Assembly Line Industrial-Style Transmigration (Seeking Collections and Recommendation Tickets)

Zhou Yi, a transmigrator.

The modern way of transmigration wasn't all that novel—an unexpected car accident, and Zhou Yi, sitting in the back seat of a taxi, ended up here.

However, Zhou Yi couldn't help but feel that the word "unexpected" for the car accident needed quotation marks, because right after transmigrating, he suddenly recalled what the taxi driver who had picked him up said in the car.

"Congratulations, young man. I was about to call it a day."

At the time, Zhou Yi had just walked out of the hospital with his medical checkup results, drowning in despair... but out of politeness, he forced a bitter smile and replied, "What's there to congratulate me for, driver? I'm... sigh."

"That's exactly why I'm congratulating you..."

Zhou Yi was in a terrible mood back then, and hearing the driver's words nearly made him snap. But in the end, he held himself back and didn't respond.

Now that he thought about it, though, Zhou Yi found it deeply unsettling.

So...

Did the driver mean he was sending him off to transmigrate, and that's why he congratulated him—because he'd caught the last slot of the day?

Had transmigration become an assembly-line industry these days?!

And someone was actually working that job?

Deliberately causing car accidents to send people off to transmigrate?

Wasn't the peaceful method of waking up from a dream and finding yourself transmigrated good enough?

Still, despite having countless complaints about how modern transmigration had turned into a scaled-up industry, Zhou Yi was genuinely grateful for all of it.

When he was at his lowest, it gave him a chance—a chance to start over.

It even came with a Golden Finger, and a powerful one at that. It was just the way to make it powerful that...

"Why am I the only one who has to work honestly to get stronger..." Zhou Yi sighed, a little helpless.

His Golden Finger was a Work System. Only the income he earned through his existing professions counted as experience points—ten thousand US dollars in earnings netted him one experience point. At first, this really made him feel like pulling his hair out.

When he started, he was an Entry-Level Auto Mechanic. Upgrading to Junior Auto Mechanic required ten experience points, and that alone took him several months!

And that was only possible because he had an in-depth understanding of the Fast & Furious world and had Toretto's help!

Of course, later on, once he opened up channels and successfully built his reputation, Zhou Yi started earning much faster. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to quickly upgrade to Intermediate Auto Mechanic and now be on the verge of becoming a Senior Auto Mechanic.

From Entry-Level to Junior required 10 points, Junior to Intermediate required 100 points, and so on. Now, finally about to upgrade from Intermediate to Senior, Zhou Yi had effectively earned a total of 11 million US dollars just from the auto mechanic profession alone!

And that was only counting what was logged under the auto mechanic job—meaning the money he earned when he personally designed, modified, or repaired cars.

Zhou Yi had also tried giving money to others and having them spend it to come to him for repairs... but that didn't count toward experience points. He tried many other methods too, but none worked, so he eventually gave up on finding shortcuts.

There were plenty of ways to make money in the automotive industry, and even though Zhou Yi wasn't some economics graduate in his past life, he still had some understanding of the times.

He didn't know much about history, but at least he knew about Nokia, Samsung, Apple, Microsoft, and Facebook!

Zhou Yi figured he didn't have what it took to become a business tycoon, but just because he couldn't be one didn't mean he couldn't buy some stocks, right?

So, all of Zhou Yi's assets combined easily made him a billionaire. As for how many billions that was... he hadn't bothered to count.

"If only this money could count too..." Zhou Yi sighed, stood up, and headed to the gym downstairs to start working out.

The physique provided by the system had long since fully healed Zhou Yi's body and pushed it beyond human limits.

Based on Zhou Yi's calculations, a normal human's physical stats ranged from 1 to 100 points. At 100 points, to give an example, you'd basically be at the level of Tyson in strength and Bolt in speed, maybe even higher.

This calculation wasn't very scientific—Zhou Yi had roughly estimated it based on his lifting weights—but he only needed a ballpark figure anyway.

In the gym, Zhou Yi casually picked up a barbell with 50 kg plates on each side and stretched his body with ease.

"It's been a long time since I've thrown a punch..."

Two days later, in an abandoned factory.

Just as Toretto, O'Conner, Tej, Mia, Gisele, Roman, Han, and the others were meeting, O'Conner introduced Roman Pearce and Tej, whom Toretto and the rest didn't know, and then...

"Good picks," Han said, coming up beside Toretto.

"There's one more not here yet," Toretto said.

"Huh?" Han was taken aback.

"Someone else hasn't arrived?" Gisele, who overheard this, also asked, "Didn't you set the time long ago?"

Just as they were talking, the roar of an engine grew louder from outside the factory, approaching from a distance.

The group inside the factory tensed up instantly, all turning to look toward the entrance.

It might sound a bit mystical, but sometimes, just by hearing the engine sound, these car enthusiasts could tell whether it was a good ride.

"Oh, he's here," Toretto said with a smile. "Just from that sound, I can tell."

"Looks like you're pretty close with that guy," Roman, the biggest chatterbox, said with a hint of innuendo.

"Not bad," Toretto glanced at Roman and then said, "But I'd suggest you not get too cocky in front of him later."

"Whoa, when am I cocky? And why?" Roman got riled up instead. "Is he that tough? I'm a proud—"

"Roman, Roman, hold on," O'Conner quickly stopped him. "Trust me, don't mess with that guy."

"Why?" Gisele also grew curious.

"Because that person... isn't human..." O'Conner recalled the terrifying scene of Zhou Yi taking on ten opponents back in the day, and still felt his legs go weak, along with a faint ache in his back.

"O'Conner!" Mia chided, "Don't talk about Zhou like that. He's a really nice person!"

"Yeah," O'Conner wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, knowing full well that what Mia said was true, "I just, you know, back then..."

Just then, the car drove into the factory.

The conversation between O'Conner, Mia, and the others had successfully piqued the curiosity of those who had never met Zhou Yi to its peak.

And when that car came into their line of sight, they all let out an involuntary "Whoa."

For racing enthusiasts, nothing gets the heart pounding more than the moment you cross the finish line ahead of everyone else—except for the car itself.

Publish a book, fail. Publish a book, fail... Is this my own personal cycle?