I Just Want to Eat and Wait to Die, but My Daughter Hopes That Her Father Will Become a Dragon.

Song Yi's goal in life is simple: to guard the closing bookstore in Lao Cai, drink tea, fish, and survive until retirement. But his eight-and-a-half-year-old daughter Song Miaomiao didn't think so. Seeing her deskmate taking a luxury car to and from school, Song Miaomiao slapped the thermos cup on Song Yi's table with a serious expression: "Dad, there are still nine and a half years until I turn eighteen. As long as you work hard from today on, I will be a rich second generation after I graduate from college." "Be obedient, this is a calligraphy class and fishing health camp for you. You go and get into the elite circle for me first!" [Ding! The daughter's strong desire to "hope that my father will become a dragon" is detected, and the system of "hope that my father will become a dragon" is activated! Song Yi was forced to open his business, so he graffitied a word and hung it in front of the door to avoid the rain. The chairman of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, who was famous in the world of calligraphy and calligraphy, cried bitterly in front of the door and shouted that the immortal would come to the world; In order to avoid being inspected by his daughter, he went to make a nest in a wild river and swung out a heavy underwater bronze weapon that had been sleeping under the water for two hundred years; Three years later, Song Miaomiao came home with a report card that ranked first in the province, ready to urge her father to make progress again. But I saw the leader of Forbes' world ranking standing in front of his dilapidated counter, bowing and handing out a cigarette: "Mr. Gu, the economic essay you casually commented last month saved half of our consortium..." Song Miaomiao was confused: I asked you to work hard, but I didn't ask you to become an immortal immediately?