"Cleaners wanted! 80 per day, daily payment!
Part-time security guards! 4,000 a month!
Flyer distributors, urgently hiring!"
The labor market.
An Yi watched the surging crowd, a sense of helplessness washing over him.
Only in such an environment could one truly understand the toil of the working class, running back and forth for mere scraps of silver.
To make money, he had brought out his entire life savings—50,000 yuan.
He had already made up his mind: if he couldn’t find a suitable job, he’d head to the underground boxing ring.
50,000 yuan—five fights!
Earn 250,000! Then fight another 25 matches—earn 1.25 million!
And then, another 125 fights—earn 6.25 million!
"Hey, kid, you’ve been standing here for ages. What kind of job are you looking for?"
A chubby, bearded man grinned. "A strong young guy like you is pretty popular here. Tell me what you want, and I’ll hook you up."
An Yi snapped out of his thoughts and pondered for a moment.
Right now, he needed to earn 100,000 a day just to break even. If his daily income fell below that, it’d be a waste of time.
If he was going to waste a day, it had to be worth it.
After a long pause, An Yi said seriously, "Old bro, got any jobs that pay 200,000 a day?"
The bearded man froze, then stared at him. "Bro, I’d like to know too."
An Yi: "..."
Daily-paid jobs? The most lucrative were construction workers.
They could make 300 yuan a day!
Skilled workers like Ding Renfeng could pull in 400!
A solid 10,000 a month—a high-paying job by any standard!
In the past, An Yi would’ve been drooling over this.
But now, knowing he needed 100,000 a day just to stay afloat, even these "high-paying" jobs felt like a waste of life.
"Damn it! Where the hell did Lin Chen find that bodyguard gig worth 100 million?!"
Clearly, it wasn’t at the labor market.
An Yi glanced at the bank across the street and sighed.
Was he really being forced to rob a bank?
Just then—BANG! BANG!
Two gunshots rang out from the bank opposite the labor market!
"Stop him! Someone’s robbing the bank!"
A woman’s scream echoed through the street.
An Yi looked up.
Two burly men in black stockings over their heads were firing into the air, stuffing bag after bag of cash into the trunk of a car.
"Bank robbery? Seriously? People actually do this?!"
An Yi frowned.
Only then did he realize that everyone else had ducked for cover at the sound of gunfire.
He was the only idiot still standing, sticking out like a sore thumb.
Without hesitation, An Yi crawled under a nearby table, mimicking the bearded man’s pose—head down, hands over his head. "Old bro, make some room."
When it was time to be cautious, you had to be cautious.
These guys were robbing a bank!
They were desperate criminals with guns!
Playing hero wasn’t worth dying over.
The bearded man scooted aside, letting An Yi squeeze in, his face pale. "Bank robbery… damn, how do these guys have the guts? They’ll get the death penalty!"
"Get down! Everyone the hell down!"
The two masked robbers kept their guns raised as they loaded the last of the cash, their faces flushed with excitement.
They hadn’t expected things to go so smoothly.
Their escape route was set—as long as no cops interfered, they’d be home free once they cleared this alley.
"In this world, if you really want to get rich, robbing a bank might be the only way. These guys are bold," An Yi mused.
The bearded man: "???"
"Kid, that’s some dangerous thinking!"
An Yi planned to stay put and wait for the robbers to leave.
But then—right on cue—the system’s voice chimed in.
Ding! Side Quest: [Robbery]! Reward: [Demon Fund], Evil Points +30!
An Yi: "..."
He was a law-abiding citizen!
Why was the system assigning him this?!
[Robbery]
Objective: Steal over 100,000 yuan! Time limit: 60 minutes!
"Rob 100,000?! And in an hour?!
This is pushing me to the brink! I could die!"
He absentmindedly tapped the reward details—then froze.
[Demon Fund]
Effect: Doubles all money earned through evil acts!
An Yi’s blood boiled with youthful fervor.
The wise system was guiding him toward a new path!
Just then, the two robbers sped off in a black van, weaving through the crowded streets.
The trunk wasn’t fully closed—bundles of red bills fluttered out behind them.
As the van plowed through a fruit stand and barreled past, An Yi’s eyes gleamed with delight.
CRASH!
An Yi "righteously" stood up, flipping the table over.
"A true hero stands up against injustice!
As a fine young man raised under the red flag, how can I stand by and let these criminals escape?!"
The bearded man, now fully exposed, clutched his head in horror.
"If you wanna die, don’t drag me into it! Those robbers are still out there!"
"Oops, my bad!"
An Yi flipped the table back over the bearded man.
He grabbed a nearby paper bag, poked two eyeholes in it, and pulled it over his head.
A black combat knife materialized in his hand.
Under the table, the bearded man gaped.
"What the hell is this kid planning?
Gonna hit the bank for round two?
Damn—the real robber was right beside me!"
Curious (and maybe looking for inspiration), the bearded man peeked out.
He wanted to witness—er, observe—how this kid planned to strike it rich.
An Yi watched the black van fade into the distance. Without hesitation, he flagged down a taxi.
He yanked the young driver out of the seat and tossed him onto the street.
"I’m chasing robbers! I’ll buy this car for 50,000!"
The taxi’s wheels screeched as An Yi slammed the gas.
He floored it, racing after the van.
A stack of cash flew out the window—five bundles of bills.
The driver, sprawled on the ground, was dumbfounded.
"Who carries that much cash these days—wait, that’s not the point!
HELP! SOMEONE JUST STOLE MY CAR!!!"
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
