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My name is Lu Ze, a cashier working the night shift at a convenience store. I have two hundred left after paying the rent, and I have two meals of expired bread. I downloaded a rubbish mobile game on my phone. I charged 6 yuan to close the pop-up window and killed three red monsters chasing a little girl. Charge 18 to smash a cover, charge 328 to pass her away, charge 998 to kill a stone monster. I thought it was a scam. Until she sent me a fruit, my 500-degree myopia was cured on the spot. Now a pop-up window says that she is about to be surrounded and suppressed by the entire sect, and she can only be saved by charging 648. I touched my empty wallet. I have to kill a mutated dog tonight to collect money. Later, I joined the seventh branch, specializing in dealing with the mysterious realm of death that emerged in reality. Lead the team to explore and discover the ancient artifacts in the secret realm that make all awakened humans kill red-eyes-- They are all rags that I gave away casually back then. In the deepest part of the secret realm, there was a female swordswoman in white who chopped the abyss lord into pieces with one sword. She turned around and smiled at me: "Lord God, I have charged 648 for you." ... Wait, when did she come to reality?

"Being a good person can't save Tongming Village; but being a common person can." In his previous life, Huang Fangzheng adhered to his principles and was surrounded and suppressed because he refused to take over the company, causing the villagers to lose their money. In the midsummer of 2005, on the eve of the typhoon landing, the village was setting up a feast for him. Huang Fangzheng, who was reborn, looked at the college admission notice that was placed on the table. He folded it in half and secretly stuffed it under the rickety legs of the table to level the table. Then, with the gift money collected by the villagers, he went against the wind and collected all the unsaleable shrimps in the village, and plunged into the Bincheng Night Market. That night, he did something that shocked everyone. He was shirtless and hung up a banner: "On Typhoon Carnival Night, Free Beer and Prawns!" His peers laughed at him for being a prodigal, but his unique secret recipe of stir-fried shrimp from the typhoon shelter was so spicy that diners went crazy and ordered high-risk beer. The free ones are the most expensive. He used the flow thinking from twenty years later to reduce the dimensionality and make ten times the profit overnight. From setting up stalls in night markets to monopolizing logistics, from serving local pigs to capital games. When the luxury car drove back to the village, the old party secretary asked where the notice had gone. Huang Fangzheng pointed at the car full of dividends: "Uncle, that piece of paper is too light to suppress the poverty of our village. But the money is heavy enough!"