You get money every day, but it doesn’t come from your own countrymen.
If you got a billion yuan every day, what would you do?
Wang Mu’s choice was to pour it into his hometown.
The day an alien spacecraft knocked him flying, he thought his food-delivery career was over.
Unexpectedly, after his alien buddies healed him, they decided treatment alone wasn’t enough and insisted on compensating him.
“Take it from that country in the east. What they’ve done couldn’t be paid back even with a hundred years of deductions. We’re just letting you draw on it early. The funds are completely legal, the cross-border transfers are spotless, and we’ve even paid the taxes for them.
“There’s just one restriction: you can’t put it in a bank to earn interest, and you can’t trade stocks or funds. You have to spend it on the real economy. Whatever you don’t spend gets wiped out.”
Wang Mu stared silently at the billion yuan that arrived on the first day.
Then he opened the door of his rented apartment and stepped into the small fifth-tier city that had raised him.
