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This era is like a kaleidoscope. Thousands of beauties are seen through small holes. When you open it up, you find that all the prosperity is just fragments of memories. 　 In a small town in northern Anhui, Wang Muchuan was sitting in his office, drinking tea, reading newspapers, drinking tea again, and reading newspapers again. This should be the case before retirement. The sun shines on the leaves of Clivia, making him feel at ease and contented. By chance, the god of fate chose him, allowing him to leave this small town and experience all the desires in the world. Thirty years of time have enveloped him, and he has tasted the warmth and coldness of human relationships, as well as the lust of money and flesh. He originally had no desires and desires, but he reached the top of the food chain savagely. . .