One day, someone pulled Chu Bai into a private WeChat group, and it turned out to be full of Forbes' global billionaires.
Chu Bai started quietly lurking in the group every day, watching the big shots show off. With a twitch of his finger, a red packet was his.
He had only one goal: to surpass everyone and become the world's richest man of the new age, taking God's place for himself.
Michael Dell: "Xiao Ma, your Honor of Kings has been getting more and more popular lately. I hear you can sell 150 million yuan worth of a single skin in one day, with quarterly net profits as high as 14.5 billion. Hurry up and come share the wealth!"
Ding Lei chimed in: "Exactly! If my Onmyoji had numbers like that, I could hand out a million dollars every day without breaking a sweat."
"Fathers, please stop talking! Hurry up and share the wealth. By the way, can someone tell me who this 'Lord Chu Is No Pretty Boy' is? Damn, he's faster than me every single time..."
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
