Wang Qian is reborn as a dockworker in Republican-era Shanghai, so poor that his landlord throws him into the Huangpu River.
At the brink of death, he awakens the Synthesis System and uses scrap metal in his shack to make three silver dollars.
The pawnshop clerk weighs the coins and sneers, “This is all a returned student brought back with him?”
With a smile, Wang Qian offers him a small gold bar. Its purity shocks the owner so badly he knocks over his teacup. “Purest gold?!”
When gang enforcers burst through the door, Wang Qian is busy synthesizing his third gold bar.
“Mr. Du would like to see you. Are you selling that gold?”
Overall it's okay, but it's too ideal and needs to be improved. Your area belongs to the slums of Zhabei. If the Japanese fleet's 280 or more cannons at the port are aimed at your core area, 10 8-shell shells will kill you long ago. This is an indisputable fact. The Japanese have a lot of excuses. There are only 100 people in the sky. In my childhood, the Bushido spirit was more important than life. This kind of cannon is said to be a death zone within 150 meters.
Not bad, really good, come on, author!