My name is Chen Mo, an ordinary person who wants to lie down but is chased and fed by God.
That day, I was eating barbecue at a roadside stall and heard someone from the table next to me bragging: "If I were Wang Sicong's father, I would buy a supercar every day!" The next day, I had twenty more limited-edition Paganis under my name, and the traffic police team designated an exclusive parking space for me.
I was confused. Until I discovered that a broken system called "Awesomeness Comes True" was entangled with me - as long as someone was bragging near me, whether they were bragging about wealth, power, force, or skills, they would all hit me on the head with every word!
The security guard downstairs boasted: "I think back then, I was the king of soldiers in the army!" The next day, the military armored vehicle drove into the community, and the leader carrying the general saluted me: "Chief, it's time to return to the army!"
The interviewer mocked me: "If you are of your level and become CEO, I will eat my resume on the spot." Ten minutes later, the chairman personally came down and wiped my table: "Mr. Chen, the company will be yours from now on."
I heard someone boast at a cocktail party in the rich circle: "I have a prince's mansion in the Second Ring Road of Beijing. It's so grand." The next day, people from the Cultural Relics Bureau blocked the door of my house and said that they wanted to list "my house" as a key cultural relic protection unit.
Faced with hundreds of billions of assets falling from the sky, Baji Grandmaster certification, Michelin three-star chef title, and honorary citizenship certificates from more than a dozen countries, I just want to say -
You guys keep blowing, don't stop.
I just want to see where you guys can push me.
Oh, by the way, I just heard someone say that I am "at best a nouveau riche"... OK, I will probably be forced to become the richest man in the world tomorrow.
