Personal Wealth: 10.58 Million Yuan

Chapter 46 Personal Wealth: 105,800 Yuan

"33,250 yuan, I guess. This batch alone netted nearly a hundred thousand—your mother and I never even dreamed of it, heh heh."

Fang Shi said smugly, his eyes squeezed into two thin, curved slits.

He never imagined his son would have a knack for business, and their hard days were finally over.

In the whole village of seven or eight hundred people across over a hundred households, when it came to net family assets, his family ranked in the top ten.

A few families had already been running small workshops in the city for years, and two others had people working abroad long-term, so they couldn't catch up to them just yet.

But in terms of earning speed, his son was definitely number one in the village—even some small business owners couldn't match him.

His son really had talent!

The locals were well-off, with many earning money overseas. If this were a rural area in some other province, forget a hundred thousand—even ten thousand could make you the village's richest.

Of course, there were plenty of poor families in the village too, barely eating meat a few times a year, no different from rural areas in other provinces.

Comparing that, Fang Shi felt a faint, elusive pride, and his back straightened. After all, his son was making money in business, and he'd put in the work himself—it was something to brag about.

Those students calling him The Boss or Old Mr. Fang meant they still acknowledged him.

Fang Bai did some calculations on paper, and after a while, he figured out the total revenue and costs for the first batch. "We had 390 TVs in the first batch. Procurement cost 11,300 yuan, transport 500 yuan, labor roughly 1,500 yuan, and with rent and stall fees spread out, it's not much more.

We sold 194 TVs total, with revenue of 110,291 yuan.

Excluding the tricycle, expenses were about 13,520 yuan, so net profit is around 96,770 yuan.

There's still one 32-inch and one 21-inch color TV at home untouched, plus some spare parts, worth about 10,000 yuan in total."

Without a computer, doing these tallies was a hassle, but he was quick with numbers and had a concrete figure in no time.

In short, the net profit was a hundred thousand yuan!

Fang Bai then calculated the timeline: they left for T City on October 21 and ended sales on November 3, a total of 14 days.

The time he personally spent was probably just a few days.

At that rate, it was truly super-profitable.

In this era, making money was hard work, but it was easy—there were hardly any competitors.

Well, Fang Bai was using his Golden Finger; otherwise, no one else could match his margins.

Earning a hundred thousand in half a month put him way ahead of Hengli Valve Company and Boli Valve Company.

Of course, once a business scaled up, the money came faster later on.

"Son, how many TVs are in the second batch? I feel like it's bigger than the first, and there's a much higher proportion of color TVs." Fang Shi had been too busy moving TVs in the afternoon to ask.

"About 500 units, with 400 being color TVs. The 14-inch color TVs sell well."

"If we sell out the second batch of color TVs, we'll definitely make more than the first."

"A lot more, for sure. It depends on how many TVs we can refurbish—half would be great."

"I wonder how many we can sell in Wen City. If we could keep this up for a year, that'd be fine too."

"With our small stock—200 units in half a month, 400 to 500 in a month—we can't even come close to meeting the whole Wen City market. As long as no one causes trouble, we could keep selling until I start college."

"So will you still sell TVs after you start college?" Fang Shi asked, already addicted to the business.

"Dad, we'll talk about it then. It's hard to say if we can even keep this up until the college entrance exam." Fang Bai said. The future was really uncertain.

Since he relied on testing the TVs himself, the profit ceiling from selling them was limited.

As for running a business, even if the initial earnings were small, once it was done right, it would surge every year. After a few years of growth, it might be worth hundreds of millions. If it went public, that would be incomparable to selling TVs.

But no matter what, refurbishing TVs was one of the fastest ways to accumulate wealth in the early stages.

After handing over the money to his son and chatting for a while, Fang Shi left, not wanting to disturb his review.

Fang Bai watched his father leave, put the money away, and then opened the Golden Finger virtual screen.

[Personal Wealth: 105,800 Yuan]

(Money given to family and some expenses are not counted as personal wealth; fixed personal funds count as personal wealth.)

[Prompt: Middle Finger can be upgraded. Upgrade?]

Fang Bai had tried upgrading before. He silently thought "confirm," and the middle finger Golden Finger directly leveled up to 2.

Suddenly, he felt a surge of heat in his right middle finger.

