With a debt of two million, the shabby hotel in the urban village will be sealed tomorrow morning.
Late at night when the water and electricity were cut off, Su Mu lit half a candle and had just made a bucket of braised beef noodles.
"Bang!" The door was opened, and a beggar whose eyes were glowing green from hunger plopped down and knelt in front of the instant noodle bucket: "Immortal, give me something to stutter, my name is Zhu Yuanzhang!"
From this night on, the midnight in the broken hotel connected history.
Huo Qubing, who was about to die, took two pills of amoxicillin and left a large gold cake as medical expenses;
Emperor Chongzhen traded a cart of royal copies for modern compound bows and high-yielding potatoes;
In order to have another sip of ice-cold Coke, Qin Shihuang, the first emperor of all time, even put on an apron and washed dishes in the kitchen to pay off his debts!
Until one day, the world's richest man stood humbly outside the hotel door with hundreds of billions of assets, just asking for a sip of soup...
Huo Qubing, the security guard at the door, swung his spear and said, "Go and line up, Li Shimin is still making fans inside!"
