On the Day of Registration for Freshman Year, I Saw Next Year's K

On the day when Lin Chen was reincarnated and returned to his freshman year, there was one more thing in his mind - the K-line of the market in the next twenty years, and a live broadcast accident that should have taken Shen Nian away three years later. In this life, if he doesn't make huge sums of money or make money with the system, he only wants to do three things: stop the accident, help Shen Nian set up a campus account, and use the predicted K line to revitalize the printing shop downstairs in the dormitory that is about to close down. Zhao Yan, a junior at our school, was unhappy - his MCN wanted to sign Shen Nian and offered him a contract of 30,000 yuan, but Lin Chen said, "Her account sales will exceed 10,000 yuan a day starting tomorrow." Zhao Yan: "You're a poor guy from the computer science department, what are you going to fight with me for?" Lin Chen: "Take the day when you kneel down and beg me to sign you as the anchor this time next year." The rules of this life are not in your hands. In my head.