautiful woman in a large swing dress. The family of three had smiles on their faces, seemingly capable of melting everything.
Recalling these two people who often haunted his thoughts, Fang Bai's heart was as painful as if it had been cut by a sharp knife.
In October 2001, his five-year-old daughter was hit by a car in front of her kindergarten, run over twice, and died instantly.
Both families were plunged into extreme grief upon hearing the news. His wife wanted to seek justice but also had to endure the whispers and pointing fingers of those around her, who claimed she hadn't looked after her child and wanted to extort money. Eventually, her mental state collapsed, and after a few days of depression, she committed suicide by jumping into a river.
At that time, the continuous loss of his closest relatives left Fang Bai so heartbroken and choked up that he couldn't even cry. His soul felt drained, his body merely an empty shell. Every day, he presented an expressionless face to people, and many mocked him behind his back: "That kind of person, oh, always running business outside, he's become a multi-faceted person, no human warmth. His wife and child died, and you didn't see him shed a single tear."
"His wife dressed so beautifully, but his child wasn't educated well. No matter how much money he made, it was useless. Maybe the money he earned wasn't clean; it's karmic retribution."
At that time, Fang Bai wanted to tear apart these gossiping people.
But he wanted to kill the driver even more!
However, the hit-and-run driver had fled, and despite reporting it, his family was helpless; for various reasons, he couldn't be found.
There weren't many witnesses on site. By the time Fang Bai learned of the accident, rushed back from out of town, and started investigating, offering a hefty reward to some witnesses, he finally learned it was a blue five-series BMW, suspected to be driven by a drunk driver, who had fled after running over his daughter a second time.
In the years that followed, Fang Bai spent a great deal of effort investigating and finally found the culprit: Song Jian, the eldest son of Star City Group.
No wonder the police report was useless; Star City Group was powerful and wealthy in Wen City, ranking among the top.
This family was also not good people; they had harmed many.
For many years thereafter, Fang Bai never found an opportunity to act, and Song Jian also reached middle age.
Unexpectedly, Heaven had eyes. During a special period, on New Year's Eve last night, a family of three generations could only stay at home, and the bodyguards had also withdrawn.
Fang Bai infiltrated the villa area under the guise of delivering vegetables and took the opportunity to administer poison.
All three generations of the family were given lethal poison. The culprit was finished off by Fang Bai, dead beyond dead, which could be considered eliminating a menace for the people.
Suddenly, Fang Bai saw more than a dozen police officers approaching him from a distance. Alas, what was destined to happen had come.
Now, with cameras everywhere, no matter how he tried to conceal himself, he couldn't escape, especially since he was already wanted.
Fang Bai did not panic. Instead, he opened his phone and composed three messages:
"This revenge is not unrequited; it's just that the time has not yet come!"
"No matter how rich and powerful you, Song Jian, are, you are still just a worthless life. Killing your family is like stepping on an ant!"
"If there is a next life, I will still send you to hell!"
After composing the messages, Fang Bai posted them to his Moments and various video platforms, along with evidence of Song Jian's family's crimes, quickly attracting attention.
Initially, there wasn't much, but a few hours after Fang Bai committed suicide by taking poison, it caused a nationwide shock and became breaking news.
Some wealthy and powerful individuals remained silent for a long time after reading the news, admonishing their children not to bully those weaker than themselves casually, lest they drag their entire family down.
…
Fang Bai had a dream, dreaming that he had returned to his high school days.
When he woke up again, he found himself lying in bed, with a sharp pain in the middle three fingers of his right hand.
He had been woken by the pain!
He stared intently at the middle three fingers of his right hand. The middle phalangeal joint had been severed and was now reconnected and stitched, but the wound was still red and swollen, leaving fresh bloodstains that were unbearable to look at.
This was from when he was 18 years old and accidentally operated a shearing machine, resulting in the severance of the middle and distal phalanges of his middle three fingers on his right hand.
He averted his gaze, shifting his eyes to the simple, narrow, and dimly lit hospital room: concrete floor, slightly dull walls, and gray bedsheets, four simple wooden beds, each with a particularly conspicuous red old thermos bottle by the bedside, no air conditioning or fan, and occasional noisy sounds from the hallway.
