A game called "Empress Investment Game" appeared on Jiang Xiaoman's phone. It claimed that investing in empresses would earn him a hundredfold return.
He laughed in disbelief.
Had these pay-to-win game companies ever done any market research?
His parents had died tragically, his entire inheritance had gone to his second uncle, and he'd been saddled with an 800-million-yuan gambling debt. He was now a textbook case of a super-indebted heir!
And he was supposed to have money to spend on a game?
But the game's first top-up was only six yuan. What if it was real?
He'd been beaten down to the eighteenth level of hell. Daydreaming was the only way he could imagine turning his life around.
To his surprise, the game wasn't lying. Expensive antiques really did arrive in the real world!
Hahaha, he could finally turn his life around.
And so, investing in empresses became his life's work.
First, he'd trade the antiques for his first small fortune. Then he'd start laying the groundwork for his business empire. Finally, he'd make his second uncle cough up everything he'd taken!
Years later, Jiang Xiaoman was utterly baffled. He'd only meant to deal with his second uncle, so why were all the global tycoons kneeling before him?
