My Three Small Goals

Wang Yang, 32 years old, is a former star product director of a major manufacturer. He is proficient in all the slang and models that make users addicted and increase data. Now, he has gloriously joined the unemployed army, with only 2,300 yuan left in his salary, and the notice of his mother's critical illness arrived at the same time. Just when he thought his life had hit bottom, a devil's contract hit him in the face: three months of sex and three hundred million dollars spent. ** If you spend it all, you will get a reward of 50 million; if you don't spend it all, you will get nothing. Wang Yang burst into tears—finally, his professional skills (burning money) matched his needs! He planned scientifically and made precise arrangements: investing in anti-human nursing homes, developing "work simulators" that make players collapse, replicating lost weird snacks, acquiring unfinished buildings to create "minimalist style"... He aspires to be the most failed entrepreneur in history. As a result, nursing homes have become the spiritual sanctuaries of the top rich; games have been regarded as cyber punching bags by social animals; snack streets have triggered a wave of intangible cultural heritage check-ins; unfinished buildings have turned into minimalist communities for Internet celebrities... The more money is spent, the projects are booming, and the social benefit reports are dazzlingly beautiful. Wang Yang was ashen at the celebration party. Looking at the snowballing numbers in his account, he broke down and shouted: "I just want to lose some money, why is it so difficult?!" How did a carefully planned "prodigal business" turn into a hot-selling carnival sweeping the city step by step? When the direction of efforts is "failure", success becomes the most bitter ridicule to everyone.