Chapter 48 Working to Support Your Father's Downgraded Spending (Double Update Combined)...

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It has to be said that you know yourself best.

Bian Xun's forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat, his breathing gradually returned to calm, and his eyes showed no emotion for a moment.

Huge waste of resources, unprofitable business, financial deficit...

These are the issues that Bian Xun will definitely pay attention to and will continue to try to solve.

He will surely figure out how to use the black card to cash out, thus creating a vicious cycle.

It was struggling wildly while simultaneously leaking heavily.

No wonder…

No wonder he said money is both the most important and the least important thing.

Because, without money, he's finished.

Even if he had money, he couldn't save it.

“…” Bian Xun closed his eyes.

Only now did he finally understand the situation they were facing; all the unusual behavior in the past had been hints.

The future self must have known about the existence of the "plot," which is why he handed the black card to his daughter who was about to travel back five years.

If the black card hadn't appeared with the child from the beginning and been handed to her mother, Bian Xun might not have received this strong stimulus from the start.

His mind and behavior may have already been controlled by the power of the plot, making him a character caught up in it.

Bian Xun's eyes darkened.

This sense of emptiness, this struggle against the intangible, was unlike any other obstacle he had faced in his life. He didn't even have a tangible opponent, no clear goal. Faced with Ning Ye's questioning and concerned gaze, he couldn't even bring himself to speak about it, nor was he allowed to explain.

The loss of self-control is a truly terrifying thing. In the moment he was forced to extend his hand, Bian Xun even felt a surge of ruthlessness.

This kind of emotion should not be felt by her or her child.

Bian Xun clenched his fists tightly, using his strong self-control to calm himself down.

Since it's a storyline...

Since it's a story created by humans...

So, there will always be an end.

All of this will stop once we hold on until the very end.

The president remained expressionless, trying to reassure himself.

It's okay. He's resilient.

In a sense, it's good news that the problem can be solved with money.

"Dad, are you alright?"

Ning Zhitao scratched her head. She was still dressed as the Silver Horn King. Compared to her rosy complexion, her father's face looked pale and bluish.

Ning Ye asked with concern, "Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"

Bian Xun took a deep breath, straightened his clothes, and regained his strong self-control. "No."

The most important question now is, how do we know what will happen next?

And how long can he stay sober after topping up his account?

Only Ning Ye can provide a solution to this matter.

"Let's go home first."

Ning Ye nodded.

Just as I was about to take the child's hand, I suddenly sensed something and caught a glimpse of a familiar figure flashing by.

The figure was still some distance away from her. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the art center, a woman wearing a floral scarf was hurrying away with her head down, disappearing into the dispersing crowd.

Ning Ye blinked, "Bian Xun, take Tao Tao's hand first."

Ning Cuizhen did indeed come with Wang Xuebing!

Ning Ye quickly followed the direction, simultaneously pressing the walkie-talkie, "Could you please stop that person wearing a scarf outside the venue—"

Ning Cuizhen's only maternal responsibility that she fulfilled throughout her life was to prevent Wang Xuebing from becoming a burden to her daughter.

But just now, she must have seen through the glass window the whole process of how she dealt with Wang Xuebing.

She saw Ning Ye as an adult, how she calmly acted without resorting to tantrums or insults.

Seeing what Ning Ye, who had received higher education and had no family burdens, had grown up to be like now.

She was relieved.

She will never appear again.

The security personnel from Wujiang received orders and rushed to the door, but at this time, the area outside the art center was crowded with people leaving the event. They could check people entering from the outside, but how could they stop people who had already left?

By the time the bodyguards had all run out, the ordinary-looking woman had completely disappeared into the bustling traffic and crowds.

Ning Ye squeezed into the crowd and looked around, but ultimately remained bewildered.

She stepped back to the glass window where she had glimpsed the figure earlier and saw a note pressed under the screen. Ning Ye unfolded it, and three words were written on it, not very neatly:

Don't look for me.

Ning Ye held the note, knowing how stubborn she was.

Ning Cuizhen knew that she was already capable of standing on her own, and that she probably already had family, so she didn't need her anymore.

"I'll keep looking, don't worry."

Bian Xun, holding the child's hand, appeared behind her without her noticing.

His face was still pale, but his tone had calmed down. "As long as she appears in this area, we can gather clues."

