I Reached My Peak Prematurely and Was Not Allowed to Show Off.

Because of the system, I control my luck, am rich, and am as rich as my country. If it were placed in another story, it would definitely be a story of a man attaining enlightenment, a chicken or a dog ascending to heaven, a drunken beauty lying on her knees, waking up to take over the world, and it would be an unstoppable exhilaration. But this system is going to do some kind of night march, and if you have money, you can't let people know about it? Doesn't this take away the fun of slapping the rich second generation in the face and teasing the green tea bitch? Who wants to read such a novel? Wait, drive the Batmobile to the countryside, make random investments to graze around the world, contract a small fish pond in a virgin forest, build a castle on an uninhabited island, use a dedicated satellite to watch top artists perform their own Internet dramas, let a mechanical maid do housework, and the stock market will skyrocket and plummet at your fingertips. Being a behind-the-scenes player who is indifferent to fame and wealth seems to be quite promising.