Zhou Yi was a transmigrator.
The new era's method of transmigration was not particularly novel either. After an accidental car crash, Zhou Yi, who had been sitting in the back seat of a taxi, arrived here.
However, Zhou Yi always felt that the "accident" in that car crash needed quotation marks. After transmigrating, he suddenly remembered what the taxi driver who had picked him up had said in the car.
"Congratulations, young man. I was originally planning to clock out."
At the time, Zhou Yi had just left the hospital with his medical report in hand, consumed by despair... Yet out of politeness, he still forced a bitter smile and replied, "What's there to congratulate me for, sir? I'm already... sigh."
"That's exactly why I should congratulate you..."
Zhou Yi had been in a terrible mood then, and the driver's words had nearly made him snap. In the end, however, he restrained himself and said nothing.
But now that he thought about it, Zhou Yi found it utterly terrifying.
So...
Did that driver mean he was sending him to transmigrate, which was why he had congratulated him—because Zhou Yi had caught the last opening of the day?
Had transmigration become some kind of assembly-line industry these days?!
How could people actually be working shifts for this?
Were they specifically arranging car accidents to send people off to transmigrate?
Wasn't peacefully waking up one day and finding yourself transmigrated a much better method?
Still, despite having countless complaints about transmigration in this new era becoming a large-scale industry, Zhou Yi remained grateful for all of it.
When he had faced utter despair, it had given him an opportunity—an opportunity to start over.
It had even come with a Golden Finger, and it was powerful enough. It was just that the way to become powerful...
"Why am I the only one who has to work honestly to become stronger..." Zhou Yi sighed helplessly.
His Golden Finger was a Work System. Only income earned through professions he already possessed could count as experience points. Every ten thousand dollars earned would grant one experience point. At the beginning, this had truly given him a headache.
At first, he had been an Apprentice Auto Mechanic. Advancing to Junior Auto Mechanic required ten experience points, and that alone had taken him several months!
That had only been possible because he knew the world of Fast & Furious extremely well and had Toretto's help!
Of course, after he had opened up channels and successfully built his reputation, Zhou Yi began earning money much faster. Otherwise, he could not have rapidly advanced to Intermediate Auto Mechanic over the years and been on the verge of becoming an Advanced Auto Mechanic.
Going from Apprentice to Junior required 10 points, Junior to Intermediate required 100 points, and so on. Now that Zhou Yi was finally close to advancing from Intermediate to Advanced, that meant he had earned a total of 11 million dollars solely through his Auto Mechanic profession!
And that only counted money earned through the Auto Mechanic profession—that was, money earned when Zhou Yi personally designed, modified, or repaired cars.
Zhou Yi had also tried giving money to others and having them spend it on hiring him to repair things... but that did not count toward experience points. He tried many other methods too, all without success, so he eventually gave up on taking shortcuts.
There were plenty of ways to make money in the automotive industry. Although Zhou Yi had not been an economics graduate or anything in his previous life, he still knew something about the state of this era.
He did not know much about history, but at least he knew about Nokia, Samsung, Apple, Microsoft, and Facebook, right?
Zhou Yi knew he did not have what it took to become a business tycoon, but just because he could not become one did not mean he could not buy some stocks.
Thus, Zhou Yi's combined assets unquestionably made him a billionaire. As for exactly how many billions... he had never carefully counted.
"If only that money could count too..." Zhou Yi sighed, stood up, went down to the gym, and began working out.
The attributes provided by the system had long since completely healed Zhou Yi's body and pushed it beyond human limits.
By Zhou Yi's calculations, normal human attributes should range from 1 to 100 points. Reaching 100 points would, for example, basically mean Tyson's strength and Bolt's speed—perhaps even greater.
Although this estimate was not very scientific and was merely Zhou Yi's rough judgment based on how much weight he could lift, Zhou Yi only needed an approximate value anyway.
Inside the gym, Zhou Yi casually picked up a barbell with 50-kilogram dumbbell plates hanging from each side and easily loosened up.
"It's been a long time since I've had to get my hands dirty..."
Two days later, inside an abandoned factory.
Toretto, O'Conner, Tej, Mia, Gisele, Roman, Han, and the others were meeting. O'Conner introduced Roman Pearce and Tej, whom Toretto and the others did not know, and then...
"Good choices," Han said as he walked over to Toretto.
"One more hasn't arrived," Toretto said.
"Huh?" Han froze.
"Someone else hasn't arrived?" Gisele, who had overheard, asked as well. "Didn't you set the time long ago?"
As they spoke, an engine's roar suddenly grew louder and louder from outside the factory.
The people inside immediately tensed and turned toward the factory entrance.
It might sound a little mystical, but sometimes, these street-racing enthusiasts could tell whether a car was good simply by listening to its engine.
"Oh, he's here." A smile appeared on Toretto's face. "I could tell from that sound alone."
"Looks like you're pretty close with this person." Roman, the most talkative one, clearly meant something by it.
"We get along fine." Toretto glanced at Roman before adding, "But I suggest you try not to act too cocky in front of him."
"Whoa, when was I being cocky? And why?" Roman became even more animated. "Is he that impressive? I am the great and mighty..."
"Roman, Roman, wait," O'Conner hurriedly stopped him. "Trust me, don't provoke that guy."
"Why?" Gisele was intrigued as well.
"Because that guy... isn't human..." O'Conner recalled the horrifying sight of Zhou Yi taking on ten people by himself. His calves still felt weak, and his back faintly ached.
"O'Conner!" Mia reproached him. "Don't talk about Zhou like that. He's a really good person!"
"Yeah." O'Conner wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He knew Mia was telling the truth. "It's just, you know, back then..."
Just then, the car drove into the factory.
O'Conner and Mia's conversation had successfully raised the curiosity of those who had never met Zhou Yi to its peak.
And when the car entered their field of vision, they all let out a synchronized "Whoa."
For street-racing enthusiasts, besides the moment they controlled their cars, overtook everyone, and crossed the finish line, the thing that made their hearts race most was the car itself.
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