I Have Three Golden Fingers!

In 2020, on the first day of the Lunar New Year.

On an unnamed graveyard hill in Wen City, winter's chill was especially biting.

The freezing rain had just passed, leaving the air heavy with an icy breath that seemed capable of freezing space itself.

The branches were coated in frost. On the grass around the tombstones, the biting wind had killed every blade of new growth, leaving only a few dry, withered stubs hanging bleakly like sorrowful corpses.

The sky was dark and gray, shrouded in black clouds, as though the entire world had fallen into darkness.

At the mountaintop, before a row of frozen tombstones, a man around fifty knelt despite the piercing cold.

He held a family photo in his right hand. The middle three fingers bore obvious scars from having once been severed by something.

In his left hand, he held a bottle of baijiu and drank from it, muttering expressionlessly.

"Mother-in-law, you left the year before last. This year isn't even over yet, and Father-in-law has gone too.

Maybe it's for the best. I know you two suffered terribly all these years, often washing your faces with tears."

Several strings of crystalline frost hung over the portraits on the old couple's tombstones, like frozen tears congealed in the bitter cold.

After glancing at the portraits, his emotions stirred, and he continued murmuring.

"Last night, my great vengeance was finally avenged. Maybe I'll be joining you soon. My parents are gone too. I have nothing left to cling to."

"If there's one regret, it's that I hate myself for not taking proper care of my wife and daughter back then!"

The more Fang Bai spoke, the more agitated he became. Tears slid onto the family photo. He wiped them away with his right hand, only to find that even more tears fell.

Besides him standing in the center, the photo showed an adorable four-year-old girl holding a rag doll and a beautiful woman in a Large Swing Skirt. Smiles bloomed across the faces of the family of three, as if they could melt everything.

Thinking of those two people who had always lingered in his heart, Fang Bai felt as though his heart were being carved apart by a sharp blade.

In October 2001, his five-year-old daughter was struck by a car outside her kindergarten. The car ran over her twice, ending her life on the spot.

After both families learned the news, they fell into extreme grief. His wife wanted justice, yet she had to endure people pointing fingers at her and accusing her of neglecting the child to extort money. In the end, she suffered a mental breakdown and, after several days of depression, threw herself into a river.

At that time, losing his closest family members one after another left Fang Bai so grief-stricken that he could not even cry. It was as though his soul had been hollowed out, leaving behind only an empty shell. Every day, he showed people an expressionless face. Quite a few people mocked him behind his back. "A guy like him, always out there doing business, must have long since trained himself to wear many faces. He has no human warmth at all. His wife and child died, yet no one ever saw him shed a single tear."

"His wife dressed so prettily, but they didn't raise their child properly. No matter how much money he made, it was useless. Maybe his money wasn't clean to begin with. Karma came for him."

Back then, Fang Bai wanted to tear those foul-mouthed people apart.

But he wanted even more to butcher the driver!

Yet the driver who caused the accident had fled. The family reported it to the police, but there was nothing they could do. For all sorts of reasons, the culprit could not be found.

There had not been many witnesses at the scene. By the time Fang Bai learned of the accident, rushed back from out of town, investigated, and offered generous rewards to several witnesses, he learned that it had likely been a blue BMW 7 Series with five linked license plates, possibly driven by someone drunk. After running over her a second time, it had fled without a trace.

Over the following years, Fang Bai paid a huge price to investigate and finally found the murderer: Song Jian, the eldest son of Xingcheng Group's Chairman and one of its vice presidents.

No wonder the police had been helpless. Xingcheng Group was powerful and influential in Wen City, with wealth ranked among the top.

That family was no good either. They had harmed plenty of people.

For many years after that, Fang Bai never found an opportunity to strike, while Song Jian grew into middle age.

Unexpectedly, Heaven had eyes. During that special period, on New Year's Eve, three generations of the family could only stay at home, and even their bodyguards had withdrawn.

