Soul Cache: I Shape the World with Bridge Bodies

Jiang Shu has been stir-frying noodles at the entrance to Panlong Residential Community for three years. No one knows that deep within this taciturn young man’s soul lies a fragment of a broken Star Soul. Jiang Ziya. Guan Zhong. Zhuge Liang. Li Jing. Liu Bowen. Five lifetimes of reincarnation, and the Star Soul is nearly spent. His memories are gone, leaving only a strategist’s instincts: the occasional flash of a straight fishing hook at the Wei River, the market in Linzi, a map spread across a military tent. Thirty-eight thousand yuan in starting capital. He devised his own “Bridge Theory,” reading the flow of capital, gauging sentiment, and calculating sector rotation. He suffered losses, made gains, was cursed at, and earned the trust of ordinary people like Old Zhou. From a noodle stall to a fortune worth tens of millions, then from that fortune to a chip-materials company. The Star Soul may scatter, and his instincts may fail. But his hands grow steadier with every bridge he builds. Once a bridge is finished, he moves on. The bridges that come next have everything to do with you. From the north gate of Panlong Residential Community to a semiconductor materials empire worth hundreds of billions. The reincarnation of a strategist with a fragmented soul, and the story of ordinary people building bridges.