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  1. Five Million a Day, I Will Spend Money Directly to Renovate the County. Urban20k Wordsongoing Lin Jian, a programmer in Shanghai, is exhausted from years of 996 infighting. Her monthly salary is less than half an inch of housing prices in Shanghai. After years of hard work, she has no hope of buying a house and marrying a wife. Watching my classmates from my hometown live a stable life while taking exams, I feel aggrieved and have nowhere to go. When you wake up, the heavenly system will bring you a fixed income of 5 million every day! But the system has set a strict rule: all funds can 0Votes1Recs0Fans
  2. Five Million a Day, I Will Spend Money Directly to Renovate the County Urban57k Wordsongoing Lin Jian, a programmer with a master's degree in Shanghai Piao 985, is trapped in Shanghai's endless 996 and the anxiety of layoffs. A monthly salary of 20,000 yuan cannot afford the sky-high housing prices. After years of hard work, there is no hope of buying a house and getting married. Watching my former classmates return to their hometowns to take exams and live and work in peace and contentment, I feel unwilling and confused. I can only rely on cool writing to relieve my depression. One nig 0Votes2Recs0Fans
  3. God of War: I Hid a Robot and Became a Powerful Minister in Troubled Times Historical42k Wordsongoing In 5000 AD, Ling Xingyao, a young scholar from the Interstellar Federation, drove a quantum spacecraft through a wormhole and accidentally fell into the cold weapon planet Xuanchen. Here, countries are divided and wars are raging. People exchange their children for food, and civilization is on the verge of collapse. The "Tianshu" chip implanted in his brain stores all five thousand years of human knowledge, and the accompanying robot Mo Zhai is the most loyal guard. On one side there is blood an 0Votes0Recs0Fans
  4. That Year the Wind Was Blowing, and the Young Man's Heart Was Moved Urban115k Wordsongoing In the midsummer when I was seventeen years old, the cicadas were chirping noisily and my thoughts were running wild. The friendship between the scumbag and the top student at the same table quietly heated up as they borrowed paper, moved books and passed notes over and over again; the young man's startling glimpse of the class beauty became the lingering white moonlight in his heart. The three brothers made bold promises over beer and night talks, but their peace was broken. A conflict caused b 0Votes1Recs0Fans