The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. "Landlord, is this what you meant by 'the house can be a little crowded at night'‽"
Rebirth of the godly investor more like. Mc is a filthy rich 2nd generation, he makes uninformed and random investment decisions without consulting a financial advisor. Then plot armor happens and his ROI is like 1000% and his portfolio's value goes up, no squandering here despite mcs constant talk. The system is forgotten and faded to the background. This novel is pure wish fulfillment for millions of chinese workers, some financial investment managers and most men with a microp*nis. Read this novel if youre feeling down after a day of sweaty hard work.