The King of New York: Starting from a Porridge Shop and Conquering the United States

My father Lin Guoqiang died twice. The first time was myocardial infarction, and I fell into the kitchen of a porridge restaurant. The second time was the day the system was activated. The system told me: There has never been a person named "Lin Guoqiang" in this world! Main Street, Flushing, four o'clock in the morning. I hold my phone and can see everyone's fate. Deposits, liabilities, social relationships, threat levels... Wall Street bosses with perfect credit scores are just targets waiting to be liquidated in the eyes of the system. The angel in white who saves lives and heals the wounded hides the bloody secret of the stowaway ship in 1999. The system says that in this country, people with low scores do not deserve to live. Originally, I just wanted to save my father, but now, I want to see what America's trump card is. I am Lin Zhao, a porridge seller in Flushing. I welcome you to come over for porridge, but if the marks on your head start to turn red... Settle your funeral arrangements as soon as possible, and don't die in front of my store.