Recently, there are three worries in heaven: the God of Poverty has taken over the role of the God of Wealth, the virtuous investors have absconded with their money, and the Greek gods have no one to deal with.
After all, the God of Wealth has descended to earth and run away!
The Poor God, a well-known and pitiful little man in the heaven, turned his back on God and guarded the merit box but refused to allocate funds for diplomacy. He was about to lose face to the boss in heaven!
Immortal 1: Take the water mirror to see where the God of Wealth is... I'll go!
Immortal 2: No way, no way, the God of Wealth will not really live in the old and the poor...
Immortal 3: No, no, the God of Wealth will not really be laughed at at the class reunion...
Everyone was afraid that the God of Wealth would travel to the lower world but his integrity would not be preserved, so they decided to show their love for the gods and take advantage of him.
The good boy cried sadly: The problem is, our boss doesn't want to be rich!
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Yin Ziyi has always been poor and has short ambitions. He just wants to do nothing and be idle. In his words, "I was tired of making money in my previous life." However, there are always people dropping lottery tickets in front of him and discussing the inside story of the stock market.
What could he do? He had to bend down, pick it up, send it to the police, and report it to the China Securities Regulatory Commission. The first sentence was "Please keep it" and the second sentence was "Send him to jail."
A certain rich second generation laughed at him: he was poor and his sleeves were cool.
Yin Ziyi thought hard: Eat three meals a day and be happy all year round. Good connection! Good connection! !
Until one day, Yin Ziyi, who had no desires and desires, squatted in the square with his hands and watched a free talent show, and saw a beautiful young man scolding his ripped jeans with a black face.
Shooyue: I am the son of Emperor Gaoyang, and I don't wear robes or clothes.
Yin Ziyi: I like it, I want it.
[Calm down the first-level master of poverty anthropology·God of Wealth Attack & White Cut Black Cut White Unlucky Little Star·Poor God Shou]
*A wonderful story about two abnormal people who spontaneously fight against their fate.
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The next book, "I Have a Sword to Ask the King", Gudan, please receive it in advance!
Ye Yin, the young prince who ran away from home, was tricked by a bad old man into becoming an apprentice.
There are three senior brothers, the first senior brother is liberal and virtuous, the second senior brother is brave in swordsmanship and has a heart in music, and the third senior brother is excellent in poetry and painting;
Only Junior Brother Ye fights cocks and lackeys every day, wanders around here and there, and forgets about the peasants, government and soldiers, and enjoys pulling out the old man's beard.
Until one day, the cavalry outside the pass broke into the study and slaughtered all the teachers.
Only then did Ye Yin realize that the bad old man Kuang Huaisu was actually the master of the world.
The cultural context of the Six Dynasties is cut off from this world.
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Three years later, Prince Ye returned to Chang'an and was already close to the emperor.
Kill loyal and good people, harm remonstrating ministers, do not care about right and wrong, but carry out the king's orders;
His father scolded him, why is the son of the Ye family willing to be a sycophant!
The courtiers asked him whether he had ever cherished the power of the people by inciting the emperor to go to war.
Ye Yin cut off relatives and abandoned friends, and went his own way. As a result, his favor and trust grew day by day, and he always accompanied the king.
From a valet to a hussar general;
After entering the desert three times, wearing iron armor and cold clothes, and entering the Khan's court, Ye Yin finally learned the truth about that year.
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On that day, the rivers will be clear and the sea will be clean, and the Xiongnu will not dare to invade;
By that day, the prince will have grown up and will be wise and wise;
I have a sword to ask the king.
Purpose: Wealth and honor are not my wish, and an imperial hometown is beyond my expectation.
