I sell fried rice at a night market for 288 a bowl, and the whole internet calls me crazy for being poor.
It wasn't until the dying old man sat up after eating, the top actor was willing to queue up, and the chef at the state banquet knelt down to call Master... That they realized that what I sold was never rice.
Later, the world's plutocrats went crazy for me, and the demons from other worlds trembled because of me. The richest man cried and begged: "You must not close the stall, I am willing to trade half of the planet!" I shook my spoon and glanced at the new arrogant second generation: "Rules? My spatula is the rule."
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It's okay, but later the ancient martial arts world, the cultivation world, the demon world, and the fairy world all came out [face covering] The richest man on earth turned into an alien for no reason👽The promise of saving the earth's environment turned into saving his hometown, another planet...
It's okay, but later the ancient martial arts world, the cultivation world, the demon world, and the fairy world all came out [face covering] The richest man on earth turned into an alien for no reason👽The promise of saving the earth's environment turned into saving his hometown, another planet...