Shenhao: Sign in with Tomson at the Beginning

On the day the system arrived, Chen Mo had just been fired from the company, had his landlord raise the rent, and was blacklisted by the breakup text message. He was sitting in a 12-square-meter rental house and casually clicked the golden button that suddenly popped up on his phone. Arrival: 10 million. Bonus: a penthouse duplex in Tomson's first-class apartment, 628 square meters, the full payment has been paid. Chen Mo looked at the string of zeros on the screen and was silent for a long time. Then he put on his takeout jacket and went to take a look at his new home. The property manager stopped at the door and said in a disdainful tone: "Those who deliver food take the side door." Chen Mo didn't argue and opened the official property rights APP. When the words "Owner: Chen Mo" appeared on the broken flatbed of the property management unit, the manager's face was whiter than his takeout box. Behind him, assistant Lin Zhiyi walked over on stiletto heels and handed over a lawyer's letter: "Manager Zhao, what you just said involves reputation infringement." Chen Mo didn't look back. He walked into the elevator and pressed the 32nd floor button. From that day on, there was a lunatic in Jiangcheng who wore takeout clothes and drove Cullinan. Three wealthy families, a century-old family, underground capital, no one knows where he comes from. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.