Ning Ye nodded, a look of blankness on her face.

She looked at Tao Tao, who was staring blankly at her mother, and recalled her mother's fleeting figure just now. Suddenly, she had a deeper understanding of the identity of "mother".

Some people see "motherhood" as a disgrace, yet transform it into a halo. Others have nothing of value, ask for nothing, and are content as long as you are doing well.

Ning Ye sighed in the winter wind, letting out a wisp of white breath, and lowered her head to hold her child's hand.

Being a parent is like taking things one step at a time, learning to mature through the increasing experience gained.

Looking at the diverse group of parents at the entrance of the art center, Ning Ye suddenly whispered to Bian Xun, "Can we really do as well as we will five years from now?"

They haven't experienced real childbirth, haven't started learning to raise a child from birth, and haven't truly grown from being new parents. Can they really be like real parents?

Bian Xun took her hand and said, "Yes."

The man's profile was stern, with a resolute expression and a cold, sharp brow bone.

Because five years later, they still firmly believe in themselves from five years ago—

It is possible.

It can withstand everything that is about to be faced.

Bian Xun looked up, his forehead already damp with sweat. He remained calm and suddenly said, "Let's keep this as a souvenir."

He looked at Assistant Zhang, who was walking over with a camera. His whole family had just taken a group photo in front of the choir competition sign.

"Mr. Bian, would you like a picture taken of your family?"

Ning Ye's mood also lightened. She looked down at the child, and Tao Tao jumped up excitedly, "Yay!"

I'll treasure this Silver Horn King makeup forever!

Bian Xun and Ning Ye stood at the entrance of the art center, where a banner was hanging. They each held one side of the child and lifted them up. Ning Zhitao showed a warm, golden smile, her round eyes narrowed into slits, and she stretched out her hand to make a peace sign at the camera.

Behind her, her father and mother were also standing very close together.

The moment the shutter was pressed was frozen in time.

The photo quickly reached the president, who admired it for a moment and then set it as his phone and computer wallpaper.

Then, he opened the photo album from the future.

Write code, then perform a series of operations.

I also included this group photo.

…

The events that occurred at the arts center that day quickly became a hot topic online.

The news that someone in Xu Lanyi's team had been arrested has spread like wildfire, drawing mixed reactions online.

[No, is it just my imagination? Why does it seem like the Best Actress has been getting so much negative press lately?]

[It's not a misperception; Xu's team is either involved with foreign police or has members who break the law—they're involved in all sorts of illegal activities!]

[Could you please take a look at the clarification? The person who was arrested was not a member of Sister Xu's team at all.]

[Can anyone explain where he got his work clothes? Don't the studio never sell their clothes to the public?]

The online debate is raging, with a constant stream of questions surrounding Xu Lanyi.

However, thanks to the prestigious international award she holds, netizens are generally still in a period of leniency towards her.

Are you not qualified to question a three-time Golden Horse Award-winning actress?

Sister Xu brought glory to the country, and that's why I spoil her so much.

Be careful, everyone. What if the powerful figure behind Sister Xu makes a move...?

Xu's fans are simply a bunch of fanatics.

This time, however, Xu Lanyi, at the center of the controversy, did not respond to the negative news. She had completely believed in the foreshadowed plot development and began to secretly and sweetly await the next development.

The scene of Bian Xun protecting Gu Zixun in the corridor almost struck her heart directly.

Bian Xun actually felt a slight tenderness towards her son.

After reviewing all the recent events, Xu Lanyi could easily understand the changes that had occurred in Bian Xun.

First, she brought three capital firms to fight him, demonstrating true equality and mutual respect between strong individuals. Few women in Beijing could achieve this, and Bian Xun's subsequent series of counterattacks were a clear indication that he acknowledged her as an opponent.

Furthermore, Wang Xuebing's appearance is a thorn in Ning Ye's side. Even if others don't have time to know what kind of person Wang Xuebing is, Bian Xun will definitely recognize this man who cheated him. Would he tolerate his child having such a grandfather? Would he tolerate Ning Ye's past betrayal?

He couldn't accept or resist his destiny, which is why he changed his behavior, isn't it?

Xu Lanyi looked at the various sounds on the computer screen, and a sense of anticipation rose in her heart.

After her final dance, her graceful retirement will be the perfect farewell to her status as a Best Actress, solidifying her legendary status in the industry.

