[Hiss—System check in progress, data insertion. Congratulations to the three hosts for binding the Godly Tycoon System. Please spend the 5 million before midnight.]

[Mission failed, time will restart.]

The one-bedroom apartment, less than 20 square meters, is home to three people, yet it feels unusually spacious, simply because apart from an old sofa and a double bed with broken legs, there is no other furniture in the room.

Hearing the electronic voice that suddenly appeared in their minds, the three of them exchanged a glance and continued to slump on the sofa.

A minute passed, and the system's cold, electronic voice sounded slightly puzzled, "Aren't you all excited?"

Qiao Xia rolled her eyes. "What can five million do? Don't you guys do background checks before you kidnap people? This amount of money isn't even a fraction of my dad's debts."

Qiao Xia used to be a rich young lady, but her father was too wasteful. After taking over the company for three months, he not only successfully bankrupted it but also incurred a debt of 1 billion yuan.

She could have paid off the debts by selling the family house and jewelry, but her father had no idea of ​​his own abilities and insisted on starting from scratch again.

Thus, one billion became three hundred billion.

To avoid being beaten to death by their creditors, Qiao Xia's family had no choice but to flee to a small third-tier city and take up jobs as a nanny, cleaner, and security guard.

The thought of being owed four months' wages made Qiao Xia want to destroy the world in an instant.

The system was clearly stunned by Qiao Xia's words. Since its debut, every host it had encountered was filled with the joy of being showered with money, but the more time passed, the less it knew how to spend the money. It was the first one who didn't have enough money.

"Ding-dong." Qiao Zhaoxing glanced at his phone.

Sure enough, the five million that had just arrived was quickly transferred away, like a drop of dew falling on the surface of water, without causing the slightest ripple.

The system's CPU was about to burn out, but then came ecstasy. For it, the more money the host spent, the more energy it accumulated.

It usually accumulates energy at a very fast pace in the early stages, but the energy accumulates less and less as time goes on. Such a money-making entity must be a big customer.

The system immediately reported to the main system, requesting an increase in funding.

A month later, Qiao Xia looked at the string of zeros on her phone, threw down the broom in her hand, and said, "I've finally gotten over my suffering."

The head of the health department, a middle-aged man with a beer belly, heard the noise she was making and scolded, "Isn't this our young lady? Just because everyone calls her that, you really think you're a rich and beautiful woman? Hurry up and pick up the broom, or I'll dock your pay."

Thinking about all the humiliation she'd suffered these past few months, Qiao Xia said, enunciating each word clearly, "I'm done!"

When the beer-bellied man heard her say that, he panicked. There are plenty of older people who do cleaning work, but they are not very quick and clumsy. How could they do his work like Qiao Xia did?

If Qiao Xia resigns now, where will he find people to recruit? Wouldn't he end up doing all the work?

"No, you can't leave." The beer-bellied man grabbed her hand and lectured, "You young people are all talk and no action. You can't even do a cleaning job, you'll be useless anywhere..."

"Pah!" Qiao Xia shook him off and slammed him onto the table. "What kind of job is it if you give me money? Don't let me see you again."

After saying that, Qiao Xia rushed into the KTV.

Each member of their family has their own extravagant hobbies, and she enjoys looking at handsome men and beautiful women.

Even when looking for a job, she specifically chose to work as a cleaner at a small live-streaming company. Thinking about the bland and monotonous days she had been living, Qiao Xia couldn't wait a moment longer.

"Go away, go away, where did this beggar come from?" The waiter standing at the front desk waved her away immediately, making no attempt to hide the sarcasm in his eyes.

Before Qiao Xia could react, the young girl standing next to him glanced at her clothes, stepped forward, and smiled gently, "We just opened here. Are you here to apply for a cleaning job?"

"We've already filled all our positions, but you can leave your phone number and we'll call you when a vacancy becomes available."

"What's your name?" Qiao Xia took off her oversized hat and mask, revealing long, silky hair that reached her waist. Her striking appearance made even her wholesale cleaning uniform look like a Paris runway piece.

The little girl stared at her face for two seconds, then stammered, "Xiao... Xiao Rou."

Qiao Xia tilted her head. "Open the card."

Then came the notification sound of "50,000 yuan received in Alipay".

Xiaorou realized what was happening and excitedly said, "Okay, okay."

The waiter, who had been watching from the sidelines, froze on his face the moment Qiao Xia took off her mask.

Upon hearing the notification sound of Alipay payment, he turned and pushed past Xiaorou, his face beaming with a smile, "Beautiful lady, let me introduce myself. My name is Kevin. Xiaorou is just a receptionist and doesn't have the authority to issue cards to customers. Let me do it."

Xiao Rou bit her lower lip tightly, looking at him in disbelief. Before coming, they had clearly agreed that she would receive a commission if a customer signed up for a membership card. This was clearly stealing his business.

Xiao Rou clenched her fist, mustering her courage to fight for herself.

"Ugh~" Qiao Xia vomited. "Where did this greasy stuff come from? If Xiao Rou can't open the card, just give me my money back. It's not like this is the only KTV here."

Kevin's smile froze on his face; he wanted to say something more.

Qiao Xia waved to Xiao Rou and said, "Let's go."

Xiao Rou's eyes immediately lit up, and she followed with quick, light steps.

Inside the private room, Qiao Xia looked at the different heights and weights in front of her and could hardly believe her eyes.

She looked at Xiaorou and said expressionlessly, "Are the standards for male models this low these days? What kind of trash sits in my private room? If the police come, they'll think I'm a hostess."

Xiaorou lowered her head in shame, "People in our small county are generally more conservative in their thinking..."

"But they can't be so self-conscious, can they? Isn't this just some young punk? I'm shameless enough to pay two thousand yuan for an appearance, but how can they be shameless enough to accept it?"

Several months of living in poverty had indeed instilled in Qiao Xia a stingy habit.

Their large tattoos, tight pants, and loafers are really an eyesore. If Qiao Xia had known that male models made so much money, she should have sent her father to a club when her family went bankrupt.

Although his father was a useless spendthrift, he was still quite handsome. Although he was over forty, he looked like he was only in his early thirties. He was a very popular handsome middle-aged man these days, and he stood out from the crowd.

Just as Qiao Xia was immersed in commenting on the male models, the system, which had been observing from the sidelines, finally couldn't help but speak up to remind her.

[Host, after discussions with the main system, your daily spending limit has been increased to one billion. If you cannot spend it all before midnight, the mission will restart, meaning you will have to repeat the life of debt.]

Seeing that Qiao Xia remained unmoved, the system asked doubtfully, "Aren't you worried at all?"

Qiao Xia shook her finger. "You have no idea how much my parents squander money."