Using vegetable delivery as an excuse, Fang Bai slipped into the villa compound and took the chance to poison them.

Three generations of the family were all given lethal poison. Fang Bai finished off the murderer himself, ensuring they were dead beyond doubt. It could be considered ridding the people of evil.

Suddenly, Fang Bai saw more than a dozen criminal police officers closing in on him from afar. Well, what was coming had finally come.

Cameras were everywhere now. No matter how he covered his tracks, he could not escape. Besides, he was already wanted.

Fang Bai did not panic. Instead, he opened his phone and typed three messages.

"This vengeance was not left unavenged. The time simply had not come!"

"No matter how rich and powerful you, Song Jian, were, you were still nothing but a cheap life. Killing your family was like crushing ants!"

"If there is another life, I'll still send you to hell!"

After editing the messages, Fang Bai posted them to his social media feed and various video platforms, then posted evidence of Song Jian's family's crimes. It quickly drew attention from some people.

At first, it was nothing much. But several hours after Fang Bai took poison and died, it shocked the entire internet and became trending news.

After reading the news, some rich and powerful people remained silent for a long time, then warned their children not to casually bully people weaker than themselves, lest they drag the whole family down with them.

Fang Bai had a dream. He dreamed that he had returned to his high school years.

When he woke again, he found himself lying in a hospital bed, with sharp pain in the middle three fingers of his right hand.

The pain had awakened him!

He stared fixedly at the middle three fingers of his right hand. The middle and distal phalanges had been severed, and though they had now been reattached and sutured, the wounds remained red and swollen, streaked with bright blood. It was unbearable to look at.

This was the injury he had suffered at eighteen, when he accidentally operated a plate shearing machine and severed the middle and distal phalanges of the middle three fingers on his right hand.

He shifted his gaze to the crude, cramped, dimly lit ward: a cement floor, somewhat gray walls and gray bedsheets, four simple wooden beds, and a conspicuous old red thermos beside each bed. There was no air conditioner or fan, and noisy sounds drifted in from the corridor from time to time.

There were also two pale-faced patients lying in the ward, along with three family members. Two of them mechanically waved handwoven bamboo fans while chatting about everyday matters to pass the time.

The strong smell of medicine, pungent disinfectant, sour rot, and the sour stench of shoes mingled together, assaulting Fang Bai's nose.

At the same time, the nerve endings around his wounds continuously sent stinging signals to his brain, making him grit his teeth and shiver.

He suddenly realized that this was not a dream!

It was absolutely not a dream!

This was exactly the scene after his surgery back then, and dreams did not leave pain after one woke up.

The room before him was all too familiar. Room 303, Wencheng People's Hospital. He had spent two of the hardest weeks of his life here.

During the first few nights after surgery, the pain in his fingers constantly battered his brain, making sleep impossible. That memory had long seeped into his bones.

He remembered how, during that time after surgery, confusion, regret, and all sorts of complicated emotions had filled his heart.

After a while, Fang Bai figured out what had happened.

He had been reborn!

But why had he been reborn from 2020 all the way back to 1990?

If that was the case, then being reborn was good. Even if his three fingers had been badly injured, at least he could still save his wife.

Whenever he recalled holding the cold bodies of his departed wife and daughter all those years later, he still felt agonized, regretting that he had been away on a business trip instead of at his wife's side.

Never before had he wanted rebirth so desperately.

He had hoped Heaven would give him another chance, let him start over, and allow him to make up for his regrets.

Who would have thought he had really been reborn!

Fang Bai's body trembled with excitement, and tears streamed down his face.

At that moment, the door creaked open. A thin middle-aged woman walked in. She was about 1.6 meters tall, simply dressed, with a bundle of dry yellow hair. She carried a bag of apples, and worry hung on her yellowed, rough face, which held no trace of brightness.

