I Can Beg for Anything

I've been writing books for three years and nearly starved to death. I might as well become a beggar.

"Miss, are you going to finish that chicken leg? Could I have a bite?"

"Ding-dong! Begging successful. Reward: 100 yuan."

"Ding-dong! You successfully begged from a contaminated 'Band-Aid.' Reward: one Ferrari Enzo."

"Ding-dong! You successfully begged from an injured ant and successfully fused with ant genes."

"Ding-dong! You successfully begged from a ferocious Labrador. Reward: one copy of the Preface to the Orchid Pavilion."

Brothers, don't try to stop me. So what if I'm a billionaire? So what if I'm a superstar? You're all trash in my eyes.

Bring me my golden bowl, haul over my beat-* stick, and drive my Enzo around. I'm going begging right now…

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.