I Have Three Golden Fingers!

The first day of the Lunar New Year, 2020.

In Wen City, on the nameless hill of graves, the winter chill was particularly biting.

Freezing rain had just passed, leaving the air with a frigid quality that seemed to solidify the very space around it.

Frost hung from the tree branches, and on the grass near the tombstones, the bitter wind had killed every blade, leaving only withered, desolate stalks that drooped like sorrowful corpses.

The sky was a dull gray, shrouded in dark clouds, as if the entire world had fallen into a state of gloom.

At the summit, before a row of frost-covered tombstones, a man of about fifty knelt, unbothered by the piercing wind.

In his right hand, he held a family portrait; the middle three fingers bore distinct, jagged scars, as if they had been severed by something long ago.

His left hand clutched a bottle of strong white liquor, and he murmured to himself, his expression blank.

"Mother-in-law, you left the year before last, and before this year could even finish, Father-in-law has followed you."

"It is better this way. I know how much you both suffered over these years, often washing your faces with tears."

On the portraits attached to the tombstones, strings of crystalline frost hung like frozen tears, solidified by the cold.

He glanced at the photos, his emotions flickering, and continued to mutter:

"The great vengeance was exacted last night. Perhaps I will join you soon. My parents are gone, too; I have nothing left to hold onto."

"If I have any regrets, it is only that I failed to protect my wife and daughter back then!"

As Fang Bai spoke, his agitation grew. Tears slid onto the family portrait, and when he tried to wipe them away with his right hand, he found that even more fell.

In the photo, besides him standing in the center, there was a cute four-year-old girl clutching a ragdoll and a beautiful woman in a wide-skirted dress. The three of them were beaming with smiles that seemed capable of melting anything.

Recalling these two people who constantly haunted his heart, Fang Bai felt a pain as if a sharp blade were carving through his soul.

In October 2001, his five-year-old daughter was struck by a car at the entrance of her kindergarten. She was run over twice, ending her life on the spot.

When both families heard the news, they were plunged into extreme grief. His wife, wanting to seek justice, had to endure the pointing fingers of those around her, who claimed she hadn't watched the child properly and was only trying to extort money. Her mental state collapsed, and after a few days of depression, she threw herself into the river.

At that time, the successive loss of his closest kin left Fang Bai so choked with grief that he couldn't even cry. His soul felt drained, his body nothing more than an empty shell. He faced everyone with a blank expression, leading many to mock him behind his back: "Look at that man. He's been running businesses for so long he's become a two-faced creature with no human warmth. His wife and child died, and he didn't even shed a single tear."

"His wife dressed so beautifully, yet he couldn't even raise his child well. No matter how much money he makes, it's useless. Perhaps his money isn't even clean—it's just karma."

Back then, Fang Bai wanted to tear those gossiping mouths apart.

But he wanted to slaughter the driver even more!

However, the driver had fled. His family reported it to the police, but it was hopeless; for various reasons, the culprit could not be found.

There were few witnesses at the scene. By the time Fang Bai learned of the accident, rushed back from out of town, and offered heavy rewards to witnesses, he discovered it was a blue BMW 7 Series with a repeating license plate, suspected of drunk driving, which had fled after running the child over a second time.

Years later, Fang Bai spent a great price to investigate and finally identified the murderer: the eldest son of the Xingcheng Group chairman, the vice president, Song Jian.

No wonder the police report had been useless; the Xingcheng Group was powerful and wealthy, ranking among the top in Wen City.

That family was no good either, having harmed many people over the years.

For many years after, Fang Bai never found an opportunity to strike, and Song Jian had reached middle age.

Unexpectedly, the heavens had eyes. During this special period, the three generations of the family were forced to stay home during the Lunar New Year's Eve, and even their bodyguards had been withdrawn.

Fang Bai infiltrated the villa area under the guise of delivering vegetables and seized the chance to poison them.

All three generations were struck by a lethal toxin, and Fang Bai finished off the murderer himself, ensuring he was dead beyond any doubt—a service to the people.

Suddenly, Fang Bai saw over a dozen criminal police officers approaching him from the distance. Ah, what was meant to come had finally arrived.

Nowadays, cameras were everywhere. No matter how he tried to cover his tracks, he couldn't escape, and he was already a wanted man.

