Love Zong: Fake Rich Man Starts, the System Makes Me Come True

When the doorbell rang, Lin Yuan was putting ingredients in the kitchen and went to open the door alone. The new male guest wore a straight suit, and his eyes glanced at his rolled up cuffs and ordinary T-shirt. Lin Yuan turned around and looked at his phone. The message that one million dollars had been received was still hot. The first three girls who moved in quickly gathered around, but more eyes fell on the man in a high-end suit. The barrage was speculating on whether the Cullinan he drove was real or a prop. The celebrities in the observation room had already started voting on who was the "fake rich man" planted by the program crew. Lin Yuan put the ingredients into the refrigerator one by one. Behind him were the polite laughter of the female guests and the tentative greetings of the male guests. Deep in his consciousness, the system interface was flashing silently. After all, his real advantage has never been in this outfit. Those seemingly random details in front of the camera, those moments that the audience thought were just coincidences, will turn into real reputation value in the next three months. The moment the refrigerator door closed, Lin Yuan heard the familiar sound in his mind again. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.