Return to 1990: I Am Bound to the Shenhao System

In the summer of 1990, I was reborn at the age of eighteen and opened the red-painted wooden door in the courtyard of the textile factory. I only had 50 cents in my pocket, and before my eyes was the last calm before the wave of layoffs. I got a golden finger by accident and was bound to the Zhutian Shopping Group, where I could exchange elixir residue for fifty cents. In the group, the Immortal Emperor begged to see consumption records, the Magic Queen rushed to collect the candy wrappers, and the Mecha Emperor apologized for the radio. When others were worried about food stamps, I exchanged marbles for space rings; when Huang Mao in the arcade charged for protection fees, I burned his crotch with a fireball backhand. From being a coward in the family compound to becoming the invisible richest man, he picks up his wife from get off work in an anti-gravity Xiali and flips food stamps into interstellar hard currency. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.