Wenheng Hall: Grand Master Controls Wealth

Chayue Mengsu was just an inconspicuous one among the thousands of unsigned authors of Yuewen. Until that night, the screen turned into an ancient bronze mirror, and Shang Binggan stepped out. He has no intention, but he can see through the hearts of all ages; he controls wealth, but treats gold and silver like dung. "You are a man of character, so how can you kneel down and ask for your signature?" The Grand Master looked at the bleak backend data with cold eyes and slapped the bronze wat tablet on the keyboard. "From today on, I am Emperor Wenheng, taking charge of your literary destiny. I will not be kitsch, I will not be unfinished, and I will not deceive my heart." As a result, there is a God of Wealth in the world who specializes in the collapse of logic and denounces the alienation of capital, and there is also an old-fashioned supervisor who is forced to work three thousand times a day and even pays attention to punctuation. Where does this mean ascending to godhood? He was clearly inviting an ancestor back home.