Beneath a bridge, the wind howled through the bitter cold. Only as he lay dying did He Yuzhu finally see everyone's true colors.
Qin Huairu's tenderness had all been manipulation, and Yi Zhonghai's kindness had all been selfishness. He had given everything his whole life, only to end up with his family destroyed and nothing to his name.
When he opened his eyes again, he was back in 1965. The tragedy had yet to unfold, and the sign-in System had successfully bound itself to him.
As the head chef at the steel plant, He Yuzhu was the best cook in the whole factory, and the System provided him with an endless supply of goods.
The Jia family still wanted to come scrounging whenever they smelled meat, just like in his previous life? Not a chance!
Moral blackmail? Throwing tantrums and acting shamelessly? He'd shut them all down.
Neighborly ties and old favors meant nothing in the face of greedy scheming.
In this life, He Yuzhu would turn this nest of scheming beasts upside down and protect his wealth and his life.
Putting AI aside, they're using bicycle tickets to illustrate the point. What's wrong with bicycles being so scarce? Well, with AI involved, why would they bother with data analysis? One person after another, a bicycle is comparable to a Rolls-Royce? Well, without emotion, how can they boast? In those days, a bicycle was about the same value as a personal car today.
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There are so many scenes of flattery; it seems nothing compares to flattery.
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I didn't want to read more after reading 3 chapters.
Old-fashioned Buddhist-style tug-of-war article