Urban Tycoon: The Big Shot Is Down, and the Inheritance Is Mine

[Pure Absurdity · Brain Has Left the Building · Mental Pollution Warning] Warning: If you can’t last ten minutes, just scroll away. Don’t blame the author! I always feel like my bank balance needs to be paired with instant noodles in braised old-fashioned sauerkraut flavor to really hit the spot. After all, the size of my slippers directly determines how much unexpected cash I can find today. Some people are born in Rome, others are born to be beasts of burden. I was born standing on a pile of bank cards. Three fall out with every step, and money keeps jumping into my account. I can’t stop it. I buy a watermelon in the morning, and my balance goes up by three million. I take a nap at noon, and my account grows by eight billion. By evening, I haven’t done a thing, but the global rich list has already welded my name to the number-one spot. Don’t ask about the logic. The author made it all up. Logic died in the first sentence. Just enjoy the silliness and don’t take it seriously. If you do, you lose. If you can last ten minutes, you win.