Zhou Xiaobai's life is like a rusty assembly line, stuck in the abyss of 350,000 yuan in debt. Factories, takeaways, and instant noodles are his entire life. He thought this would be it for the rest of his life, until the car accident.
The blood clot in his brain did not kill him, but became his "golden finger". When he first "saw" the stock's vague upward trajectory, he thought he was hallucinating. But when the last 500 yuan he saved from delivering food turned into 5,000 yuan in one day, he knew that the gears of fate were beginning to reverse.
It's a crazy climb from the valley floor to the top. But with every step forward, Zhou Xiaobai couldn't help but look back - had the once humble and kind-hearted self been left in the mud at the foot of the mountain? How should he choose between wealth and conscience?