Bian Xun will also have to make a choice. Just thinking that he will reach out to her and her son like he did that day makes Xu Lanyi's heart race. She can't wait to see Ning Ye's expression.

Having come this far, Xu Lanyi has to admit that Ning Ye, an ordinary person with no family background and not much wealth, has done an impressive job of defeating her to this extent.

She is indeed a smart, resilient, and soulful woman.

But from the very first day she entered the entertainment industry, Xu Lanyi was cast as the female lead.

In this world, she will always be the leading lady.

She didn't believe Ning Ye would always have a way to retaliate against her.

…

On the other side.

Wujiang Group Headquarters.

Ning Ye, who returned to work on Monday, kept an eye on the news.

She also outlined the next stage of the story: after winning an award at an international film festival for "Mama," Xu Lanyi made an even more powerful decision. She publicly stated that she was tired of life in the entertainment industry and wanted to embrace happiness and heal herself, so she temporarily left the public eye and retired from acting.

To this end, she will hold a grand retirement event, and at that event, the most glorious plot in the entire original work will take place—publicly acknowledging her father.

Upon closer examination, this is actually a shrewd decision that maximizes benefits. The various negative news surrounding her is eroding the public's patience and positive perception of her, while allowing herself to remain in a state of honor and freedom allows her to live as a legend in everyone's eyes, becoming a perfect winner envied by her industry peers.

Ning Ye pondered for a moment, tapped the pen tip, and closed the webpage.

She would discuss and devise detailed countermeasures with her teammates.

My teammates have been acting a bit strange lately.

Ning Ye looked up. She had been on a business trip to Europe for a week and hadn't seen Sister Zhou and the others for a long time since she returned from the New Year's holiday. Today, she brought them the gifts she had brought back and also gave special thanks to Jiang Xinghe.

Jiang Xinghe maintained his composure and didn't pry into Ning Ye's privacy. The handsome young man calmly accepted her gift, but his tone was somewhat solemn, "If you need anything else, just let me know."

Actually, he was very happy to receive Ning Ye's call for help that day.

"Thanks!"

Ning Ye was grateful to have such a good colleague. Just as she was about to ask him if he had any difficult tasks, Assistant Zhang suddenly walked to Ning Ye's desk. "Ms. Ning, there is a document that you need to check. Please come with me."

"Okay, sure."

She followed Assistant Zhang out of the department office area, only to see Bian Xun's dark figure walking nonchalantly into a conference room in the distance.

Ever since the choir competition ended, Bian Xun has been acting strangely—

He divided his days into morning, noon, and evening sessions to make her spend money.

We can't spend too little.

It sounds like the behavior of a domineering CEO, but it's spending the money of a future domineering CEO.

It has a kind of psychedelic beauty.

Ning Ye walked into the conference room, closed the door, and shut the blinds.

Bian Xun crossed his arms and looked at her quietly. "Colleagues are prohibited from chatting during work hours. We need to improve the efficiency of our work time."

He was still bothered by the fact that Ning Ye had called Jiang Xinghe for help in the early hours of that day.

I could have woken him up.

"?"

Okay, okay, back at the company he's still a heartless capitalist daddy, huh?

The president chuckled, a hint of misfortune creeping into his usually proud and aloof handsome face.

Unbeknownst to anyone, the president's words were not unfounded; he had personally entered the game and was already striving to increase his unit time cost.

In the past few days, Bian Xun has experimented and figured out the general pattern.

When there are no major plot points, the plot doesn't constrain him as much, and the remaining balance that's slipping away every second is enough to keep him clear-headed and autonomous.

However, if there is any plot development, he will need to spend a lot of money to stay sober and buy his free time.

Currently, his time unit cost is approximately in the tens of millions.

The losses amounting to tens of millions were enough to pull him out of the storyline.

Bian Xun leaned against the side of the table, arms crossed, and for now, he could manage.

However, such a pattern is clearly not rigorous enough.

He needs to figure out the total cost he needs more quickly and accurately.

Ning Ye, however, had only been called over by Assistant Zhang to handle some work, and looked at him with suspicion, asking, "What exactly did you call me over to check?"

Bian Xun raised his dark eyes, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her close to him, “…Me.”

Ning Ye was made uneasy by his understated flirtatious manner.