In the ward, there were also two pale-faced patients lying in bed, and three family members, two of whom were mechanically fanning themselves with handmade bamboo fans, chatting about everyday things to pass the time.
The strong smell of medicine, pungent disinfectant, sour and acidic odors, and the sour smell of shoes mixed together, assaulting Fang Bai's sense of smell.
At the same time, the nerve endings at the wound continuously sent stinging signals to his brain, making him involuntarily grimace and shiver.
He suddenly realized, this wasn't a dream!
Absolutely not a dream!
This was exactly the scene after his surgery back then, and there was no pain after waking from a dream.
This room in front of him was all too familiar: Room 303 of Wen City People's Hospital, where he had spent two of the most difficult weeks of his life.
In the first few nights after the surgery, the pain in his fingers constantly assaulted his brain nerves, making it difficult for him to sleep. This memory was deeply ingrained.
He remembered that period after the surgery, filled with confusion, regret, and various complex emotions.
A moment later, Fang Bai understood the situation.
He had been reborn!
But how did he get reborn from 2020 back to 1990?
If so, it was good that he was reborn, even with severe damage to three fingers, at least he could still save his wife.
In those years, whenever he recalled holding the cold bodies of his departed wife and daughter, he still felt grief and regretted not being by his wife's side when he was on a business trip!
He had never so desperately wished for rebirth!
He hoped God would give him another chance, let him start over, and let him make up for his regrets.
He never thought it would actually happen—he was reborn!
Fang Bai's body trembled with excitement, and tears streamed down his face.
At this moment, the door creaked open, and a slender middle-aged woman walked in. She was about 1.6 meters tall, simply dressed, with a Bunch of withered yellow long hair, carrying a bag of apples. Her yellowish, rough face was etched with worry, devoid of luster.
The first person the woman saw upon entering was Fang Bai. She walked to his bedside, placed the fruit on the metal cabinet, and said gently, "Son, Mom bought you some apples. The doctor said supplementing vitamins is good for recovery."
She sighed, noticing the tears in Fang Bai's eyes, and couldn't help but wipe them away. She was most afraid that her son would have negative thoughts.
This family was already living a difficult life, and now it was even worse. She knew her son was in great pain at the moment, and she had to be strong.
After thinking for a moment, she continued to nag, "Oh, don't think too much about what's happened. There's still a long road ahead."
"Mom, I'm fine. My right hand can't do heavy labor, but I still have my left hand. I can do other things," Fang Bai forced a smile.
His family lived in a village near Yongjia County, Wen City, where there were "nine mountains, half water, and half a fen of field," meaning the actual per capita cultivated land was less than three fen.
Therefore, they could only go to the city to do odd jobs to sustain their lives, usually working in shoe factories, valve factories, button factories, or foundries.
A few years ago, private enterprises had just opened up, and jobs were still available. If it had been a few years earlier, it would have been good just to not starve to death.
"Hmm, since you just finished your college entrance exam two or three months ago, why not repeat a year and go to university? Maybe if you work hard, you can get into university. You don't need to worry about money."
"Mom, I'll think about it carefully," Fang Bai nodded.
In this era, it was very difficult to get into both undergraduate and vocational colleges. Back then, the vocational college line and undergraduate line were very close. His college entrance exam score was still 40 points short of the ordinary undergraduate line, and not far from the vocational college line either. (Hebei Science 548, undergraduate 521, vocational 491; 1991 Zhejiang Science 547, undergraduate 524, vocational 507)
He hadn't been admitted to an undergraduate or vocational college, and considering the family's poor economic situation, he didn't plan to repeat a year. Instead, he simply wanted to start earning money to support his family earlier.
After the college entrance examination, he planned to work in a factory, partly to accumulate capital and partly to familiarize himself with the various processes in a large factory, so that he could start his own business later.
In Wen City, when people are poor, they think of change and find ways out, so there are many large and small workshops. Even with only a small lathe, or even no equipment at all, one can become a small boss.
Fang Bai was an apprentice at a machinery factory. While operating a shearing machine, he accidentally cut off his fingers.
