Ninth Contact

I am 31 years old this year and I work as a packer in a factory. I only have nine contacts on WeChat. Do you think these nine people include my parents, relatives and friends? In fact, there is none. For me, there are only two kinds of labor dispatch companies that are alive and can bring me benefits. Dead ones are of no use to me... So they don't exist in my WeChat. . . I don't know how to reply to messages, I don't fall in love, and I don't trust anyone. After all, only wages are real in the factory. . . But my life changed on January 17, 2026. I actually had a golden finger, which is the system... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.