Lin Chunya opened her eyes and fell from the shelves of a twenty-first-century supermarket back into a cramped apartment building in the 1970s.
No way to get back to the city? No problem. She was assigned a temporary job at a food-processing factory, and even with a secure job, she still had to start with the hardest, most exhausting work.
But nobody expected that on her very first day, she would set the cafeteria abuzz with a can of "luncheon meat."
"How can meat smell this good?"
"So rich and juicy! So firm! This flavor is incredible!"
The managers pressed her for the recipe, and her coworkers crowded around asking how she did it. Lin Wanxing only smiled and said nothing.
Her confidence didn't come from connections or luck. It came from the modern food-processing System that had just activated in her mind.
The System refreshed one recipe for a processed food from the future each day: luncheon meat, canned yellow peaches, braised pork ribs, five-spice dried tofu, butter cookies, instant noodles...
As long as she made the finished product, she could sell it for a profit. The rarer the flavor, the more outrageous the returns.
She started with a small experiment in the cafeteria, then secretly saved up to open a little workshop.
She went from carrying samples to the Canton Fair to being mistaken by a foreign trade company for a capable woman with overseas connections, and unexpectedly landed a huge contract to manufacture goods for them.
She recruited retired master craftsmen, put an abandoned factory back to use, built production lines, registered a brand, and opened up distribution channels through supply and marketing cooperatives and wholesalers.
She didn't rely on men, pursue romance, or waste her energy on infighting.
With her own hands, a System, and an indomitable spirit, she made life flourish, sold canned goods across the country, and became the most formidable businesswoman of the 1970s.
The 1970s: I Became a Billionaire by Selling Canned Goods with a System
At the beginning, the heroine comes back from the countryside, and then systematically takes out the meat for cooking. How can you tell that the heroine has traveled through time? It's like a spy movie, with this suspicion and that suspicion
It feels very depressing. There is a system. Isn't the recipe directly in the head? Why can others still see it? And why does it have to be made and whether the radish is broken or not?