A Little Daily Routine That Is Not Routine at All

He stood lonely in his villa on the 88th floor, looking at the noisy world with cold eyes. "Master, come downstairs, it's cold up there." The servant flew to his side in a helicopter, trying to tell him not to blow the wind on the roof. It was still summer, but because his house was higher than Mount Everest, it had already begun to snow. "Go away", he covered his ears, like Duanmu Yeli throwing a sack of RMB: "Leave my world, you vulgar people who only care about my money." The servant sighed: "Master, I am sincere to you." After saying that, he lowered his head and put the sack on his back, and got on the plane: "Master **." After the servant left, he was a little panicked: How could he commit suicide? Going so fast? Humph! Sure enough, he was looking for his own money! Fortunately, the horse bag contained three years of simulations of the five-year college entrance examination. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.