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My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!

Suddenly, the mysterious book I received turned out to describe my own life? Once I chose to change my destiny, the life within the book changed as well. In the book, I encountered insincerity, spent ten years behind bars, and witnessed viruses laying Siege... Cancer, bus plunging off cliffs, plane crashes, senile dementia ... even the end of days – a variety of deaths; was this fate's punishment for the rebels? No one is a hero; it is just that this disaster-ridden fate forcibly made me into a warrior charging into battle. Those who killed me over and over will ultimately make me stronger! Through numerous life simulations, I amassed wealth from the financial markets, rescued innocent girls from felons, and acquired advanced technology from the future... Although I always encounter various disasters and accidents, I still strive to flutter the butterfly's wings, changing my original fate little by little. After countless simulations, the world too embarked on a completely different path. However, where did this autobiography come from? Behind it all, what kind of unknown conspiracy is lurking... [A literary man's laid-back daily life of unlimited simulations to save the world]

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228 Chs

Chapter 92: Resistance to Death_2

"How much is your monthly salary?"

Lin Haitang was startled.

She had thought Meng Lang was going to ask about something else, but it turned out to be about the salary?

"Um... The base salary is ten thousand, and with the company's bonuses and benefits, it amounts to about thirty thousand a month. What do you need to know that for?" Lin Haitang didn't hide anything.

"Thir... thirty thousand?" Meng Lang couldn't help but be astounded.

If it hadn't been for his prophetic foresight earning him a sum, such a salary would be something utterly unattainable for someone with a monthly income of three thousand like him.

"With such a high salary, why do you still go to bars to sing and tire yourself out?"

So this was what he wanted to ask.

Lin Haitang's expression dimmed slightly. She glanced at Meng Lang before finally speaking slowly.

"My father's business failed and he accumulated a lot of debt. If I want to keep Xiao Yu's custody, I have to send him money every month.