Shoujo Grand Summoning - Chapter 9: people like these exists, always asking to get curb stomped!

There was a big news in City A recently. The daughter raised by Haomen Lu’s family for eighteen years was not his own.

The real daughter returned to her place, and the fake daughter was sent back.

From a white swan to an ugly duckling, everyone is waiting to see Lu Ning’s jokes.

Want to see how she, a little princess who has been pampered for eighteen years, will live after leaving the rich family?

Lu Ning was not afraid at all.

Isn’t it poor? Just make money.

However, before she led the whole family to make a fortune, the whole family took her to play counting money at home.

The eldest brother of a certain industry giant dumped several companies to her: “It’s all yours. If you want to have it, there are all catering, entertainment, clothing, and playgrounds.”

The second brother of the top superstar: “Ning Ning, do you want to participate in the draft, I will write you a letter of recommendation.”

Even the youngest brother is a computer expert: “Sister, the person who hacked you will never even think about surfing the Internet in this life.”

Lu Ning: …Didn’t it mean that they are generally poor and useless?

Mother: “Xiao Ning, if you don’t like this gold, Mom will get you some diamonds, so that every piece of your clothes will be studded with diamonds, okay? Just wait, Mom will get you some diamonds!”

Father: “Xiao Ning, isn’t it exciting to use the black card? Dad will get you one with a limit, 50 million is much less?”

Lu Ning:? ? ? Didn’t you say that you can’t pay off the mortgage?

Lu Ning said that there is no room for her to play at all, so be quiet and be a salted fish.

but……

A mysterious organization: “Come and be our boss!”

Dean of a research institute: “Come be my successor!”

Lu Ning: … Is it over? ! I just want to be a salted fish!

The top wealthy Mr. Huo rushed over: “Baby! Come to my pot!”

- Description from novelbuddy

I fell into a harem manga and became a magical girl.I just wanted to become a government employee and live a carefree life without getting involved with the main characters, but…“I love you.”The main heroine, who was supposed to confess to the protagonist, confessed to me instead.…Why?

I am Racist.…I mean, my name is Racis T.I was a stand-up comedian. The flop kind. The type who only got laughs when someone else was roasting him.One night, I was doing a gig at a shady, run-down bar—the kind where tattooed bikers drink motor oil for breakfast. I went in with my usual dark humor, but my jokes were getting the same reaction as my dating profile: complete silence.That didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was already starving to death. So I did what any committed comedian would—I went darker.Turns out, one of my jokes (or all of them?) triggered a guy so hard that he pulled a trigger. Headshot. Instant death.But hey, look at this: A guy got triggered, so he pulled the trigger. That’s wordplay. But who cares? I’m dead anyway.All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing, and maybe a few girls swooning over my wit. I never cared about money. The millions I’d have made would have gone to charity—specifically, 0.001% of it. See? I’m generous like that.Anyway, death is death. My story should’ve ended there.But… if there is an afterlife, I had a simple wish: become a successful comedian, find a loving wife, and have just enough money to afford three meals a day… and maybe a humble little private yacht. Or a jet. But that’s it. Because, like I said, I don’t care about money.Unfortunately, wishes don’t work that way.Because, well—there was an afterlife.And it was absolutely not what I wished for.

“Ding! Congratulations! You have received 7 billion red pockets!”

“Ding! Congratulations! You have received 50 million yuan!”

“Ding! Congratulations! You have received a Lamborghini Aventador!”

“Ding! Congratulations! You have received 51% stock of a listed company!”

“Ding! Congratulations! You have received a whole tower worth 5 billion!”

“Ding! Congratulations! You have received the skill, Combat King!”

“Ding! Congratulations! You have received the skill, God’s Singing Voice!”

“7 billion red packets? How long will it even take me to open all of them?” Lin Fan complained.

“Excuse me, how long do you think it will take you to earn a million?” a certain random reporter asked.

Lin Fan was silent.

“Sorry, but, why do you keep blinking?” the reporter asked.

“Didn’t you ask how long it would take?”