Chen Xiaochen transmigrates, accompanied by a System even lazier than he is. Being diligent? No way. The best way to live is to lie around doing nothing while still having food and drink.
"We don't need the strongest martial arts manuals or freakish genius-level talent. Making money is too exhausting. Just give me a hundred billion or so, then go find somewhere comfortable to relax. After I die, you can find another Host." Chen Xiaochen.
"Do you think getting that kind of money is easy as hell? I'd even have to fiddle with things to make it look like the money came by legitimate means. Here are A Record of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality, Tomb of the Gods, and Three Lives, Three Worlds, Ten Miles of Peach Blossoms. Copy them yourself, and quit bothering me." The disheveled System.
"..." Chen Xiaochen.
"Extra chapters? Not a chance. I get fifty thousand yuan per chapter, and that's enough to live on for days." Chen Xiaochen.
From then on, nobody sent him blades in protest anymore. Female livestreamers and pretty female readers moved into his house against his will. Then his aloof female editor-in-chief arrived, followed by a rich, beautiful female chairwoman.
Chen Xiaochen wiped away his tears. "I want some Wuji Baifeng Pills."
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