This is at the company!

Since we started living together... no, since the proposal, this person's behavior has completely changed.

Ning Ye could understand that the plot hanging over her head could cause trouble at any time, and the further it went, the more Tao Tao would be involved.

The arrival of their child was the starting point of the entire story.

They do indeed need to be vigilant at all times.

While pondering the cost of stimulating himself, he stroked the smooth skin of her wrist and sighed helplessly, "The thermos you bought for Tao Tao was too cheap."

One hundred yuan won't be enough to get a result.

Ning Ye was completely confused.

Starting these past two days, in the mornings, Bian Xun would drop off the child while Ning Ye went to work first.

The child adapts well.

The child's father also adapted well.

It's hard to imagine that Bian Xun, who was completely averse to children just a few months ago, can now walk straight through the noisy crowd of parents and watch their children enter the kindergarten.

But this is the most prominent benefit for Ning Ye after they started living together, because now she doesn't have to rush when she gets to the company cafeteria for breakfast.

Before leaving home this morning, Bian Xun asked her to use her black card to buy a set of thermos cups for three people. While eating, Ning Ye casually saw a cute little grape cup on Taobao and placed an order.

"One hundred yuan is not cheap for a thermos."

The president, however, looked sorrowful.

One million is already very cheap.

Think back to the beginning, when a cup of milk tea cost him a million, he found it hard to accept.

Now, a million is as common as breathing.

The president's lips held a bitterness unknown to anyone, his gaze seemingly falling on Ning Ye's slightly parted lips, but suddenly, his expression froze.

wrong.

The stimulus effect of one million went from present to nonexistent.

That's because it happens repeatedly, so it's no longer novel.

Bian Xun lowered his eyes and looked at Ning Ye, suddenly realizing a serious problem.

This system of buying clarity with money isn't necessarily constant. What if the amount required to stimulate his clarity each time also changes?

This is actually very easy to understand.

From a physiological perspective, the human brain's response mechanism to stimulation also has a threshold.

He can now be brought to his senses by spending ten or twenty million, and can buy himself a certain period of free control, but what about after that? Will ten or twenty million still be enough?

In extreme circumstances, could 100 million only buy him for one day? One hour? One minute?

Bian Xun's expression slowly changed.

He was born into a noble family and lived a life of luxury.

This is the first time in my life that I've truly worried about not having enough money.

Ning Ye: "What's wrong with you now?"

Bian Xun gripped her hand tightly, and within a few breaths came up with a temporary solution. He forced himself to remain calm and said, "...It's alright."

From now on, he will stop at nothing to make money.

Furthermore, one should try to maintain a mindset of poverty.

Repeatedly remind your brain to lower its consumption level and keep its threshold from getting too high, so that it can control the cost of maintaining clarity and autonomy.

Otherwise, he will eventually be unable to afford his own things.

Bian Xun closed his eyes.

Let's start now.

The world's most arrogant richest man is beginning to face repercussions.

Seeing his pale face, Ning Ye leaned closer with concern, wanting to touch his forehead to check his temperature. "Are you really sick?"

But as they got closer, all they could hear was the arrogant CEO's mutterings.

"Expensive, really expensive."

"A cup that costs 100 is already very expensive."

“A thousand is an even larger sum of money.”

"I can hardly afford tens of thousands."

Of course, all x10000.

Ning Ye was stunned. "?"

Although she agreed with what he said, it sounded so hypocritical coming from some people.

Just then, Assistant Zhang gently knocked on the door. Ning Ye turned around and opened it for him. Assistant Zhang came in carrying two cups of lattes made with freshly ground coffee beans from the coffee machine.

Wujiang has always done a good job in terms of employee benefits, and its tea room and rest area have always provided employees with a variety of drinks and snacks free of charge.

However, when Assistant Zhang looked up with a smile, she met the president's blank stare.

That void carried a sense of resolute determination.

His aloof, dark eyes fell on the disposable coffee cup. He shook his head and whispered, "Too expensive."

"??"

The president pressed his forehead, as if he were casting some kind of spell.

Too expensive, can't afford it, no thanks, can you make it cheaper?

Bargain with the heavens.

He was half a move ahead of Heaven.

Ning Ye fled back to her desk in a panic, "?"

Oh no, he's really gone mad.

...