After a moment, the heat subsided. He saw that his middle finger, which had been swollen, was now slightly smaller, almost back to normal, and more flexible than before.

Still, he felt that if he lifted something heavy, it wouldn't have the strength.

It had recovered about 30% overall. When he pressed on the scarred area, there was no pain anymore.

Full recovery would take an eternity, but at least there was this chance.

He even had the dark thought that if all ten fingers were broken, maybe he'd have ten Golden Fingers.

The moment that idea came up, it was too dangerous.

Fang Bai wouldn't dare try it. Even if they did turn into Golden Fingers, he wouldn't be able to use his hands normally for years, causing endless inconvenience in his life—he couldn't even wipe himself clean. That would be pure misery.

He absolutely would not do something that stupid!

After the upgrade, a new function appeared.

[Middle Finger LV2: Analyzes design flaws and omissions in mechanical and electronic devices and other physical objects.]

Fang Bai read the information, felt a surge of joy, and immediately tested it.

He took out his pager and silently activated the LV2 function for analysis and detection.

A transparent three-dimensional image appeared, a dark green color—different from the light pea green of LV1.

There were no other colors. Normally, green meant it passed.

As the analysis ran, a prompt popped up without any delay.

[Analysis Result: No design errors.]

Seeing this result, Fang Bai felt something was off.

Shouldn't it have pointed toward a localization direction or a more advanced design approach?

If analyzed from a future perspective, this pager's design definitely had issues.

It seemed he had misunderstood the LV2 function.

It couldn't optimize designs!

To better understand the new feature, Fang Bai went downstairs and used the TV for testing.

He found that with a faulty circuit board, LV1 quickly pinpointed where the problem was.

But when he switched to LV2's design flaw analysis, the circuit board still appeared entirely dark green.

That meant the circuit board's design had no issues?

Fang Bai didn't think so.

Then, he scrutinized the wording of the function's description.

Since it said "design flaws and omissions," it likely meant only very obvious flaws could be analyzed, while designs that already worked couldn't be flagged.

To verify his guess, Fang Bai aimed at his bicycle.

With so many parts, there had to be some design flaws.

He walked up to the bicycle, touched it with his middle finger, and activated LV2 analysis.

Sure enough, under the transparent 3D image, there were over a dozen red dots.

For example, at the handlebar, the analysis result read: "The tube opening lacks a chamfer, making it difficult to install the plastic sleeve."

Seeing this result, Fang Bai understood immediately.

Normally, a chamfer served to prevent cuts and to ease assembly, like installing other parts.

But the analysis only pointed out the design flaw; it didn't specify the chamfer size, whether it should be a rounded or sharp chamfer—details only someone with mechanical knowledge would know.

Fang Bai examined other design flaws, like a hole diameter being too small, making bolt installation difficult.

After more than ten minutes, Fang Bai finally grasped the new LV2 function and gained a clearer understanding of LV1.

For instance, the bicycle had no faults—it worked fine—so LV1 couldn't detect anything.

But with LV2, it could identify the original design's flaws.

However, it only pointed out where the flaws were, not how to optimize them.

In short, it told you where the problem was.

But an optimization plan?

No, you had to figure it out yourself.

Stubborn as hell!

Simply put, if a design scored below what the system considered 60 points, it would point out the flaws. As long as you corrected them correctly, the design passed.

But optimizing it to 70, 80, or even higher? It couldn't do that—it had no optimization function.

Plus, it only worked on physical objects.

If Fang Bai drew a design, it couldn't analyze where the issues were; only after the object was manufactured could it help.

"Ah, forget it. Compared to LV1, it seems kind of useless."

"Maybe when the level is higher, I'll get the functions I want."

Fang Bai couldn't help complaining, but he had to admit it was still very useful to him.

Like the bicycle in front of him—he just had to touch it to know where the design had obvious flaws.

If he fixed those flaws, the product design would improve, production efficiency would increase, and costs would drop.

If he later founded a real industrial company, it would have many products. This function would be invaluable, helping him avoid major missteps.

After figuring out the new function, Fang Bai went back to his bedroom to sleep.

He was still very happy—it meant that after the Golden Finger upgraded, new functions would appear, and existing ones might strengthen, rather than staying static.

Ever since he got the Golden Finger after his rebirth, he had worried about that.

Now it had upgraded, but the functions weren't strong enough yet.

Still, as long as he raised the level, the future held promise.