I'm About to Die, Who Can Reason with You?

Late-stage brain cancer, only ninety days left to live. After being laid off by the company and dumped on the spot by his money-worshiping ex-girlfriend, Chu Yan finally figured out one thing - you are going to die anyway, who is going to reason with you? The next second, he bound the [Virtuous Life Extension System]. As long as he lets the bad guys break their defenses, makes the bad guys collapse, makes the moral kidnappers reap the consequences, or sets up a fortune-telling stall to reveal the secrets of heaven, he can extract god-level skills and exchange them for life span! At the beginning of the game, the old man was in trouble, and Chu Yan slapped the opponent with his backhand, making him doubt his life: "You dare to blackmail me without monitoring me? Don't you know that I have a tumor in my brain and am immoral?" This scene happened to be seen by Tang Ruobing, the female president of Sichuan and Chongqing who was passing by. The Ferrari stopped suddenly and lowered the window, revealing a beautiful but grumpy face: "Here's a handsome guy. He's so crazy that I like him. He gets a monthly salary of 100,000 yuan, including food and accommodation. Come and be my personal butler!" From then on, Chu Yan lived an absurd and comfortable life - during the day, he set up a fortune-telling stall on the street, specializing in treating scumbag men and bitches, old ladies, parents of naughty children, and idiots in the workplace. He was called the "immoral king of hell" by the entire network; In the evening, he returned to the female CEO's mansion to cook, give massages, read Feng Shui, and ward off love affairs, turning the iceberg rich woman who was resolute and resolute outside into a clingy spirit who couldn't live without him. [God-level Physiognomy] See through commercial espionage and wealthy families at a glance, and easily send the ex-boss and ex-girlfriend into the trap together! ........... The entire Internet is looking for that "wicked fortune teller" who specializes in taking out people's anger, but Tang Ruobing, who is worth hundreds of billions, is blocking the door of his bedroom, gritting his teeth and blushing: "Get off work at three o'clock? I'll give you more money. You're not allowed to leave tonight!"