
Campus Cultivator: after Graduation, They Called Me Ceo
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When Lin Shen dragged the takeout box and pushed open the dormitory door, a text message rang: "The tuition loan will be deducted tomorrow, and the balance is 33.7 Yuan." The mother coughed and said that the medicine would last for a month, and the girl she had a crush on disappeared behind the window of the Mercedes-Benz. Until he worked out his first code in the computer room, exchanged extra lessons for the support of the inn eldest sister, and recruited his dropout brothers to form the "School Repair Escort Bureau"-- Five years later, at the business summit, the former rich second-generation roommate toasted and laughed: "Mr. Lin, can those pair of AJs from back then count as my investment?" He twirled his wine glass and chuckled: "The patches on my shoes are worth more than the loopholes in your contract." From fifty thousand to five hundred million, from moss flowers to the throne. This is a cruel youth about whether kindness is a luxury, how betrayal is priced, and how to rebuild rules among the ruins of them. "Don't lower your head. What you are carrying is not a schoolbag, but the future." (No system! No plug-ins! Do it for real! If you don't like it, don't complain!)
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