The first person the woman saw upon entering was Fang Bai. She walked to his bed, placed the fruit on the metal cabinet, and said gently, "Son, Mom bought you some apples. The doctor said vitamins will help your recovery."

She sighed. Noticing the tears in Fang Bai's eyes, she could not help wiping them away. What she feared most was that her child would do something foolish.

The family had already lived a difficult life, and now things had only gotten worse. She knew her son was suffering, so she had to appear strong.

After thinking for a moment, she nagged again, "Sigh, don't dwell too much on what has already happened. There's still a long road ahead."

"Mom, I'm fine. Even if my right hand can't do manual labor, I still have my left hand. I can do other things." Fang Bai forced out a smile.

His family came from a village near Yongjia County in Wen City, where there were nine parts mountains, half a part water, and half a part farmland. In reality, each person had less than three-tenths of a mu of farmland.

Therefore, they could only go into the city to take temporary labor jobs to survive, usually at shoe factories, Valve Factories, button factories, or foundries.

A few years ago, private enterprises had only just been opened up, and it was still possible to find work. If it had been a few years earlier, simply avoiding starvation would have been good enough.

"Mm. Since you only finished the college entrance exam two or three months ago, how about repeating a year and trying for university? Maybe if you work hard, you can get in. Don't worry about the money."

"Mom, I'll think about it carefully." Fang Bai nodded.

In this era, getting into either an undergraduate program or a vocational college was extremely difficult. Back then, the gap between the Vocational College Line and the Undergraduate Line was very small. His college entrance exam score was still forty points below the Regular Undergraduate line and was also quite far from the vocational college line. (Hebei science key 548, undergraduate 521, vocational 491; 1991 Zhejiang science key 547, undergraduate 524, vocational 507)

Since he had not gotten into an undergraduate program or vocational college, and his family was not well-off, he had not planned to repeat the year. He had simply wanted to start earning money early to support the family.

After the college entrance exam, he had planned to work in a factory. On one hand, it was to accumulate capital. On the other, it was to familiarize himself with the various processes in large factories so that he could eventually strike out on his own.

Around Wen City, poor people sought change and looked for a way out, so there were countless workshops of all sizes. Even with only a small lathe, or sometimes no equipment at all, someone could become a small boss.

Fang Bai had worked as an apprentice at a machinery factory. While operating the plate shearing machine, he carelessly cut off his own fingers.

According to what had happened in his previous life, the factory owner had refused to bear responsibility for his medical and hospitalization expenses. He claimed that Fang Bai had caused the accident by failing to follow equipment operating procedures and was not even a formal employee. He had even refused to settle Fang Bai's wages and cursed him as a "jinx"!

At the time, Fang Bai and his family did not understand the law. Besides, in that era, there was no real labor arbitration or compensation mechanism to pursue.

In truth, even if they had understood the law, it would have been hard to get paid.

Such accidents happened frequently in machinery factories. Most owners only cared about profit. Asking them to pay compensation now? They would never agree. Don't even think about it!

In this life, Fang Bai did not intend to let it go so easily!

The money his parents had painstakingly saved had all been used to pay for his medical and hospitalization bills. Moreover, there was still his Younger Sister, who was in middle school and needed to be cared for.

"Then think it over carefully. I'll peel you an apple."

After seeing him fall silent for a while, his mother took a string of keys tied together with hemp rope from her pocket, pulled out a small knife, wiped it on her clothes, and only then picked up an apple and began peeling it.

Her knuckles were covered in calluses, etched with the marks of time. Thin strips of apple peel curled into rings and fell into the dustpan. The sight made Fang Bai's heart ache.

After peeling the apple, she handed it to Fang Bai. He took it with his left hand. "Mom, peel one for yourself too."

"Mom already tasted one when I bought them."

Fang Bai froze for a moment. His mother simply could not bear to eat one herself, and persuasion would be useless. He sighed inwardly, held back his tears, and bit into the apple despite himself.

