Jiang Chen, who is bound to the "National Games System", has the only goal of improving the regional happiness index.
He fabricated a set of seamless cognitive fog "the art of sustaining life by the will of all living beings" to the outside world.
Treating employees well equals longevity, mistreating employees equals self-destruction.
Jiang Chen: I am not a saint. I only want wealth and beauty. Doing good deeds and accumulating virtue is just incidental.
The top wealthy people believed it, and lined up to kneel down in front of Jiang Chen's door to beg for help. They spent tens of billions of assets, frantically benefiting the bottom class, and at the same time being grateful to Jiang Chen.
The richest man in the county: Master Jiang, I have paid up the social security for the whole factory. Do you think my pancreatic cancer can be cured?
Urban tycoon: Master Jiang, I have fully financed the construction of the unfinished building. Please help me save my life!
Seeing this group of arrogant capitalists being manipulated by me and treating myself as a living bodhisattva among the people,
Jiang Chen, who was lying in the mansion hugging each other, smoked a cigarette and couldn't help laughing.
