Lin Yue, a female investment banker with an annual salary of one million, was covered in chicken feces when she opened her eyes. She became the "little daughter-in-law" for sale in the 1970s, with a price tag of thirty kilograms of food stamps.
She rolled her eyes and picked up her golden finger - the entire moving space came through: Moutai by the box, gold bars by the ton, La Mer by the shelf.
The lame old widower wants to marry her? The gold bars were slapped on the table, and I was scared to cry first.
The White Lotus heroine wants to step on her? A backhand set that simulated five years of college entrance examination and three years, won the provincial champion, and the script was completely torn.
The director of security, the revolutionary committee, and the best relatives lined up to take the blame? Come and play one, come two and earn a pair.
She makes money, buys a house, hoards antiques, and collects college entrance examination bonuses. She even makes sparks when stepping on her sewing machine, and by the way, she brings home Shen Xingye, the future aviation boss.
From a "speculator" despised by everyone to the richest man in the country, she only used one sentence:
"Don't talk to me about age restrictions, my plug-in has no age."
