I had 37.5 yuan in my account, my Huabei payments were overdue, and my girlfriend dumped me for being broke. She went off with a rich second-generation guy who drove an Audi A4.
Then my phone exploded.
The System told me to spend 100,000 yuan a day. If I couldn’t spend it all, I’d have to run the whole-school morning exercises in my underwear, in front of more than three thousand people, including my ex.
Fine. I’d spend it.
I bought iPhones for the whole class, took over the cafeteria, and picked up a Porsche 918.
My ex came back asking to get together again? Too late.
Later, I realized spending money only in China wasn’t much fun. Paris Fashion Week, Premier League teams, private islands… Someone even asked if I wanted to join a mysterious organization.
I said, “How much does your organization cost? I’ll buy it.”
A pure power fantasy, no frustrating setbacks, and face-slapping in every chapter.
Need to unwind? Come on in and watch me burn money.
Author’s advice: This is a brainless story. Please don’t use your brain while reading.
