Ye Mingming: God, please give me an old gong for the incense money Xiaomin has given you over the years!
God: Uh... Okay.
Ye Mingming: Well, I want to be handsome, have eight-pack abs, be rich, and maybe have a bit of a dark underbelly...
God: (Concubine Hua rolls her eyes)
Before Ye Mingming could finish his fantasy, God knocked Ye Mingming out with his thumb.
God: Go to sleep, kid. In your dreams, you will have everything when you wake up. But you didn't say whether you want it to be modern or ancient. Hee hee hee...
Intention: Happiness