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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]

Empty green · Ciencia y ficción
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81 Chs

Chapter 45: The Wealth Code

The bald manager listened and remained calm, though his blood pressure seemed to be rising a tad too much…

"Mr. Meng, 14 million is really too high. How about we meet halfway, 13 million! An overbid of 2 million is already quite high, and that's the highest authority granted to me by the headquarters."

"Oh…" Meng Lang nodded in understanding and then stood up.

"Then I'll come back in a couple of days."

Joking aside, knowing I could earn 14 million but settling for 13 million, isn't that just being at odds with money?

Money is a bastard, yet in this world, both men and women, most seem to adore bastards.

"Uh… Mr. Meng, please wait a moment!" The bald manager's forehead began to sweat.

Come back in a couple of days?

Who knows if your expectations will continue to soar by then?

By that time, I'm afraid my blood pressure won't be able to handle it!