The Black Show Offered a Million Dollars, but I Didn't Have the Money to Refuse.

"Please sit down," the thick little mouth was smeared with a hint of dark chocolate color, exquisite and stunning. "I am the Black Show! Our organization's twelve-word program: 'Abandon technology and return to primitiveness. Humanity is its own nature, and people must promote themselves.'" "The twelve-word purpose is so attractive. Everyone who has heard it will want to join it, right? Is there any fee to attend?" "If you want a millionaire, for example, you can have one million dollars, write a million-word book, or even eat a million hamburgers." "Well, little stupid bear, where are the cards in your hand? Bank cards. Let's see how many there are." "It's over, my bank card was swallowed by the ATM machine, and now the money is gone." "Haha, if you go to the bank tomorrow and ask for a card, the money will definitely be there." "This is quite dangerous. You have to accompany me tomorrow." I don't know how long this powerful magnetic force in my body can last, and I don't dare to take the risk again. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.