On a rainy night, delivery rider Chen Mo was hit by an out-of-control SUV. After waking up, there was an ice blue interface deep in his consciousness - the parallel world memory bank.
The system said: It can give him six years of business insights and decision-making reference that is accurate to milliseconds. But it also said: Cognitive value can only be obtained by solving real-life problems on his own, and the system never answers questions for people.
He used his last 3,000 yuan deposit to build the first shared charging cabinet amidst the fumes and hum of the chassis in Lao Xiguan. The handprints of three hundred merchants, an engineer who was marginalized by a large factory, and a female reporter who dared to tear open the cracks for him at the capital poker table - his iron triangle grew out of the quagmire of the market.
But systems are not the answer. When Dingfeng's banning order, the partner's dagger, the hidden thread of the homologous traveler, and the malicious merger and acquisition of tens of billions of capital fell at the same time, Chen Mo discovered that his biggest enemy was never the external hunter, but the self who was still used to querying the memory bank first.
This is a business epic about "how people become themselves". There is no chance of winning, only a narrow escape.