Apples were not cheap these days. Six or seven jin might equal an ordinary person's daily income, and rural families were reluctant to spend money on them.

Everyone in the ward heard the mother and son talking. One elderly woman around seventy muttered in Oujiang dialect, "So pitiful. Losing fingers at such a young age, he'll have a hard time making a living later. It'll be hard, hard to find a wife too."

Fang Bai's mother, Liu Fengqing, understood the Oujiang dialect and was somewhat unhappy. "Making money doesn't necessarily depend on physical labor. He can study well and rely on knowledge too. He can marry an educated woman in the future."

"He'd need to get into a good university for that. Didn't the young man fail to get into university?"

"My son's grades weren't bad to begin with. He can repeat a year and get into an even better university."

"Even repeating a year doesn't mean he can get into university. It isn't easy to marry an educated wife, and the bride price won't be small."

Fang Bai gave his mother a look, signaling her not to keep arguing with the old woman. The woman was far too bored and would definitely chatter on endlessly. She was practically begging for someone to argue with her.

They could not hit her, and they had to worry about her throwing a tantrum, lying on the ground, and faking an injury. Wouldn't that just invite trouble?

Just as the old woman finished speaking,

A girl about 1.67 meters tall walked in, with two braids and an age of roughly seventeen or eighteen.

She wore an artsy khaki plaid Large Swing Skirt that exposed a small section of her fair, smooth ankles, along with white canvas shoes. Her plain white T-shirt was tucked into the skirt, outlining a slender, supple waist while also making her chest appear full and round, slightly blocking the view below.

At that moment, panic covered her delicate face. Beads of sweat already covered her snowy forehead, and a trail of sweat ran down her left cheek into her fair, tender neck.

The instant she saw Fang Bai lying on the hospital bed, tears streamed down her face as she threw herself onto him and began crying.

"Fang Bai, sob, sob... I finally came back during the National Day holiday. I went to your factory to wait for you after work, but your coworkers told me you'd had an accident and were sent to the hospital. I thought you were gone. You scared me to tears.

I searched through several wards before finding you. Where are you hurt?"

"Dummy, it's nothing serious. I'm already better." Fang Bai felt her body shaking violently, like a helpless flower swaying in a storm.

With his left hand, he gently stroked her tear-streaked little face. Her tears fell onto the back of his hand, reflecting her clear, bright eyes.

Seeing her like this, Fang Bai's eyes were full of tenderness and heartache. He knew Qin Shuyu rarely took the initiative to talk to others unless she had no choice.

The two had met as deskmates in their first year of high school. Back then, Qin Shuyu was somewhat socially anxious. For more than half a year, she had never voluntarily exchanged a single bit of idle chatter with Fang Bai, much less with other boys. She seemed aloof. When Fang Bai asked her something, she would only respond with "Mm" or "Oh."

Fang Bai had a more lively personality. He helped her fend off quite a few admirers and carelessly confiscated the love letters sent to her, which affected his own grades somewhat.

Qin Shuyu felt guilty when she saw Fang Bai's grades decline. In the second semester of their first year, she began helping him solve problems. At first, she only wrote without speaking. Later, as they communicated more, she gradually began talking more.

But around other boys, she still wore that cold expression that kept people at arm's length. Most of her admirers disappeared, and even girls were not very willing to talk to her.

After their second-year arts-and-sciences class division, they were still classmates. There were no longer boys and girls seated together, but they were in the front and back rows and remained that way until graduation.

Qin Shuyu did not understand what love was and had never thought about dating. Yet during holidays, if she did not see Fang Bai for several days, she would feel lonely.

During the winter vacation of their final high school year, the two accidentally bumped lips while shopping. Fang Bai jokingly said that after bumping lips, they were bound as husband and wife. Unexpectedly, Qin Shuyu, who knew nothing about romance, took it seriously. The two foolishly established a romantic relationship, though neither their parents nor the school knew.

