At Thirty, the Cashback System Finally Arrives

Anyway, most of my relatives are very nice. Even if they are not very close, they will still be polite. When my dad had major surgery and was hospitalized, my aunts took turns bringing us meals. They would all go out of their way to find wild black carp and soft-shelled turtles, and cook old pigeons to bring to my dad. Some of my aunts would cook elaborate dishes for my mom and me.

It's pretty good. I personally think that most relatives in reality aren't the vicious type, and the author's point about that made me feel quite comfortable. Keep it up!

I've read about a hundred chapters, and the protagonist spends every night in nightclubs, or he's a one-night stand. Forget it, I can't talk to alcoholics.

It's good; it only allows you to buy what you need, and there's no excessive spending. It's very comfortable to look at.

The content does echo the title; it's either about cashback or on the way to cashback. Buy things for family, buy things for friends, buy things for female friends. He developed relationships with female friends too quickly; he took them to watch the European Cup, played Dota 2, and learned guitar on the very day they met. The original protagonist was just a shut-in who never exercised.

After reading 150 chapters, the main plot of the novel is about getting cashback on spending money, getting cashback on making friends, and getting cashback on having casual sex. The novel perfectly matches its title.

The core of stories about wealthy tycoons is not about spending money.

There wasn't much of a climax; it got boring after a while.

Cars, houses, women—the stories of super-rich tycoons are probably running out of steam. Instead of cashing out, why not buy insurance for your parents? Millions can be spent in a flash; let's see how much they get back.

In short, aside from the fact that "Women Are All Fine," the portrayal of women is limited to a single name, even less significant than a car. The impression is like a pretty woman walking by on the street—somewhat memorable, but not much. Isn't this kind of writing just to satisfy the fantasies of the average guy? The result is that even those fantasies feel like those of a passerby. It seems they think the fantasies of the average guy are only fit for fast food.