Urban: I Have Countless Spending Allowances

I feel that one or two hundred million is small money, and several million is not money at all. Am I inflated?

Why do the protagonists in Fei Lu's novels reward anchors now that they have money?

Seeing those who reward anchors is like looking at fools, which is boring.

To be honest, I really don't think Dilireba is very good-looking, and personally I really hate this person!

A 520-square-meter house costs 1.2 Billion. How much does it cost per square meter? 2.3 Million per square meter.

Floating by, burning paper, lighting wax, adding incense, but no movement; pouring wine, paying tribute, setting off cannons, smashing monuments, but no response; digging graves, digging graves, opening coffins, whipping corpses, and losing temper; setting fires, burning corpses, filing bones, raising ashes, trying again, setting up tables, drawing talismans, performing martial arts, thundering, but no corpses; bells, wooden swords, villains, chanting incantations, and summoning spirits again; crying, crying, wailing, beating the ground? …The author is dead and the poor man has no way to save himself.

Seeing me kissing Cai Xukun without replying

To be honest, Lamborghini is not a rare car. It can be found in third- and fourth-tier small cities. . Not to mention the Magic City. Moreover, you can't make a living without working in the city for ** a month. If you are really rich, you can buy a Lamborghini with a mobile phone, let alone a watch. If you have money, don't buy customized clothes and wear Armani.

When I saw the first chapter about giving rewards to anchors, I stopped reading. It was annoying to see such pretentious and slap-in-the-face articles.

Floating by, burning paper, lighting wax, adding incense, but no movement; pouring wine, paying tribute, setting off cannons, smashing monuments, but no response; digging graves, digging graves, opening coffins, whipping corpses, and losing temper; setting fires, burning corpses, filing bones, raising ashes, trying again, setting up tables, drawing talismans, performing martial arts, thundering, but no corpses; bells, wooden swords, villains, chanting incantations, and summoning spirits again; crying, crying, wailing, beating the ground? …The author is dead and the poor man has no way to save himself.