According to his previous life's experience, the factory owner did not bear responsibility for the medical and hospitalization fees, believing that Fang Bai had caused the incident by not following equipment operating procedures, and he wasn't even a formal employee. The owner even refused to settle his wages and cursed him as an "unlucky ghost"!
At that time, Fang Bai and his family did not understand the law, and in that era, there was no mechanism for labor arbitration or compensation.
In reality, even understanding the law made it difficult to claim wages.
Such accidents frequently occurred in machinery factories. Most bosses only cared about profit. If he asked for compensation now, they would certainly be unwilling; don't even think about it!
In this life, Fang Bai was not going to let it go so easily!
The money his parents had painstakingly saved was all used to pay for his medical and hospitalization fees, not to mention he had a younger sister in junior high school who needed care.
"Well, you think about it carefully. I'll peel an apple for you."
His mother saw him fall silent for a moment, then took out a string of keys tied with hemp rope from her pocket, pulled out a small knife, wiped it on her clothes, and then picked up an apple to start peeling it.
Her knuckles, covered in calluses and etched with the marks of time, peeled the thin layer of apple skin into curls that fell into the trash can. All of this made Fang Bai feel a deep pang of sadness.
After peeling the apple, she handed it to Fang Bai. Fang Bai took it with his left hand: "Mom, you should peel one for yourself too."
"Mom tasted it when I bought it."
Fang Bai froze for a moment. His mother was reluctant to eat it, and persuasion was useless. He sighed inwardly, suppressing his tears, and unenthusiastically took a bite of the apple.
Apples were not cheap in those days; perhaps six or seven catties could equal a day's income for the average person, and rural families would not be willing to spend money on them.
The conversation between mother and son was heard by everyone in the same ward. One old woman, about seventy years old, mumbled, "How pitiful, ah, his fingers broke at such a young age. It will be hard to make a living later, and it will be difficult to find a wife."
The old woman spoke in Oujiang dialect. Fang Bai's mother heard her and was a little displeased: "Earning money doesn't necessarily rely on physical labor. Studying well and relying on culture is also possible. Later, when he finds a wife, he will find a cultured person."
"That requires getting into a good university, though. Didn't the young man fail to get into university?"
"My son's grades were never bad; he can repeat a year and go to an even better university, you know."
"It's hard to get into university even with repeating now, and marrying a cultured wife isn't easy; the bride price is quite a lot."
Fang Bai gave his mother a look, signaling her not to continue arguing with the old woman. That old woman was too idle and would definitely chatter endlessly, hoping someone would argue with her.
He couldn't hit her, and he was afraid she would act wild and unruly, lie on the ground, and feign injury, which would only bring trouble upon himself.
No sooner had the old woman finished speaking,
A girl about 167 cm tall walked in, with two small braids, appearing to be around seventeen or eighteen years old.
She was wearing a literary khaki plaid swing skirt, revealing a small section of her fair and smooth heels, white sneakers, and a pure white T-shirt tucked into the skirt, showcasing a slender and elastic waist, also making her front appear rounder, slightly blocking the view downwards.
At this moment, her delicate face was filled with panic, and her fair forehead was covered in beads of sweat, with a stream of sweat trickling down her left cheek, flowing directly into her tender neck.
Seeing Fang Bai lying on the hospital bed, she instantly burst into tears, burying her face in his chest, weeping like a pear blossom drenched in rain.
"Fang Bai, boohoo, I finally waited until the National Day holiday to come back, and I waited for you at your factory after work. Your colleagues told me you had an accident and were sent to the hospital. I thought you were gone, and it scared me so much I cried.
I searched several wards before I found you. Where are you hurt?"
"Dummy, it's nothing serious, I'm already fine." Fang Bai felt her intensely trembling body, like a helpless flower swaying in a storm.
He gently stroked her tear-streaked face with his left hand, and the tears that fell on the back of his hand reflected her clear and bright eyes.
Seeing this, Fang Bai's eyes were filled with tenderness and heartache; he knew that Qin Shuyu rarely initiated communication with others unless it was absolutely necessary.