Because of that, Fang Bai called her "Dummy," and Qin Shuyu found it rather intimate.

Now, hearing Fang Bai call her that, Qin Shuyu finally relaxed. She stopped crying, only then noticing the woman beside them and the people in the ward. Slightly embarrassed, she hurriedly wiped away her tears.

Anyone with eyes could tell that this pretty girl had a special relationship with Fang Bai. The old woman who had just argued with Fang Bai's mother could not stand seeing others happy and abruptly said sourly, "Three fingers were cut off. That's no small matter. He won't be able to do heavy work anymore."

Fang Bai's mother, Liu Fengqing, glared fiercely at the old woman, who was full of malicious intentions and wanted to ruin her son's prospects.

No way!

Still, this was also the first time she had seen her son being so close to a girl. After examining her carefully, Liu Fengqing saw that she was dressed neatly and cleanly, and that her figure had some substance up top. No need to worry about the children lacking milk powder. Her backside was a little small, but it would do.

Was this really her son's girlfriend?

She would have to ask him properly later.

When Qin Shuyu saw the wound on Fang Bai's right hand, she was shocked. Her heart aching, she burst into tears again. "You said it was nothing, but your fingers were cut off! It must hurt terribly, right?"

"A little."

Fang Bai comforted her and wiped away her tears again. "It's really fine. They've already been reattached, so don't worry. I might just be unable to do heavy work in the future."

Yet Qin Shuyu said with a solemn expression, "Fang Bai, you'll get better. Even if you can't do heavy work, it's okay. Once I graduate from university and start working, I can support you."

"Then I'll be living off a rich woman in the future—a graduate from a prestigious university, too. Haha."

Fang Bai joked with a laugh. Qin Shuyu had excellent grades and had been admitted to the accounting program at Shencheng University of Finance and Economics. The alumni of that awesome accounting program all ended up "operating sewing machines."

Hearing this, the old woman's face lengthened. Her own son was nearly thirty-five and still had not found a wife, yet a poor cripple had such a lovely girlfriend.

Why?

And how could there be such a foolish girl? She was even a university student. Had studying made her stupid?

To people of the older generation, their children's marriages were like tumors in the parents' hearts. They had to be dealt with.

The more she thought about it, the more uncomfortable the old woman felt.

Her husband, who had a broken bone, told her the water was gone and that he wanted a drink. She immediately bristled like an angry rooster, switched into combat mode, and shouted at him, "Your brain's full of water already! What are you drinking for?"

The entire ward was startled, and everyone turned to stare at her.

The old woman snorted. Feeling embarrassed, she grabbed the thermos, turned around, and hurried out of the ward.

After the old woman left,

Fang Bai noticed the impatient, probing look in his mother's eyes. He casually brushed it off. "Mom, this is my high school classmate, Qin Shuyu."

Liu Fengqing glared at him. High school classmate? Did he take her for an idiot?

"Hello, Auntie!"

Qin Shuyu was slightly reserved, but she still greeted Fang Bai's mother generously.

Her eyes beneath thick lashes were lively as water. Even in the dim light, they shone like pearls. She was gentle and well-behaved, and that alone won Liu Fengqing over. Where had this brat found such a girl? His taste was just as good as his father's.

"Ah, hello, Xiao Yu. You're so pretty.

Sigh, it's just that what happened to Fang Bai was terribly unlucky."

Naturally, Liu Fengqing sided with her son. After finally finding such a bargain daughter-in-law, she would not casually push her away.

Seeing the old woman storm out of the ward in anger again, Liu Fengqing felt quite pleased. Who said her son could not find a wife? Wasn't there one right in front of her? And she was beautiful, too.

"Auntie, let bygones be bygones. I don't mind. As long as Fang Bai comes around, that's enough." Qin Shuyu comforted her as she looked gently at Fang Bai.

She was merely afraid of social interaction. That did not mean she was unintelligent or incapable of saying something pleasant.

