I have been writing code at Feixiang Food Delivery for five years, and I have become the number one in the industry from scratch. Then the new CEO said I "didn't understand capital" and fired me.
The severance package is not enough to pay next month's rent. I can only deliver food—the platform I designed, the algorithm I wrote, and the rules I set. The money I earn from running for a day is just enough to survive.
The moment I was hit by a truck, I had only one thought: If I could do it again, I would be a capitalist.
When I opened my eyes again, I traveled through time. In the world of cultivating immortals, at the third level of Qi refining, I am penniless.
An old man threw me half a piece of dry food: "There is a need for a sweeper in the city."
I didn't sweep the floor. I squatted at Fangshikou and drew formation patterns on the ground with a fire stick.
The formation is the code. Code is the rule. No one in this world knows the rules better than me.
Three months later, Feijian Travel monopolized Qingyun City. Half a year later, Xian Ping took control of all businesses. A year later, Immortal Treasure, Immortal Pay, Immortal Loan—my empire covered the entire world of immortality.
I became the richest man. I stood on the top of the mountain, with thousands of lights at my feet and no one around me.
When Lao Zhang left, he asked me: "Do you still remember what you said when you came to see me on the first day?"
I remember. I said: "Let every effort pay off."
Now, my algorithm is dispatching orders to riders. System prompt: Bad review will result in a fine of fifty spiritual stones.
That rule was written by me.
The dragon slayer eventually becomes the evil dragon. I just didn't expect that turning into a dragon would feel like this.