Fang Bai did not panic. Instead, he opened his phone and edited three posts:

"This vengeance was not unrequited; the time had simply not yet arrived!"

"No matter how wealthy or powerful you, Song Jian, may be, your life is just as cheap. Killing your whole family is like crushing ants!"

"If there is an afterlife, I will send you to hell all over again!"

After editing the messages, Fang Bai posted them to his social media and various video platforms, along with the evidence of the Song family's crimes. It quickly drew attention.

At first, it was nothing, but a few hours after Fang Bai committed suicide by taking poison, it shocked the entire internet and became a trending news topic.

Some wealthy and powerful figures remained silent for a long time after reading the news, warning their children not to bully those weaker than themselves, lest they drag their entire family down with them.

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

When he woke up again, he found himself lying on a hospital bed, a sharp, throbbing pain coming from the middle three fingers of his right hand.

The pain had woken him!

He stared fixedly at the middle three fingers of his right hand. The middle phalanges had been severed and were now stitched back together, but the wound remained red and swollen, stained with fresh blood that was unbearable to look at.

This was the accident from when he was eighteen, when he had misoperated a shearing machine, severing the middle and distal phalanges of the three middle fingers of his right hand.

He looked away, his gaze shifting to the crude, narrow, and dimly lit hospital ward: cement floors, slightly gray walls, and gray bedsheets. There were four simple wooden beds, each with a red, old-fashioned thermos standing out prominently by the bedside. There was no air conditioning or fan, and noisy sounds drifted in from the hallway from time to time.

In the ward, there were two pale-faced patients lying in their beds, along with three family members. Two of them were waving handmade bamboo fans mechanically, chatting about daily life to pass the time.

The thick smell of medicine, the pungent scent of disinfectant, and the odor of rot and sour shoes mixed together, assaulting Fang Bai's sense of smell.

At the same time, the nerve endings at the wound site continuously sent sharp signals of pain to his brain, making him unable to help but wince and shiver.

He suddenly realized that this was not a dream!

It was absolutely not a dream!

This was exactly the scene following his surgery back then, and there was never any sensation of pain after waking from a dream.

The room before his eyes was all too familiar: Room 303 of Wencheng People's Hospital, where he had once spent the two most agonizing weeks of his life.

During the first few nights after the surgery, the pain in his fingers had constantly assaulted his brain, making it impossible for him to sleep; this memory was etched into his very bones.

He remembered that period after the surgery, filled with confusion, regret, and a complex mix of emotions that had flooded his heart.

A moment later, Fang Bai understood the situation.

He had been reborn!

But how had he traveled back from 2020 to 1990?

If this was the case, then being reborn was for the best; even with three fingers severely injured, he could at least save his wife.

In those years, every time he recalled holding the cold, lifeless bodies of his wife and daughter, he was still filled with grief and regret that he had been away on a business trip and not by his wife's side!

He had never longed for rebirth so desperately!

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

He couldn't believe it—he really had been reborn!

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

Just then, the door creaked open, and a thin, middle-aged woman walked in. She was about 1.6 meters tall, dressed simply, with her withered, yellowing hair tied in a bundle. She carried a bag of apples, and her sallow, rough face was etched with a sorrow that lacked any luster.

The woman's first sight upon entering was Fang Bai. She walked to his bedside, placed the fruit on the tin cabinet, and said gently, "Son, Mom bought you some apples. The doctor said that getting more vitamins will help with your recovery."

She sighed, noticing the tears in Fang Bai's eyes, and couldn't help but wipe them away for him; she feared nothing more than her child losing hope.

Their family was already living a difficult life, and now things had gone from bad to worse. She knew her son was in great pain, so she had to appear strong.

After a moment's thought, she nagged, "Oh, don't dwell on the past anymore. There is still a long road ahead in the future."

"Mom, I'm fine. If I can't do manual labor with my right hand, I still have my left. I can do other things," Fang Bai said, forcing a smile.

His home was in a rural area near Yongjia County, Wencheng, a place of nine mountains, half water, and half farmland, where the actual per capita arable land was less than a third of a mu.

Because of this, they had to go into the city to take on odd jobs to make ends meet, usually working in shoe factories, valve factories, button factories, or foundries.

A few years ago, when private enterprises had just opened up, it was still possible to find work; if it had been any earlier, just not starving to death would have been a success.

