Laojun Observes: Five Hundred Years of Suppression of Jiao People

My name is Chen Mo, the 18th generation of the Chen family. ?? On my eighteenth birthday, the village chief gave me a junior high school admission notice. ? Now, carrying a sack and studying in the city. ? They call me "the second generation god", but I, the second generation god, should feel aggrieved—— He was not allowed to leave the village before he turned 18, his education level was in the sixth grade of elementary school, and the most valuable thing in his body was half a pack of spicy strips. My classmates laughed at my elementary school diploma. I took out the ancestral tortoise shell, and the professor fainted on the spot. It was a missing national treasure. The rich second generation started a metaphysics club to deceive people. I passed by and complained: "You are attracting cockroaches at most." That night, an army of cockroaches occupied the club, and the rich second generation cried and begged me to "deworm" them. The school beauty was forced to get married, so I gave her a copper coin from Laojun Temple: "Let your father wear it when meeting clients." The next day, the president of the rival company surrendered on his knees. Until one day, the entire city was shrouded in black dragons. When the whole city was in panic, I slowly took out my phone and pressed the play button. Ancestor's AI voiceover came from the bottom of the well: "Little Jiao, it's been five hundred years and you still haven't learned how to knock on the door?" This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.