Transmigrating to the Seventies: I Build a Fortune with My Pocket Dimension

After being hit by a car, I woke up to find myself reborn in the 1970s. That was bad enough, but being reborn as a little orphan whose parents had just died was taking things too far. Thankfully, I still had a golden finger to save me. I had planned to lie low in the city until the college entrance exams were reinstated, get into university, then graduate and land a stable job for life. Who could have guessed that my only friend would be forced to go to the countryside? Knowing how naive my friend was, I was afraid they might never come back. So I packed up and went along too.