You Asked for the Breakup, but Don't Ask for a Net Worth of Hundreds of Billions.

At the age of 35, I was optimized by my company, and my girlfriend of three years threw coffee on my face in front of everyone: "You are a piece of trash, you will only live in an urban village for the rest of your life." With trembling hands, I received the fate-changing phone call. Bite! The top consumer rebate system is successfully bound! First order: spend 20 million at No. 18 On the Bund within 72 hours. Penalty for failure: instant erasure. When I used all my wealth plus loan sharking to buy that treasure, the moment the ten-fold rebate reminder sounded... I laughed. Three months later, my girlfriend knelt outside the office of the president of my new company, crying and begging to get back together. I swung the red wine in my hand and said to the lawyer behind her: "This lady seems to be blocking my way to acquire my ex-boyfriend's company." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.