If lightning strikes could solve all problems, I would have been struck eight hundred times.
On a rainy night in Nanfeng City, Wang Yang, an orphan, squatted in front of the canteen to hide from the rain. He was still carrying a debt of 158,000 yuan and a bank balance of 83.47 Yuan.
Then he was really struck by lightning - hitting Nantianmen.
The old man with a white beard asked him with a smile: "Wang Yang, are you willing to come to Heaven to deliver food?"
Wang Yang: "... How much is the salary?"
Taibai Jinxing: "Seven yuan per order, five hundred orders per week, food and accommodation are not included, you have to pay for the meals yourself."
Wang Yang turned around and left.
Taibai Jinxing panicked: "It's easy to discuss! The subsidy can be privately-"
Wang Yang: "Can the waste elixir be used?"
Taibai Jinxing: "That's waste. You can have as much as you want -"
Wang Yang ground the waste elixir into powder and mixed it with herbal tea. He drank one cup without feeling sleepy for three days. Students in the human world line up to grab it, and gods in heaven rush to drink it.
It only took him less than a year to go from a poor student with a debt of 150,000 yuan to a worldly beverage king.
Becoming a brother with Nezha, Taibai Jinxing is the conveyor of my interests, and my biggest protection is the Jade Emperor. Planting spiritual herbs in the mortal world to treat cancer, Wang Yang became the head of the world's largest beverage and medical group.
Slow writing, not brainless
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