The Social Animals Counterattack the Gods and Open the Record

When a social worker's bank card balance starts to beat crazily, the gears of fate also turn quietly. My name is Chen Yu, and I have the most inconspicuous face in the office building. Every day I was squeezed into compressed biscuits in the subway, and scolded as an emotional trash can in the office. Life was like a puddle of stagnant water, not even bothering to make a ripple. Until I came home from working overtime that day, a mechanical voice rang in my mind: "The Shenhao system was successfully bound." I thought it was an auditory hallucination, but my wallet believed it first - if I refused the task, I would directly deduct 10,000 yuan. This is not a system, but a creditor, right? From the moment I ordered a lunch I didn't dare to order, my life was like a roulette wheel spinning at high speed. Eloquence, funds, skills, the system put the keys to counterattack into my hands one by one. But every time before you get a reward, you have to step on a trap first. Acquiring companies, reversing losses, fighting against old rivals... Every time a task is completed, it is tearing apart and reshaping the old self. Now I drive a supercar through the CBD, surrounded by spotlights and champagne towers, but I still dream about myself curled up at my workstation eating instant noodles. If rebirth is a transaction, has the price already been written on an invisible contract? When wealth comes flooding in, what should we do to keep our first heartbeat?