I transmigrated into a rental apartment in a parallel world in 2005, with a nineteen-year-old body, 300 yuan for living expenses, and a homemade phone.
I started with six yuan and was forcibly bound to an intelligent life-form.
It lived by its computing power, and I lived by relying on it.
It could calculate every stock and futures trade more accurately than anyone else.
With 50,000 yuan in starting capital, it made hundreds of trades a day in copper futures, turning that into 1.2 million in a week and rocketing to over 40 million in two.
The brokerage manager looked at my account statement, silently lit a cigarette, and said, "This damn thing isn't human."
The money came too fast.
So fast that I, a poor man suddenly rich, got carried away.
I thought I had finally reached the summit.
Until someone told me that this world ran on connections.
Without a background or a powerful backer, you're just a tree without roots, a river without a source.
No matter how much money you have or how capable you are, you're still just making wedding clothes for someone else.
Only then did I understand.
Once you have enough money, you become prey for those who covet it.
One man's money is a death warrant. A million people's livelihoods are a shield.
After coming to my senses, I became a patron of the poor.
I turned my money into other people's livelihoods.
It started with buying a bankrupt motor factory, then expanded to phones, cars, and even vital industries of national importance.
Whatever the people needed, I made.
Whatever the country lacked, I researched.
With a million families and ten million loyal soldiers standing behind me,
I dare you to touch me!
Just look at the introduction, 100% AI.