Nine Hundred Billion and Matches: I Will Crush the False Gods Throughout the Country

Grandpa's funeral hall. My adopted sister snatched the wishing match and threw 900 billion in my face. She lit the match and smiled: "I make a wish that I will sell you to the black mines in the northwest and you will never be able to get over again." Everyone was waiting for me to kneel down and beg for mercy. I turned around and bought a ticket to Beijing. Olympic Park Central Square. I started a live broadcast with the title: 90 million cash reward to witness the fall of God. One hundred million people watched me being dragged away by masked men. One second before getting in the car, I handed the black card to the assistant: "Call this number. Report number 739. Start a special plan." Su Wanqing laughed at me for being stupid. She said God's power is unmatched. Until her matches were destroyed by the flood. Until her divine power is judged by the law. She doesn't know. The most powerful person in this world has never been God. It's the country. And I know how to direct it.