"Well, since you just finished the college entrance exam two or three months ago, why not repeat a year and go to university? Perhaps if you work hard, you can get in. Don't worry about the money."

"Mom, I will think it over carefully," Fang Bai nodded.

In this era, the difficulty of getting into a regular undergraduate or vocational college was immense. Back then, the gap between the vocational college line and the undergraduate line was very small, and his exam score was 40 points below the regular undergraduate line and quite a bit below the vocational college line as well.

Having failed to get into an undergraduate or vocational college, and considering the family's poor financial situation, he hadn't planned on repeating a year; he had simply wanted to get out early to earn money to support the family.

After the exam, he had intended to work in a factory, partly to accumulate capital and partly to familiarize himself with the various processes of large factories so that he could strike out on his own later.

In Wencheng, people sought change when they were poor to find a way out, so there were countless workshops, large and small. Even with just a small lathe or even no equipment at all, one could become a small boss.

Fang Bai had been an apprentice at a machinery factory, and while operating a shearing machine, he had accidentally cut off his fingers.

According to his previous life, the factory owner had refused to take responsibility for the medical and hospital expenses, claiming that Fang Bai had caused the incident by not following equipment operating procedures. Furthermore, since he wasn't a formal employee, the boss didn't even want to pay his wages and had cursed him as a "jinx"!

At the time, Fang Bai and his family didn't understand the law, and in that era, there was no labor arbitration or compensation mechanism to turn to.

In reality, even if they had understood the law, it would have been difficult to collect the wages.

Such accidents happened frequently in machinery factories. Most bosses cared only about profit; if you asked them for money now, they certainly wouldn't be happy—it was out of the question!

In this life, Fang Bai would not let it end like that!

The money his parents had worked so hard to save had all been used to pay for his medical and hospital bills, not to mention that there was still a Younger Sister in middle school who needed to be taken care of.

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

Seeing him silent for a moment, his mother took a key strung on a hemp rope from her pocket, took out a small knife, wiped it on her clothes, and then picked up an apple to start peeling.

Her knuckles were covered in calluses, carved with the traces of time. A thin layer of peel curled into rings and fell into the dustpan. Everything he saw made Fang Bai feel deeply heartbroken.

After the apple was peeled, she handed it to Fang Bai, who took it with his left hand. "Mom, you should peel one for yourself to eat, too."

"I tasted one when I bought them."

Fang Bai froze for a moment. His mother was simply reluctant to eat it, and trying to persuade her was useless. He sighed inwardly, holding back his tears, and took a bite of the apple, feeling useless.

Apples weren't cheap in these times; six or seven jin could equal a person's daily income, and rural families couldn't bear to spend money on them.

As the mother and son talked, the others in the same ward heard them. One old woman, about seventy years old, muttered, "How pitiful. To have his fingers cut off at such a young age—it'll be hard to make a living later, and even harder to find a wife."

The old woman spoke in the Oujiang dialect. Fang Bai's mother heard her and was somewhat displeased: "Making money doesn't have to rely on manual labor. If you study well and get out there, you can rely on your education. In the future, he'll marry someone educated, too."

"That requires getting into a good university, doesn't it? The young man didn't pass the exam."

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

"It's hard to get into university even if you repeat a year now. It's not easy to marry an educated wife; the bride price is quite high, you know."

Fang Bai shot his mother a look, signaling her to stop arguing with the old woman. That woman was tiresome and would surely drone on endlessly, desperate for someone to bicker with.

They couldn't hit her, and they had to worry about her throwing a tantrum or lying on the floor to extort them; it would only be asking for trouble.

Just as the old woman finished speaking, A girl about 167 centimeters tall walked in, wearing her hair in two small braids. She looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old.

She was dressed in a literary-style khaki plaid skirt that flared out, revealing a glimpse of fair, smooth heels above her white sneakers. Her pure white T-shirt was tucked into the skirt, highlighting a slender, supple waist and accentuating her chest, which slightly obstructed her view as she looked downward.

At this moment, her delicate face was filled with panic. Beads of sweat covered her snow-white forehead, and a trickle of perspiration ran down her left cheek, disappearing into the curve of her tender neck.

Seeing Fang Bai lying in the hospital bed, she instantly burst into tears and threw herself onto him.