Soon, Ning Ye discovered that Bian Xunzhen had downgraded his spending habits.

Consumer values ​​have even reached the ordinary people.

There's nothing wrong with that. Those enormous diamonds from before were too impractical. The sudden downgrade in consumption has actually covered up the problem of their previous inconsistencies in values ​​and consumption habits.

Bianxun finally had a normal price system.

Unfortunately, despite the CEO's efforts to save money, the year-end was approaching, a time when he was ready to spend a lot of money.

Firstly, in terms of the plot, there will be a highly prestigious international auction in Beijing, which is a very important event in the original work.

Once the twelfth lunar month begins, the Bian family's old residence will open to receive visiting cards from all over the country. After verification, those who receive a reply can begin to visit after the first day of the new year.

In the original novel, Xu Lanyi officially visited the door at this time. This was not only because of the development of the male and female protagonists, but also because Xu Lanyi had purchased a jade Maitreya Buddha that Old Master Bian had been searching for at the auction before the new year.

That's not the most important thing. The key point is that Bian Xun also participated in this auction. And because it was an anonymous auction, he and Xu Lanyi bid against each other. In the end, he won the Maitreya Buddha at a high price, but then generously gave it to Xu Lanyi as a stepping stone.

“…” Bian Xun listened without expression.

He decided to let Ning Ye spend lavishly that day, while he himself would remain dry and not spend a single penny.

In addition, Bian Xun made a special trip to the police station to meet Wang Xuebing, who was being detained and interrogated.

Bian Xun had already arranged everything, and his ramblings would have no effect on Ning Ye. He came to see how much suffering Ning Ye was going through, and then to inform him: pay back the money.

"I'll reform myself properly inside and try to pay back my 500,000 yuan as soon as possible."

The person who had been timidly bowing his head suddenly raised his eyes, revealing a section of cloudy eyeballs with only the whites of his eyes showing. "Big boss, young master, you're already so rich, why do you still want this little bit of money from me?! Aren't you trying to kill me?!"

Wang Xuebing didn’t know what kind of family this was back then, but now he does. Even if it’s 500 million, this man in front of him can still come up with that amount!

For a gambling addict, the feeling of not having enough money back then is enough to torment him for a lifetime.

“Yes, you don’t need to live too comfortably,” Bian Xun stood up, glanced down at him, and said, “Try to pay off your debts before you die, and die with a clear conscience.”

This man was clearly not joking; Wang Xuebing cursed, "You, a big boss, are so short of money?!"

"Yes, money is very important to me."

Bian Xun got up and left, but Wang Xuebing behind him didn't believe it at all and was so angry that he almost had a stroke.

The president thus made every effort to maintain a state of poverty.

However, for the president of Wujiang Group, the amount of money he needs to spend is not limited to this as the year draws to a close.

In addition to personal relationships with partner companies and major clients.

And finally, and most importantly, there's one last, massive expenditure—

Year-end bonus for group employees.

This is something Ning Ye has been looking forward to since joining the group, because the year-end bonus ratio at headquarters is much higher than that at branch offices. It is said that the group's annual year-end bonus expenditure exceeds 300 million yuan.

Ning Ye's performance last year was excellent, and according to the bonus pool ratio, it will be a very generous bonus.

It's time to have a good New Year with the kids.

If we can find Ning Cuizhen, we can afford to pay her medical expenses.

However, people's joys and sorrows are not shared.

The application materials for the year-end bonus are currently on the president's desk.

Even after get off work, the lights in the CEO's office remained on.

Ning Ye came up to wait for him to pick up the child together. When she opened the door, Bian Xun was sitting in front of the thick sandalwood desk, his hands propped up against his nose.

After pondering for a long time, the man spoke softly and quietly, "Should we reduce this year's year-end bonus...?"

Ning Ye's face was resolute: "? Have some decency."

No matter how unscrupulous a capitalist is, if they really want to take away the workers' livelihood, you won't stand a chance.

Bian Xun: "."

The president remained silent, and finally, with a cold expression, he approved the year-end expenditures. Then, he put down his pen and closed his eyes with a bitter look on his face.

Ning Ye nodded solemnly and affirmatively.

Bian Xun solemnly warned his brain not to casually adapt to such an expenditure of hundreds of millions.

You don't have that ability.

...

