I was so poor that on the day I ripped up tens of millions of lottery tickets on live broadcast, I was inexplicably bound to the "if you have money, you can really do whatever you want" system. Just after spending three million to buy his ex's humiliating coffee, the financial giant suddenly got down on one knee in public.
When the whole Internet was looking for my background, I smiled at the camera: "Actually... I am a new shareholder of your company."
The former boss tremblingly handed over the black card to ask for reconciliation, and the system prompt sounded again.
"Dear host, today's consumption task is: 100 million, failure penalty: becoming poor again."
I sighed and dialed the number of the richest man: "Dad, send me money, I want to buy an aircraft carrier."