"Fang Bai, sob, I finally waited for the National Day holiday to come back, and I went to your factory to wait for you to get off work. Your colleagues told me you had an accident and were sent to the hospital. I thought you were gone, you scared me to death! I searched through so many rooms before I found you. Where are you hurt?"

"Silly girl, it's nothing major. I'm already better." Fang Bai felt her body trembling violently, like a helpless flower swaying in a storm.

His left hand gently stroked her tear-streaked face. The tears sliding onto the back of his hand reflected the clarity and brightness of her eyes.

Seeing her like this, Fang Bai's heart was filled with tenderness and heartache. He knew that Qin Shuyu rarely took the initiative to communicate with others unless absolutely necessary.

They had met as desk-mates in their first year of high school. Back then, Qin Shuyu had mild social anxiety. For over half a year, she hadn't initiated a single casual conversation with Fang Bai, let alone other boys, appearing somewhat aloof. When Fang Bai asked her questions, she would only respond with "Mm" or "Oh."

Fang Bai had a more outgoing personality; he had blocked many suitors for her and even confiscated her love letters with a thick-skinned indifference, which had somewhat affected his own grades.

Seeing Fang Bai's grades drop, Qin Shuyu felt guilty. In the second semester of their freshman year, she began helping him solve problems. At first, she would only write them out without speaking, but as they interacted more, she gradually became more talkative.

However, toward other boys, she maintained that same icy, distant expression. Most of her suitors faded away, and even other girls were reluctant to interact with her.

After they were sorted into liberal arts and sciences in their second year, they remained in the same class. They weren't desk-mates anymore, but they sat one behind the other, a dynamic that lasted until they graduated high school.

Qin Shuyu didn't understand what romance was and had never thought about it, but during holidays, she would feel a sense of loneliness if she didn't see Fang Bai for a few days.

During the winter break of their senior year, they accidentally bumped lips while shopping. Fang Bai joked that since they had kissed, they were officially a couple. Unexpectedly, Qin Shuyu, who knew nothing of romance, took it seriously. They ended up stumbling into a relationship, though neither their parents nor the school knew about it.

Because of that, Fang Bai started calling her "Silly Girl," a nickname Qin Shuyu found quite intimate.

Now, hearing Fang Bai call her that, Qin Shuyu finally felt at ease. She stopped crying and noticed the woman and the others in the room. Feeling a bit awkward, she quickly wiped away her tears.

Anyone with eyes could see the relationship between this beautiful girl and Fang Bai. The old woman, who had just been bickering with Fang Bai's mother, couldn't stand to see others happy. With a sour tone, she blurted out, "Three fingers severed, that's no small matter. He won't be able to do any heavy lifting anymore."

Fang Bai's mother, Liu Fengqing, glared fiercely at the spiteful old woman, who was clearly trying to ruin her son's prospects.

Not a chance!

However, this was the first time she had seen her son so close to a girl. She looked her over carefully: she was clean and tidy, and her figure was well-proportioned—no need to worry about the future—and though she was a bit slender, she was still a catch.

Was this really her son's girlfriend?

She would have to ask properly later.

Seeing the wound on Fang Bai's right hand, Qin Shuyu was terrified. Her heart ached, and she burst into tears again. "You said it was nothing, but your fingers are severed! It must hurt so much, right?"

"It still hurts a little."

Fang Bai comforted her, wiping her tears again. "It's really okay now. They've already been reattached. Don't worry, even if I can't do heavy labor in the future, it's fine."

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

"Then I'll be a kept man, and by a graduate from a prestigious school at that! Haha."

Fang Bai joked. Qin Shuyu had excellent grades and had been admitted to the accounting program at Shencheng University of Finance and Economics—a school whose accounting alumni were famous for "operating sewing machines" in prison.

The old woman nearby heard this and pulled a long face. Her own son was nearly thirty-five and hadn't found a wife, yet this poor cripple had such a lovely partner.

How was that fair?

And how could such a silly girl, a university student at that, be so dim? Had she studied herself stupid?

To the older generation, their children's marriages were a source of constant anxiety; they couldn't rest until they were settled.

Thinking about it, the old woman felt very uncomfortable.

Her husband, who had a broken bone, told her he was out of water and wanted a drink. She immediately bristled like a ruffled rooster and snapped at him, "Your head is full of water already, what else do you need to drink!"

The entire ward was startled, everyone staring at her in unison.