Listening to Qin Shuyu, Fang Bai also thought of his father-in-law's family and felt somewhat guilty.

His father-in-law ran a small mechanical workshop. Its main equipment consisted of a secondhand CA6140 ordinary lathe and a secondhand Z3032 Radial Drilling Machine, and it specialized in subcontracting work.

In those days, owning a workshop with equipment worth tens of thousands of yuan was truly impressive.

It was just that his father-in-law had been used to waiting for orders to come to him, so the business had never expanded quickly.

After Fang Bai was injured in his previous life, he could no longer do manual labor. He became a middleman for industrial valves, struggling along for more than two years before seeing some success. Then he brought his father-in-law plenty of work, and the two drank together and called each other brothers.

Until one drinking session, Fang Bai let something slip. His father-in-law discovered that Fang Bai had run off with his daughter, grabbed a bottle, and chased him through three streets while cursing, "You little bastard! I called you brother and made money with you, and in the end you wanted to take advantage of my daughter! You little bastard, don't run!"

In truth, his father-in-law had not looked down on him. Fang Bai was quite capable when it came to finding business, but he absolutely did not want to marry his college-educated daughter to someone who had lost a finger and never attended university.

Later, unable to overcome his own daughter's stubborn insistence, he could only give up.

After the two married, his father-in-law had Fang Bai continue working with him to expand the small workshop. His father-in-law handled internal matters while Fang Bai handled external ones.

His father-in-law had only one daughter. He had once had a younger son as well, but the boy drowned. After that, he did not dare have another child. In the end, he was also a man with a bitter fate.

After Fang Bai partnered with his father-in-law, the small workshop flourished.

Although they had no brand or technology of their own, market demand was huge, and the major factories could not handle all their orders. By subcontracting for those large factories alone, they rapidly built a processing plant with thirty or forty employees within a few years, bought cars, and were considered quite wealthy by the late 1990s.

But later, Fang Bai's daughter died in an accident, and his wife was taken from him as well. The double blow instantly shattered the family. Both men were drowned in grief and had no mind for business.

The processing plant gradually declined. By the time Fang Bai came to his senses again several years later, he had already missed the best opportunity for growth.

In truth, after experiencing the loss of loved ones, he had become rather indifferent toward money.

Having returned to this life, Fang Bai did not have an intense desire for wealth. As long as both families could live happily and peacefully, that was enough.

However, that was certainly impossible given his current poverty. He still had to marry Qin Shuyu and give their children a better living environment. The pain that had once been seared into his bones would never be allowed to happen again. Absolutely not!

As for Song Jian and Xingcheng Group, he could only deal with them once his power and influence surpassed theirs.

Fang Bai lay in bed, recalling matters from his previous life. During that time, a nurse came in once to disinfect his wound and change the dressing.

Qin Shuyu was exhausted in both body and mind. She pulled over a stool, gathered her skirt around her legs, and rested directly beside his bed for a while. After waking, she feared Fang Bai might be bored and went outside the hospital to buy a few things.

More than ten minutes later, Fang Bai saw the hem of a skirt swaying at the doorway and knew Qin Shuyu had returned. She carried a bag of fruit and two newspapers.

Liu Fengqing quickly took the fruit and smilingly said Xiao Yu was too polite. Qin Shuyu said it was nothing, while the other patients and their families in the ward felt that Qin Shuyu was a well-mannered and sensible girl.

Seeing the newspapers, Fang Bai was just about to use them to learn about current events.

The moment he picked up a newspaper, a virtual screen suddenly appeared before his eyes. It startled him, and he thought blood loss had made his vision blur.

[Fang Bai]

[Age: 18]

[Index Finger: LV1. Any book touched by the right hand doubles learning, memory, and comprehension ability.]

[Middle Finger: LV1. Any machine or equipment touched by the right hand can undergo fault analysis.]

[Ring Finger: LV1. By shaking hands with someone, can learn information about the other person's past day and their current inner thoughts. Limited to one person per day.]

