Sign-in on Day 1: Advanced chef skills!
Sign-in on Day 2: Level One projectionist experience!
Sign-in on Day 3: Jeet Kune Do grandmaster skills!
After 99 days of sign-ins, He Yuzhu started throwing his weight around in the Qin family compound.
His archenemy Xu Damao? No big deal. A couple of beatings to warm up.
The ungrateful Bang Geng? Get out of my sight!
Qin Huairu tries to sow discord and plot against me? Don't blame me for being ruthless!
From then on, no one dared call him Silly Zhu. Everyone addressed him as Master Zhu.
P.S. This is a wish-fulfillment novel, and all that matters is having a good time. The plot may not always be logical, so please bear with me.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
As long as the protagonist is dressed as He Yuzhu, he is really without quality. He beats and scolds people at every turn. He knows not to take leftovers from the government, but he still does it. The author is a fish who slipped through the nine-year compulsory education? There is also the plot of Qin Huairu. Knowing that she is scheming, the protagonist just stupidly gets close to him, and just calls him "silly pillar" and beats this and that. Is this a modern person? Is there nothing else besides being physical and swearing?
You are not lacking in rationality, you have no brains at all. A little deficiency is acceptable, but you are lacking too much. At that time, your wealth was unknown, and you still wanted to hug everyone. Your brain is really a good thing.
Is this author mentally retarded? In which era did he open a restaurant and publish a magazine? I'm speechless.
There is no sense of age at all. Open a restaurant and publish a magazine. Are you kidding me?
You really don't know how to die.
What the hell are you writing? The main character is so pissed off all day long, looking down on this and that, that he is as good as $258,000. If you don't have a golden finger, your life is worse than a *. He is nervous all day long, and his mouth is more poisonous than the original fool. If someone calls you and doesn't mess with you, you can just spray shit at others.
Since you want to make a living from this, you should write more seriously. There is really no food at this level.
The author killed the whole family, poisoned him to death
At least it has to be realistic, right? Private magazine...
Start a magazine? You're kidding me. You're not even looking for death.