The old woman huffed, feeling embarrassed. She grabbed her thermos and turned to storm out of the room.

After the old woman left, Fang Bai saw his mother's impatient and inquisitive gaze. He brushed it off, saying, "Mom, this is my high school classmate, Qin Shuyu."

Liu Fengqing glared at him. A high school classmate? Did he think she was stupid?

"Hello, Auntie!"

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

Her eyes, framed by thick lashes, were as bright as water. Even in the dim light, they sparkled like pearls. She was quiet and well-behaved, and that alone won Liu Fengqing over. Where did this boy find such a girl? His taste is just as good as his father's.

"Oh, hello, Xiao Yu. You're so beautiful. Sigh, it's just a shame that my Fang Bai had such bad luck."

Liu Fengqing naturally took her son's side; she had finally landed a bargain daughter-in-law, and she wasn't about to let her slip away.

Seeing the old woman chased out of the ward, Liu Fengqing felt quite satisfied. Who said her son couldn't find a wife? Wasn't the girl right in front of her, and a beautiful one at that?

"Auntie, let the past be the past. I don't mind, as long as Fang Bai has moved on," Qin Shuyu comforted her, looking at Fang Bai with tenderness.

She was merely terrified of social interaction, which didn't mean she lacked intelligence or the ability to say the right things.

Listening to Qin Shuyu, Fang Bai was reminded of his father-in-law's home and felt a twinge of guilt.

His father-in-law ran a small mechanical workshop, equipped primarily with a second-hand CA6140 lathe and a second-hand Z3032 Radial Drilling Machine, specializing in contract machining.

In this era, a small workshop with equipment worth tens of thousands of yuan was truly impressive.

It was just that his father-in-law was accustomed to waiting for orders to come to him, so the business never expanded rapidly.

After being injured in his previous life, Fang Bai couldn't do manual labor, so he became a middleman for industrial valves. It took him over two years of struggling to see any success, after which he helped his father-in-law secure many contracts, and the two became drinking buddies.

It wasn't until one night while drinking that Fang Bai let something slip, and his father-in-law realized his daughter had been snatched away by him. He chased Fang Bai for three blocks with a liquor bottle, cursing, "You little bastard! I treated you like a brother and we made money together, and in the end, you wanted to take advantage of my daughter! Don't you run, you little bastard!"

In reality, his father-in-law didn't look down on him; Fang Bai was quite capable when it came to business. However, he absolutely did not want his college-educated daughter to marry a man who had lost a finger and never attended university.

Later, unable to resist his daughter's firm stance, he had no choice but to give in.

After they married, his father-in-law had Fang Bai help him expand the workshop, with him managing the internal operations while Fang Bai handled the external business.

His father-in-law had only one daughter. Years ago, he had a young son, but the boy drowned, and he never dared to have more children. In the end, he was a man who had suffered much.

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

Although they lacked their own brand or proprietary technology, the market demand was high, and orders from large factories were endless. By acting as subcontractors, they were able to grow into a factory with thirty or forty employees within a few years, buy a car, and become local tycoons by the late 1990s.

But later, the accidental death of Fang Bai's daughter also took his wife away. The double blow caused the family to collapse instantly, and both men were so consumed by grief that they had no heart to run the business.

The factory slowly declined, and by the time Fang Bai regained his senses years later, the best opportunity for growth had already passed.

In truth, after experiencing the loss of his loved ones, he became indifferent toward money.

Reborn into this life, Fang Bai didn't have a strong desire for wealth; he only wanted both families to live happy and stable lives.

However, given his current impoverished state, that was impossible. He had to marry Qin Shuyu and provide their future children with a better environment. He would never let that bone-deep pain happen again—absolutely not!

As for Song Jian and the Xingcheng Group, he would have to wait until he held more power than them.

Fang Bai lay on the bed, reminiscing about his past life, interrupted only once by a nurse who came in to disinfect and change his dressings.

Qin Shuyu was physically and mentally exhausted. She pulled over a stool, smoothed her skirt, and rested her head by his bedside. After waking up, she worried Fang Bai might be bored, so she went outside the hospital to buy some things.

Ten minutes later, Fang Bai saw the hem of her skirt fluttering at the door and knew Qin Shuyu had returned. She was carrying a bag of fruit and two newspapers.

