The fourth plane ends.
In his later years, Lin was sent back to the system space.
The system begins to settle the amounts obtained from the third and fourth planes.
Original total amount: +=102,520
The third one: (fixed reward) + 1000 (system provided: 10x100) = 51,000
The fourth plane: (fixed reward) + (system provided: 10x500+50x80+60x50+100x34+500x66+1000x16+1000) = 125,400
The amount of money currently owned by the host Lin in his later years is: 10.252+5.1+12.54=278.92
Lin Wannian was lying on the sofa provided by the system, holding the system's strawberry mobile phone, looking at the money he had earned in each plane with a little interest, especially when he saw the third plane, he couldn't help but complain: "The money I got from meeting Sang Linxuan is more than the main task. It seems that I have to pry Sang Shiyan bald in the next plane." He muttered the last sentence to himself.
077 fluttered its white wings and flew to Lin Wannian's side and landed, holding another spare machine in its hand. The brand was orange: "Dear host, since you have performed well in the previous four planes, you have met the standards both outrageously and reasonably."
Lin glanced at it in his later years: "Are you insulting me or insulting me?"
"No. I can fulfill one of your requests. Do you want to go to the male dimension to do a mission?" 077 offered temptation.
Lin Wannian suddenly stood up, his eyes shining: "Can you satisfy me?"
"Yes. I contacted the system of the male frequency group next door, and it said it can share the next plane with me."
"The male frequency group next door? Damn, I'm curious, can I communicate with the host of that system?"
"No, we can only communicate between systems. Private communication between hosts is prohibited."
"Okay." Lin Wannian calmed down, but he also had doubts: "What mission is the other party doing?"
077: "Oh, the host of my system brother is responsible for abusing scumbags + fighting cuckolds + pampering wives + love tasks, slapping scumbag girlfriends and extreme relatives in the face, and helping the original owner fulfill his last wish."
"Damn, that looks so cool." Lin Wannian played with the red string around his wrist. "Then can I choose to be a rich second-generation in there? The kind that doesn't have to worry about food and drink, and it would be best if I could collect rent."
077 lowered his head and swiped the orange phone in his hand, and replied: "Sure. Since this is a benefit I applied for you, there is no reward. You can do whatever you want, but after the host next door completes the task, we will follow."
"Okay, as long as I'm happy." Lin Wannian didn't have any objection.
After confirming, 077 continued to use his phone to contact the system next door.
In his later years, Lin was brought to the fifth dimension by the system.
The moment he came through, he was holding a bottle of happy water in his hand. When he raised his hand, he caught a glimpse of the chubby hands.
He didn't react and looked down at his big beer belly.
“Oh my god!”
A heavy voice came from his mouth.
clatter--
Lin Wannian put down the Coke in his hand and quickly got up from the recliner.
The moment he stood up, he staggered a few steps and almost fell.
He dragged his heavy body out of the room, went to the bathroom, and looked for a mirror, but couldn't find it.
He picked up his phone and turned on the selfie mode with trembling fingers.
I saw in the mirror a face with many red pimples and fat skin, which made the eyes, nose and mouth small.
Remembering something, he unzipped his belt and saw a small thing inside.
Lin went mad again in his later years.
“Ah…Fuck!!”
A deafening sound came from a small villa.
"System! You explain! You explain!"
[Dear host, please listen to my explanation. ]
"Okay, I'll listen to your excuses."
077 Open your mouth, [Forget it, suddenly I don’t know what to say. 】
"Damn it, you could have found me an ordinary person, but you found me a fat guy. It would have been fine if you found me a fat guy, but Jiji is so young, I'm going to fuck you!!"
When Lin Wannian talked about the last part, he became hysterical. Jiji was as small as his index finger. Damn, his self-esteem was gone.
Even if he is gay, he can't stand it because Jiji is too small!
077 was afraid to say anything after seeing Lin’s crazy behavior, for fear that Lin’s madness would become even more serious.
Lin Wannian put down his phone, wiped the fat on his face, and showed determination in his small eyes: "I want to lose weight!"
[Okay, host, keep going! I support you verbally!] 077 said while lying in the system space.
Lin ignored it and looked around. On the floor were piled empty bottles, potato chip bags, instant noodle buckets and other miscellaneous garbage.
There was an unpleasant smell in the air, and it was unclear whether it came from his fat body or from the garbage.
His mind was blank and his eyes were staring blankly.
Squeak——
A fat, shiny rat crawled out from the garbage pile and crawled past Lin Wannian's feet with a reckless attitude.
“Pah—”
The dead body of a rat lay on the floor.
Lin Wannian shook off his slippers, threw them on the ground, and put them on his legs: "Good fellow, if I don't show my power, you think I'm your relative!"
As he spoke, he raised his leg and kicked over, and the dead rat was buried in the garbage.
This kick knocked Lin Wannian to the ground with his buttocks, and he slowly got up.
He rolled up his transparent sleeves, put his hands on his waist, and said to himself: "Losing weight starts with cleaning up the trash!"
He looked at the layout of the building and first opened the doors and windows to let the fresh air from outside blow in.
I found a white bag in the closet to hold the quilt, put the quilt on a stool, held the stool, bent down to pick up the bottle, but before I had picked up half of it, I was panting heavily and my cheeks were covered with sweat.
Lin Wannian raised the back of his hand to wipe the sweat off his face, then simply dropped to the ground with his buttocks, and moved to wherever he could find something.
The bag, one meter long and fifty centimeters wide, was full, but the bottles in his room were not yet full.
It's like a recycling station.
Lin Wannian tied up the whole bag of garbage, sat on the dirty floor, picked up his mobile phone, and dialed the number of a delivery boy.
"Brother, please buy me ten snakeskin bags, five bottles of insecticide, and four bottles of disinfectant."
"OK!"
Lin Wannian hung up the phone, opened Alipay, and saw the 3 million yuan in Yu'ebao, with a daily income of several thousand yuan. He then opened the WeChat wallet's zero-balance account and saw 2 million yuan, with a daily income of more than 1,000 yuan.
There is still 10 million in the bank account. I own 10 houses, nine of which are rented out. The monthly rent for the renovated ones is 10,000 to 20,000, and the ones that are a little worse are 3,000 per month.
Lin Wannian carefully read it over and over again, counted it over and over again, and after he knew the amount in his mind, he burst into tears and said: "I am finally a local tycoon."
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