After leaving the company, the two went to pick up their child together. Bian Xun maintained his normal demeanor throughout, trying his best not to let her and the child feel that enormous pressure.

Ultimately, this is a problem he will have to solve alone.

Ning Ye didn't investigate the reason for his recent series of reduced spending habits, and neither the mother nor daughter seemed to notice anything unusual about him.

However, after entering the door, Tao Tao scurried into the small room, and a moment later, a fuzzy little grape popped out.

"Mom and Dad, hurry up and change!"

Those were winter pajamas that Ning Ye had bought for the family of three. The ones for Tao Tao were light green with grape prints, soft milk fleece, and came with a hat with grape stems on it.

Ning Ye wore a set of light pink pajamas with light green leaf prints, which also subtly contained symbols representing her.

Bian Xun unpacked his clothes and shook them out, only to find black hearts on his white pajamas.

"?"

Ning Ye raised her hand and touched the tip of her nose, feeling embarrassed.

I really didn't expect that unscrupulous capitalists could have any other symbols.

You can't exactly print money on clothes, can you?

Bian Xun had never actually worn anything with this style before, but it turns out that as long as you have the right figure, anything will look good.

Soon, the family of three changed into matching fluffy pajamas and stood in front of the mirror, looking like a scene from an animated film.

Ning Zhitao reached out to her father, who bent down and picked her up. He found that the little girl wrapped in milk fleece was even softer than usual. She nestled next to her father's neck and patted his head.

Children can sense the pressure adults face.

Bian Xun raised his dark eyes and saw Ning Ye smiling at him.

Bian Xun had never actually worn anything made of this material.

But his anxiety and stress were indeed largely soothed by the soft touch.

He held the child in his arms, gazing at Ning Ye's face, and suddenly made a suggestion.

Let's move to the new house together.

Ning Ye was slightly taken aback and turned to look at him.

"A new house?"

Before Bian Xun could speak, Little Grape in his arms peeked out from under the hat and started rummaging around.

"Dad, is this Happy Home on the 21st floor of Building 5, Rongtai New City?"

Bian Xun raised an eyebrow and said, "Yes."

Ning Zhitao let out an excited howl and grabbed her father's collar, "Let's go home! Let's go home!"

Bian Xun's heart felt as if it were wrapped in milk fluff.

They seem to be able to see their future happiness very soon.

The child's anticipation was irresistible, but Ning Ye suddenly remembered something, her face flushed, and she asked him, "Did you set a security password?"

"Not yet," Bian Xun raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"nothing."

Ning Ye made up her mind that this time, she would at least not let him set his measurements...!

As the new house was gradually filled in.

The Spring Festival is fast approaching.

On the night before the auction, in the early hours of the morning, Bian Xun suddenly opened his eyes and found himself standing in the living room.

As the plot thickened, that uncontrollable force suddenly intensified. For a brief moment just now, he seemed to be acting out a character "pacing around the living room," but those weren't voluntary movements.

Only after the story ended did he regain his senses, and his face turned completely pale.

For people with an extremely strong desire for control, this feeling of being out of control is a form of torture.

If this passivity intensifies, he might throw everything he has into fighting it.

"Bian Xun?"

Ning Yefang's soft voice suddenly came from behind.

She walked over with light, slow steps.

Seeing his unusual tension, an unknown pressure loomed over his back like a mountain.

Bian Xun faced the living room window, watching the moonlight spill onto the floor. Hearing the sound, he didn't turn around, but suddenly asked her.

What if I really become poor?

Ning Ye paused slightly, then walked to his side, and the two looked at the moon in the night sky side by side.

Then Ning Ye spoke softly, "Then I'll take on an extra job after get off work, and also do a few freelance consulting jobs. I can also tutor for two days on weekends. It might mean you'll have to spend more time with Tao Tao, but my income will probably triple. Oh, and I can also..."

As she spoke, she actually started calculating seriously.

He even took out his app to check the current market situation, but after typing a few words on his phone, it was taken away, and he was pulled away and pressed into a cool but burning chest.

His heart began to beat.

"That won't work."

Bian Xun closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, his mind made up.

He didn't accept it.

Even in death, one should strive to be rich.

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Author's Note: Ahhhhh, here it comes!

Even being twenty minutes early is still early, right?! Zhao Shijue, get back to updating at midnight!!!

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