I Earn 20,000 a Month, Yet Became the Richest Man

The first few chapters seemed alright, and I thought it would be a unique and silly novel about a rich and powerful person. I was quite looking forward to it. As I watched, the feeling changed. It started with all sorts of urban superpowers and old tropes, which made me want to vomit.

It turned into a harem novel while I was writing it, what a waste of my money!

The author probably never expected this, right?

Brothers, I can't hold on any longer, I'm leaving first.

The medicine in front is good medicine; the medicine behind is rat poison, arsenic, poison for arsenic, and cockroach bait.

I just don't understand how such a good subject could be written into something so toxic. To be honest, with this subject matter and such an excellent and novel setting, it really has the potential to become a hit. I've read quite a few popular novels about wealthy characters, and the setting of falling prices in this one already ranks in the top three in terms of interest.

The beginning was indeed good, but the result was (Long Aotian in the City of Infatuation).

Seriously? Do you guys even use your brains when you read novels? If you used your brains while reading, you'd die instantly! As long as I didn't use my brains, I would have finished this whole book.

At first, it felt quite novel. Although it's a classic trope of a rich man's life, the exaggerated value of money is still interesting. However, I couldn't continue reading when I got to the part about "keeping a mistress." It's not that there's anything wrong with it, but I just can't agree with its values.

The subject matter is good, and the plot is well-structured, but the narrative is utterly stale. New readers might enjoy it, but I wouldn't recommend it to seasoned readers... I'm afraid it might poison your minds.