At eighteen, I came down with a strange affliction: I could make money by slapping people.
But this lousy System only works when it feels like it. I slapped the county magistrate’s son and had to pay twenty taels in medical expenses.
I slapped a circuit inspector traveling incognito and nearly lost my head.
By twenty-six, I’d accepted my fate. Then I accidentally slapped an attendant and earned a hundred million taels.
System notification: This person is deeply sinful and worth a fortune.
I understood. From then on, I only slapped villains.
After slapping my immediate superior in front of everyone, he fell to his knees and begged, “Dad! Slap me again! You can have all the money!”