The two met as desk-mates in their first year of high school. At that time, Qin Shuyu was somewhat socially anxious. For over half a year, she never initiated a casual conversation with Fang Bai, let alone with other boys, appearing rather aloof. When Fang Bai asked her something, she would only respond with "Mm" or "Oh."
Fang Bai, on the other hand, had a more lively personality. He helped her fend off many suitors, confiscating their love letters without a care, which also slightly affected his own grades.
Qin Shuyu felt a bit guilty seeing Fang Bai's grades drop, so in the second semester of their first year, she started helping him with problems. At first, she only wrote without speaking, but as they communicated more, she became more talkative.
However, towards other boys, she maintained that same cold, distant expression, which reduced most of her suitors, and even girls were less willing to interact with her.
After the arts and science streams were separated in their second year of high school, they were still in the same class, though without co-ed desk arrangements. Nevertheless, they remained in front and back rows until high school graduation.
Qin Shuyu didn't understand what love was, nor had she ever thought about it, but during the holidays, she felt a bit lonely if she didn't see Fang Bai for a few days.
During the winter break of their third year of high school, they accidentally bumped lips while shopping. Fang Bai jokingly said that bumping lips meant their marital relationship was set. Unexpectedly, Qin Shuyu, who had no knowledge of romance, took it seriously, and the two casually established their relationship, though their parents and the school were unaware.
Because of this, Fang Bai called her "Dumbbell," and Qin Shuyu felt it sounded rather affectionate.
Now, hearing Fang Bai call her that, Qin Shuyu felt relieved and stopped crying. She then noticed the woman next to her and the people in the ward, feeling a little embarrassed, and quickly wiped away her tears.
Anyone with eyes could tell the relationship between this beautiful girl and Fang Bai. The old woman who had just argued with Fang Bai's mother, unable to stand seeing others happy, suddenly said sourly, "Three fingers cut off, that's no small matter. He won't be able to do heavy work anymore."
Liu Fengqing, Fang Bai's mother, glared fiercely at the malicious old woman, who wanted to ruin her son's good fortune.
No way!
However, it was also her first time seeing her son so intimate with a girl. She carefully sized her up: clean and tidy clothes, a decent bust—no worries about milk powder for the baby—and though her rear was a bit small, it was acceptable.
Is this really her son's girlfriend?
She needed to ask him properly later.
When Qin Shuyu saw the wound on Fang Bai's right hand, she was terrified and cried out in heartache, "You said it was nothing, but your fingers are broken! It must hurt a lot, right?"
"A little bit, still."
Fang Bai comforted her, wiping away her tears again. "It's really fine now, they've been reattached. Don't worry, it's just that I might genuinely not be able to do heavy work in the future."
Unexpectedly, Qin Shuyu said with a serious expression, "Fang Bai, you'll get better. Even if you can't do heavy work, it's okay. When I graduate from University and start working, I can support you."
"Then I'll be a kept man, and from a prestigious university, no less, haha."
Fang Bai joked, laughing. Qin Shuyu's grades were excellent; she was admitted to the accounting major at Shanghai University of Finance and Economics, a top-tier accounting program whose alumni are all "sewing machines" (a slang term for busy, hardworking accountants).
Upon hearing this, the old woman next to them pulled a long face. Her own son was almost 35 and hadn't found a wife, yet this poor disabled man had such a beautiful and spirited partner.
Why?
And how could there be such a foolish girl, a university student at that? Had she studied herself silly?
For the older generation, their children's marriages were a persistent problem that had to be resolved.
Thinking about it, the old woman felt very uncomfortable.
Her old man, who had a fracture, told her the water was gone and he wanted a drink. She immediately turned into a bristling rooster, entering battle mode and yelling at her husband, "Your head is full of water already, why drink more!"
The entire ward was startled by her, all eyes turning to her.
The old woman snorted, feeling embarrassed, picked up the thermos, and quickly twisted around to leave the ward.
After the old woman left,
Fang Bai saw his mother's impatient yet probing gaze and casually brushed her off, saying, "Mom, this is Qin Shuyu, my high school classmate."
Liu Fengqing glared at him. "High school classmate? Does she think I'm stupid?"
"Hello, Auntie!"
