Become a Boss by Collecting Rent

Comment: There is a kind of good luck called traveling through time to become a rich man after death. Unfortunately, Lin Yi happened to have such good luck. After experiencing a car accident, not only did he not die, but he was reborn as an unknown, low-key boss. During his lifetime, this boss was the kind of boss who didn't know his blessings even though he was in the midst of blessings. He obviously owned more than a dozen buildings, and the buildings were full of residents. He only had to collect rent or something every day, and he didn't have to do anything else, and the money would be collected in a gorgeous way. But the boss is the boss, and we can never understand his brain circuit. The boss chose to start his own business, developed the live broadcast industry, and brought a new trend. However, he misjudged the wrong person, and finally ended up with nothing. Although what he did was quite good, his ability to do things was a bit poor. As a result, only his old capital was left in the trap, allowing Ji Yi to get a ready advantage. The original Lin Yi was just an ordinary poor single, but now, not only has he transformed into a charterer, he has become a skinny salted fish who can make a lot of money while lying down, and he also has a beautiful fiancée, the charterer. It is said that nothing is a coincidence. After becoming a landlord, he and his landlord accidentally entered a live broadcast room of a certain mukbang, which made the two of them and their own shop popular. They entered the live broadcast industry in another way, which was regarded as fulfilling the last wish of the former boss. Lin Yi has also started his happy life, spreading dog food all day long, and while spreading dog food, he does not miss out on making money! In short, how to be happy! Reading the whole book, the book has a more daily style, mixed with some interesting and funny jokes, which makes it impossible to stop reading. Come! I collect rent with my landlord and my landlord!

You died in a car accident and traveled to a parallel world. In the parallel world, did he forcibly occupy his body, or did he die and be possessed by her? You haven't made it clear at all. Is it OK to travel to a parallel world after a car accident? There is a problem with the setting at the beginning. I only saw two pictures. If this will be made clear later, it shouldn't be. This issue should be made clear in the first setting at the beginning.

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I hope you can like it and get the picture, gentlemen.

Originally, it is understandable that the novel has some poisonous points. I don't care about being so poisonous either. But the more you write, the more poisonous you become. We don't care about the poisonous points ahead Just say after giving birth to a child Would the country offend a man with so many patents to death? That's not how you kill a donkey to unload the mill, right? If you want shares in someone else's company, don't find a chairman but a working general manager? You said you wanted to carry out a cultural invasion of foreign countries and then just ignored it because you had a baby? I didn't read the later chapters. I only saw the acquisition of shares and preparation for a comeback. Died of poison, all book friends say goodbye

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Brother, hostess, why don't you at least give me a name? She's always been a charterer? ? ? If you don't write your name, don't write it. Don't pop it up now and then.

She had just come out of prison. In 2007, at a bar, a gangster at the table across from me whistled at her and invited her to drink with her. I drank too much, so I pulled out the dagger I brought with me and stabbed me. This stab lasted fifteen years. I remember that I was full of emotions when I entered. I still pray to Buddha on the street, and the lonely sandbank is cold and so on. It has been fifteen years, and things have changed. She came to see me once last year and told me that she was getting married. I didn't tell her about the commutation of her sentence. After a brief chat, I turned around and left. In the past 15 years, I have farmed. I have raised pigs and made clothes, and my heart has long since calmed down. After I came out, I went to see her downstairs once. I was very happy, and I was also very happy. It was time for me to think about my life. I had a dream last night. The problem was 15 years ago, familiar streets and familiar scenes. But I just can't find anyone I know. I woke up crying in the dream. I can't go back to the past. Now all that's left is nostalgia. I'm almost 30, and suddenly I feel confused. I often can't sleep at night. I sit on the road, drinking and smoking alone. Smoking, not knowing what to do next? The night before her wedding, I secretly went downstairs to her house and looked at the happy words posted on the window at the door of her house. The lights in the room were also on. I didn't dare to disturb her, so I squatted downstairs and smoked one cigarette after another. Smoke, soon it was daybreak, and the sound of car horns and firecrackers came from the distance. I knew that the wedding car was coming to pick her up. She was going to be someone else's bride today. She looked very beautiful today. I watched her get into the wedding car, the firecrackers went off, and the car also As we drove away, I was still following behind the convoy. Suddenly my cell phone rang. It was a text message from her. Don't send it. I will be yours in the next life, okay? Forget me. I cried heartbreakingly that day. Not long after, her best friend told me that she was watching it upstairs. By the time I squatted downstairs and smoked non-stop, she cried all night long and didn't sleep. I no longer had any regrets. Whether I succeeded or failed, everything was in vain when I turned around. Life or death lasted only a hundred years, so why should I be obsessed with one result. The only thing I want to do now is to go home and charge my phone. The phone is out of battery and I can't continue editing.

Look down on the wind and rain, be proud of the world of mortals. If you look down on love, you will be relieved. If you look down on fate, you will not be sad. When you look down on things, you will be simple. If you look down on right and wrong, care will become shallow. Success or failure will be downplayed. Go with your heart naturally. Gains and losses will be downplayed. Be at ease and calm. Have a normal mentality. Have an ordinary life. Take a break when you are tired. The heart is bitter. Let it go, stop when you are in a hurry, look at the scenery with a light feeling, enjoy life with a light taste, there is no satisfaction without flaws, no love without longing, no perfection without regrets, don't let the pressure of life crowd out happiness, don't let yesterday's troubles affect your mood.