I Transmigrated as Uncle Dak in Hong Kong Fiction and Built the High Table

Eighty years old looks like thirty, and you won't even know how you died. Even if the protagonist went to the moon, it wouldn't matter. There's no doubt about that. Do you really think that the bigwigs of any country wouldn't slice you up for research? Immortality is the greatest temptation for humanity.

Don't write about the Dragon Group in mainland China, the Vatican in the West, the Zombie Covenant in Hong Kong, or the underworld! It'll all fall apart if you do!

Wearing so many layers made me laugh, haha.

If you hadn't made the protagonist younger, the results would have been better. You chose to write the character of Uncle Deng yourself, and you failed to capture any of the appealing aspects of this character, which became the biggest flaw.

Studio, assembly-line AI templates, even more ridiculous than Tomato.

That Uncle Deng stood up like a pig, and he was reborn as him?

Absolutely a complete flop, I'm posting this as proof.

It has absolutely no class. I came in expecting a high-class atmosphere, but it turns out even business is slow. It's so mindless it's practically brainless.

What a load of rubbish! I'm dropping this book immediately.

This is extremely greedy. They start charging after only 20 chapters. Such a good book should have started charging from the very first chapter.