Qin Shuyu was slightly reserved but still greeted Fang Bai's mother generously.
Her eyes, under thick lashes, were as lively as water, shining like bright pearls even in the dim light, quiet and well-behaved. This alone captivated Liu Fengqing: "Where did this boy find such a girl? His taste is as good as his father's."
"Oh, hello, Shuyu, you're truly beautiful.
Ah, it's just that my Fang Bai has had such bad luck with this incident."
Liu Fengqing naturally sided with her son; she had finally snagged a good daughter-in-law and wouldn't easily let her go.
Seeing the old woman who had been angered out of the ward, Liu Fengqing was very pleased. Who said her son couldn't find a wife? Wasn't this one right here, and beautiful too?
"Auntie, let bygones be bygones. I don't mind, as long as Fang Bai comes to terms with it," Qin Shuyu comforted, while gently looking at Fang Bai.
She was only afraid of social interaction, but that didn't mean she had low intelligence or couldn't say nice things.
Listening to Qin Shuyu's words, Fang Bai also recalled his father-in-law's home, feeling a slight pang of guilt.
His father-in-law ran a small machinery workshop, with main equipment including a second-hand CA6140 universal lathe and a second-hand Z3032 radial drilling machine, specializing in contract manufacturing.
In that era, a small workshop with equipment valued at tens of thousands of yuan was truly impressive.
However, his father-in-law was accustomed to waiting for orders to come to him and didn't quickly expand.
In his previous life, after Fang Bai was injured and couldn't do heavy labor, he became a second-hand dealer for industrial valves. After two years of struggling, things started to look up, and he then helped his father-in-law secure many jobs. The two would drink together and call each other brothers.
It wasn't until one time, during a drink, Fang Bai let slip something, and his father-in-law discovered that he had abducted his daughter. He chased Fang Bai three streets with a wine bottle, cursing, "You little bastard! We called each other brothers and made money together, and now you want to take advantage of my daughter!
Don't run, you little bastard!"
In reality, his father-in-law didn't look down on him; Fang Bai was quite capable in sales. But he absolutely did not want to marry his university-educated daughter to someone who had lost a finger and hadn't attended university.
Later, unable to resist his daughter's strong stance, he had no choice but to give up.
After they got married, his father-in-law asked Fang Bai to continue working with him to expand the small workshop, with him handling internal affairs and Fang Bai external ones.
His father-in-law had only one daughter. Years ago, he had a young son who drowned, and he never dared to have another child after that. Ultimately, he was a person with a tragic fate.
After Fang Bai partnered with his father-in-law, the small workshop became very successful.
Although they didn't have their own brand or technology, market demand was high, and they couldn't keep up with orders from large factories. So, by merely acting as subcontractors for big manufacturers, they were able to quickly build a processing plant with thirty to forty employees within a few years, buy cars, and were considered wealthy in the late 1990s.
However, later, the accidental death of Fang Bai's daughter also took his wife, and the double blow instantly shattered their family. Both were immersed in grief and had no heart for managing the business.
The processing plant slowly declined, and by the time Fang Bai finally came to his senses years later, he had already missed the best development opportunity.
In reality, after experiencing the taste of losing loved ones, he became less concerned with money.
Returning to this life, Fang Bai's pursuit of money isn't particularly strong; he just wants both families to live happily and stably.
However, given his current impoverished situation, that's certainly not feasible. He still needs to marry Qin Shuyu and provide a better living environment for their future children. He will absolutely not allow the pain he once felt to happen again, absolutely not!
As for Song Jian and Star City Group, he can only deal with them when his power surpasses theirs.
Fang Bai lay in bed recalling events from his past life. During this time, a nurse came in once to disinfect and change his dressing.
Qin Shuyu was physically and mentally exhausted. She pulled up a stool, pulled her skirt tight over her legs, and then rested for a while, lying directly on his bedside. When she woke up, fearing Fang Bai might be bored, she went outside the hospital to buy some things.
More than ten minutes later, Fang Bai saw the swaying skirt at the doorway and knew Qin Shuyu had returned. She was carrying a bag of fruit and two newspapers.
