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I am so poor that I kneel in front of the Temple of Wealth to ask for money.
When I got home at night, in my dream, the God of Wealth wanted to hand over his divine power to me?
Then I don't want to take off directly?
I joined the Heavenly Court directly. In the early stage, I was a newbie and asked for protection. In the later stage, no one was allowed to call me "Master".
"Am I the only God of Wealth in the whole heaven? You catch me talking about it every day, the incense is too great."
Do you still want your salary? I bleed and sweat for heaven. What's wrong with enjoying it?
"No one can judge me."
A generation of wealth gods died.
