Transmigrate to 2002 and Rise by Selling Computers from the Start

The wind at summer’s end in 2002 carried the last of the sweltering heat as it swept through the filthy air of the county bus station and across the litter-strewn ground. Lin Yuan tightened his grip on the stack of bills in his hand, damp with sweat and growing soft.

Ding! System bound...

The dim yellow lamplight fell across the blueprints, illuminating complex structures far ahead of their time and his lowered eyes. In their deep, dark depths, stars seemed to turn slowly.

Outside, the night sky over Shenzhen in 2002 held no stars. Only the city’s neon lights flickered faintly.