Auto Parts Factory Manager: A 60-Million-Yuan Fortune Reduced to Used Cars

Zhao Qian transmigrated from being chief engineer at an automotive research institute to running a rundown auto-parts factory.

The good news: his golden finger had arrived, and the starter pack included ten sets of Lamborghini Veneno parts plus blueprints for a complete production line. The bad news: the System said "Insufficient energy" and went black, without even telling him where the charging port was.

Zhao Qian: "..." Zhao Qian: "So what's the point of you existing?" System (hibernating): "..."

Fine. Without a System daddy, he still had fifteen years of hardcore technical experience from his previous life. A V12 engine? He'd drawn one by hand. A carbon-fiber chassis? He could tune one with his eyes closed. Zero to one hundred in 2.8 seconds? He'd stayed up thirty-six nights in a row over that figure in his previous life, drinking coffee like water. The muscle memory was still there.

And so, in a dilapidated factory in eastern Shencheng, where even the paint was peeling off the windows, a silver beast that would send shock waves through the global supercar world was wrenched into existence by a pair of hands, a wrench, and a group of utterly bewildered old workers.

The whole internet exploded. Rich second-generation kids chased after it through the streets, phones raised. "What kind of car is that?!" Zhou Tianyi, the real estate tycoon's son, put up a reward on the spot. "Whoever finds out who owns it can borrow my Benma ST for two days!" The owner of a Benma S1 quietly deleted the post he'd just made about taking delivery of his car.

At that very moment, Zhao Qian was squatting in the workshop, chewing on a cold piece of bread and frowning at the braking system on the third Veneno. "System, System, wake up. I think I might have mixed up the tire specs for this batch..."