On the day I was kicked out by my landlord, I received a call from my biological father, who claimed to be the richest man in the world.
"Son, if I die, I will give you my trillions in property. But the condition is that you must first become the next richest man."
"Or, you can also choose to accomplish ten million good things - for example, live-stream ghost hunting?"
Seeing the 10 cents of start-up capital that suddenly arrived in my account, I picked up the second-hand mahogany sword and turned on the camera.
"Family, today I'm exploring a century-old haunted house. My performance has received over 10,000 likes and I'm being chased by a ghost!"
I thought it was just a ridiculous joke until...
The century-old ghost in the haunted house took the initiative to cooperate with my performance and disliked my ugly talisman.
A stray cat that became a sperm came to my door and asked me to mediate family disputes.
My "one dime" magic weapon seems to really be able to make the evil god cry?
And my mother, who has been missing for many years, seems to be the real legend on the road?
Now, my live broadcast room is popular, and the tasks in the merit book have been completed in less than three digits.
And my dad, the richest man, was frantically painting rockets for me in front of the screen: "Son, after catching this ghost, remember to come back and hold a board meeting!"
Me: "... Don't rush me, I'm collecting merit!"
Quite interesting