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... ’s mattress springs groaned as he stared at the water stain on his ceiling that vaguely resembled a middle finger. His phone buzzed—probably another collection notice.
But the screen glowed an unnatural blue.
[Ding!]
[Congratulations! The Wealth System has chosen you!]
He sat up so fast his spine cracked.
"...The fuck?"
The characters pulsed like a neon sign in Hong Kong’s red-light district. Lin Feng pinched himself. Hard.
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