Liu Fengqing quickly took the fruit, smiling and saying Shuyu was too polite. Qin Shuyu said it was nothing. The patients and family members in the room felt that Qin Shuyu was a well-educated and sensible girl.
Fang Bai saw the newspapers and was about to use them to catch up on current news.
As he took the newspaper, a virtual screen suddenly popped up in front of him, startling him. He initially thought it was blurred vision due to excessive blood loss.
[Fang Bai]
[Age: 18]
[Index Finger: LV1, For any book touched by the right hand, learning memory and comprehension are doubled]
[Middle Finger: LV1, For any machinery or equipment touched by the right hand, fault analysis can be performed]
[Ring Finger: LV1, When shaking hands with others, information about the other party's past day and current inner thoughts can be known, limited to one person per day]
[Tip: LV1, Finger recovery 20%. Each level up increases recovery by 10%. Do you want to use this function?]
After reading the screen content, Fang Bai was truly certain it wasn't blurred vision anymore.
In the later years of his previous life, he had read many novels, so he was quite adaptable to such novelties. He had obtained a Golden Finger!
Moreover, it was three Golden Fingers!
Oh my goodness!
He silently willed the recovery function to activate. A comfortable sensation instantly spread through his three middle fingers, and there was no stinging pain anymore!
Furthermore, he could even move them slightly, but that was the extent of it, as he had just had surgery.
But, Fang Bai saw hope!
As long as he leveled up, his fingers could recover as good as new!
Surprise fell from the sky, and a smile appeared on his face.
Qin Shuyu saw Fang Bai smile and asked curiously, "What are you smiling about?"
"Uh, nothing much. You're tired, you should rest more. I'll read the newspaper a bit longer."
Fang Bai saw Qin Shuyu look over but she didn't notice the virtual screen in front of him. It seemed only he could see it.
Qin Shuyu hummed in acknowledgment and then lay down by his bed again, planning to doze off for a bit. She had traveled more than ten hours by car from Shanghai to Wen City, arriving this morning. She hadn't rested properly before going to find Fang Bai, and then this incident happened, leaving her physically and mentally exhausted.
Fang Bai's mother didn't want to disturb the young people's good moment, so she left the ward to take a walk.
Fang Bai gently stroked Qin Shuyu's shoulder with his left hand, not caring about the other people in the ward.
Qin Shuyu shifted, leaning closer to him, feeling at ease only when Fang Bai's hand was on her. She soon fell asleep again.
Fang Bai continued to operate the virtual screen. He silently willed it, and the screen closed; he willed it again, and it opened. So convenient.
The system didn't beep or buzz, which meant less interaction.
He silently willed the upgrade requirements to open, and they quickly appeared on the virtual screen.
[Index Finger Upgrade Method: Get into a regular undergraduate university + LV1, Key university undergraduate + LV2, Key university postgraduate + LV1, Top university postgraduate graduation + LV2, Doctorate graduation + LV2, Obtain academic honors + LV0.01 - LV1]
[Current Education: High School Graduate]
[Middle Finger Upgrade Method: Personal wealth 100,000 yuan to LV2, Each tenfold increase in wealth upgrades one level]
[Current Wealth: 2.13 yuan]
[Ring Finger Upgrade Method: To upgrade to LV2 requires 20 social contacts with social standing, LV3: 40, Each twofold increase upgrades one level.
Normal contact +1, Elite contact +2, Top contact +3]
[Current Contacts: 0]
Fang Bai quickly understood that the upgrade method was blunt and straightforward, feeling quite reasonable and logical.
With such requirements, the system wanted him to become an academic, technology, and business talent. Lying flat would be a waste of this Golden Finger.
At the same time, it set higher demands for his personal connections. It wasn't just about knowing people, but about being familiar with their situations, having a certain cooperative relationship, or being able to help him when needed, and possessing a certain social status—only then would they be considered connections recognized by the Golden Finger.
A successful businessman definitely needs connections in various fields, to establish cooperative relationships, share resources and experiences, and jointly promote business development; otherwise, the business will be difficult to expand.
The business world is also a circle of human relationships.
After reviewing these functions, Fang Bai generally understood how to proceed in the future.