Fang Quan, who delivers food, is so poor that he can hardly afford to pay the rent.
In the middle of the night, I was squatting on the curb and eating cold buns, and suddenly the words "line" appeared in front of my eyes. White, translucent.
Where to play the system. Close your eyes and think about where you have been.
It's here as soon as you open your eyes. The office building three kilometers away is a matter of closing your eyes. He thought it was pie in the sky, so he used this broken system to take orders like crazy. He ran 60 orders a day and earned twice as much as before. The money came quickly, I changed my mobile phone to a car, and my balance kept rising.
I also met the girl across the street who raised onions. Her name is Lin Nuan, and she squats in the corridor every day to eat instant noodles. She pinches green onions from the window sill on the fifth floor. After the two got acquainted, she said she would make dumplings for him to eat.
Later, a Porsche parked downstairs. The license plate number is A three seven. The man who came down was named Zhou Yan, the nephew of the boss of Ruifeng. He opened his mouth and said, "This place belongs to my uncle."
Fang Quan squatted in the windowless rental house on the sixth floor and stared at the crack in the wall.
Suddenly I understand - the system is not a pie
It feels quite new