Liu Fengqing quickly took the fruit, smiling and saying that Xiao Yu was too polite. Qin Shuyu replied that it was nothing, while the other patients and their families in the room felt that this girl was well-mannered and sensible.

Seeing the newspapers, Fang Bai wanted to catch up on current events.

As he reached for them, a virtual screen suddenly popped up before his eyes, startling him. He thought his vision was blurring from blood loss.

[Fang Bai]
[Age: 18]
[Index Finger: LV1, doubles learning, memory, and comprehension for any book touched by the right hand]
[Middle Finger: LV1, allows for fault analysis of any machinery touched by the right hand]
[Ring Finger: LV1, allows one to know the past day's information and current inner thoughts of anyone whose hand is shaken, limited to one person per day]
[Prompt: LV1, finger recovery at 20%. Each level up increases recovery by 10%. Would you like to use this function?]

After reading the screen, Fang Bai was certain he wasn't hallucinating.

In his later years, he had read plenty of novels and was quite adaptable to such novelties. He had obtained a Golden Finger!

And not just one, but three!

My god!

He silently willed the recovery function to activate. A wave of comfort instantly washed over his three middle fingers; the stinging pain was gone!

He could even twitch them slightly, though that was all he could manage, given he had just undergone surgery.

Still, Fang Bai saw hope!

As long as he leveled up, his fingers could recover to their original state!

Surprise fell from the sky, and a smile broke across his face.

Qin Shuyu noticed him smiling and asked curiously, "What are you smiling at?"

"Uh, nothing. You're tired, you should get some rest. I'm just going to read the paper."

Fang Bai noticed Qin Shuyu looking over, but she didn't seem to see the virtual screen; it appeared to be visible only to him.

Qin Shuyu murmured an "mm" and leaned back against the bedside to doze off again. She had spent over ten hours on a bus from Shen City to reach Wen City, arriving that morning, and had gone straight to find Fang Bai without resting. The ordeal had left her exhausted.

Fang Bai's mother, not wanting to disturb the young couple, left the ward to go for a walk.

Fang Bai gently stroked Qin Shuyu's shoulder with his left hand, not caring about the gazes of others in the ward.

Qin Shuyu shifted closer to him, feeling at ease only when his hand was resting on her, and she fell asleep again shortly after.

Fang Bai continued to operate the virtual screen, silently thought a command, and the screen closed.

He thought the command again, and it opened back up; it was truly convenient.

The system didn't beep or buzz, which made it feel a bit lacking in interaction.

He silently commanded it to open the upgrade requirements, which quickly appeared on the virtual screen.

[Index Finger upgrade method: Admission to a Regular undergraduate program +LV1, key university undergraduate +LV2, admission to a key university graduate program +LV1, graduation from a top university graduate program +LV2, doctoral graduation +LV2, obtaining academic honors +LV0.01-LV1]

[Current education: High school graduate]

[Middle Finger upgrade method: Personal wealth of 100,000 yuan upgrades to LV2, each tenfold increase upgrades by one level]

[Current wealth: 2.13 yuan]

[Ring Finger upgrade method: Upgrading to LV2 requires 20 social connections with social status, LV3: 40, each doubling increases by one level.

Ordinary connection +1, elite connection +2, top-tier connection +3]

[Current number of connections: 0]

Fang Bai quickly understood that these upgrade methods were crude and intuitive, yet they felt quite reasonable and logical.

With requirements like these, the system clearly wanted to turn him into an academic, technological, and business talent; lying flat would be a waste of this Golden Finger.

At the same time, it set higher standards for his personal connections. It wasn't just about knowing people; he needed to be familiar with their situations, have a certain cooperative relationship, or be able to rely on them for help when needed. Only those with a certain social status counted as connections recognized by the Golden Finger.

A successful businessman certainly needs resources and connections across various fields, establishing cooperative relationships to share resources and experience, and jointly promoting business development; otherwise, it is difficult for a career to grow.

The business world is also a circle of human relationships.

After reviewing these functions, Fang Bai roughly understood how his future path would unfold.

I welcome all readers to add this to your favorites. If you find any issues, feel free to point them out; as long as they are reasonable, I can make timely changes. Thank you for your suggestions. It is inevitable that there will be some unreasonable parts, and I hope for your understanding.

The plot of my previous life was bitter and deep, but this is not a story that abuses the protagonist, and there are no disgusting tropes, so please read with peace of mind.