[First-person perspective of copywriting, third-person perspective of text]
I am an ordinary person with a debt of 20 million. My daily routine consists of attending classes, working part-time, and paying off debts. I live an ordinary life that most people live.
Until one day, I was bound to an investment system that would help me pay off my debt as long as I lost 100 million yuan in startup funds——
It's a small problem, don't panic. I have a lot of friends and relatives who don't accomplish anything.
My college classmate speculated in the stock market until his family went bankrupt, my childhood friend got into trouble every day and cried and murmured, my cousin only saw his scumbag boyfriend, my cousin got into fights and refused to study, my brother in the lower bunk bed of high school burned incense and worshiped Buddha and talked about gods, my senior often felt his limbs go limp and his face flushed when he was working...
They all have projects that need funding.
Then I discovered to my horror:
My college classmate was a stock god in his previous life. He was deeply hurt. His legs were broken and he was locked up in a villa as a canary. Now he is reborn;
My childhood friend is not from this world. He said that this world is actually a novel called "Boys Have Good Luck by Acting Coquettishly";
My cousin is a fast traveler with a heavy responsibility. He must complete the task of torturing scum in order to collect enough achievement points to resurrect his lover;
My cousin is a marshal who returned from the interstellar world. Now he has completed the military school course ahead of schedule and has become an officer with many meritorious deeds;
The brother in the lower bunk of my high school was a national master of an imaginary dynasty. With just a few fingers, he could cut off the iron mouth and sell a single talisman for millions;
My senior's experience is even more legendary. He actually lived in a certain ABO world for 150 years as an ordinary earthling...
The money I invested in them not only did not decrease, it doubled and doubled again.
I was heartbroken and couldn't help but look expectantly at my roommate.
He is so silent and gloomy. He is unemployed once a week on average and only wears the same two pieces of clothing every month.
Roommate: Thank you for the invitation. I just came back from the world of unlimited streaming and am running a company. I have not yet completely gotten used to the ordinary life of ordinary people. Why does my roommate look at me like this? Does he like me?
Cp roommate
Intention: Only struggle can create a bright future.