“Zhao Fan, my dad says you can't give me a future.” Su Qing pushed back the handmade necklace he'd given her. Her Chanel heels ground into the worn-out toe of his shoe. In the rain, he crouched in the alley behind the gym, chewing on a cold steamed bun, when something suddenly pressed against his trouser leg: an ancient jade pendant engraved with “Money Makes the Gods Obey,” glowing faintly. His phone chimed, displaying a red notification: [God-Tier Spending System activated].