[Hint: LV1. Finger recovery at 20%. Each level gained increases recovery by 10%. Use this function?]

After reading the contents of the screen, Fang Bai was certain that his vision was not simply blurry.

In the years of his later life, he had read quite a few novels and was fairly adaptable to such strange new things. He had obtained a Golden Finger!

And he had three Golden Fingers!

Good heavens!

When he silently activated the recovery function, a wave of comfort instantly spread through his three middle fingers. There was no longer any stabbing pain!

Moreover, he could move them slightly, though only a little. After all, he had just undergone surgery.

But Fang Bai saw hope!

As long as he raised their levels, his fingers could recover completely!

The unexpected delight made a smile appear on his face.

Seeing Fang Bai smile, Qin Shuyu asked curiously, "What are you smiling about?"

"Uh, nothing. You're tired, so get some more rest. I'll read the newspaper a little longer."

When Fang Bai saw Qin Shuyu looking over, he noticed that she could not see the virtual screen before him. It seemed that only he could see it.

Qin Shuyu gave an "Mm," then lay beside his bed again, intending to doze off for a while. She had spent more than ten hours on a bus from Shen City back to Wen City. She had only arrived this morning and had gone to find Fang Bai before getting proper rest. Who knew she would run into this situation? She was exhausted in body and mind.

Fang Bai's mother did not want to disturb the young couple, so she left the ward to take a walk.

Fang Bai gently stroked Qin Shuyu's shoulder with his left hand, unconcerned with the looks of the others in the ward.

Qin Shuyu shifted closer to him. Only when she felt Fang Bai's hand resting on her did she feel at ease, and before long, she fell asleep again.

Fang Bai continued operating the virtual screen. With a silent thought, the screen closed.

With another silent thought, it opened again. It was really convenient.

The system did not go beep beep beep, so it lacked a little interaction.

He silently opened the upgrade requirements, and they quickly appeared on the virtual screen.

[Index Finger upgrade method: Get into a Regular undergraduate program +LV1; get into a Key University undergraduate program +LV2; get into a Key University graduate program +LV1; graduate from a top university graduate program +LV2; earn a doctorate +LV2.]

[Obtain academic honors: +LV0.01-LV1]

[Current education: High school graduate.]

[Middle Finger upgrade method: Personal wealth of 100,000 yuan advances it to LV2. Every tenfold increase thereafter raises it by one level.]

[Current wealth: 2.13 yuan.]

[Ring Finger upgrade method: To upgrade to LV2, the Network Count of people with social status must reach 20.]

[LV3: 40. Every doubling thereafter raises it by one level.]

[Ordinary network +1, elite network +2, top-tier network +3.]

[Current Network Count: 0.]

Fang Bai quickly understood that the upgrade methods were crude and straightforward, yet they felt quite reasonable.

With such requirements, the system wanted him to become a Study Ace, a technological talent, and a business talent. If he simply chose to lie flat, it would be somewhat wasteful to have these Golden Fingers.

At the same time, it imposed higher requirements on his personal connections. It was not enough to merely know someone. He had to understand that person's circumstances, have a certain cooperative relationship with them, or be able to receive help from them when needed. Only people with a certain social standing counted as connections recognized by the Golden Finger.

A successful businessman definitely needed connections in every field, needed to build cooperative relationships, share resources and experience, and jointly drive business development. Otherwise, it would be difficult for a business to grow.

The business world was also a circle built on personal relationships.

After seeing these functions, Fang Bai roughly understood which path he would take in the future.

All readers are welcome to bookmark this. If you spot any problems, feel free to point them out. As long as they are reasonable, this old farmer can make timely revisions. Thank you for your suggestions. There are bound to be some unreasonable parts, so please understand.

The plot of the previous life was painful and heavy, but this was not a story that tortured the protagonist. There were no disgusting clichés, so please read with ease.