"Welcome, welcome Tiger Mr.!"
"Ha ha ha, very good, very good." The drunkard said smugly.
At that moment, new memories appeared in his mind.
It turned out he had transmigrated and become a filthy rich tycoon.
This place was his property.
He casually tossed out a stack of Million Dollar Checks.
Many people immediately dropped to their knees to pick them up.
"Ha ha, now this is life! This is what living is all about!"
The drunkard laughed wildly, feeling utterly satisfied.
"You're all very good. From now on, listen to me, and I'll give you piles of money." Looking at all those fawning faces, the drunkard could not help but laugh with delight.
A crowd of people had been conquered by his Million Dollar Checks.
After all, sucking up to him really paid.
So even many people who still had some self-respect and had disdained following rich tycoons chose to kneel.
Before long, the drunkard was thoroughly enjoying himself in King Bar.
Everywhere he went, he was met with ingratiating looks.
Bodyguards protected his safety, allowing him to flaunt his wealth to his heart's content without worrying about being kidnapped.
And so, a pleasant night quickly passed.
When the drunkard opened his eyes, he found himself in an ordinary hotel.
It was still a King Room. The floor was fairly clean, but the room was tiny.
There was a text message on the phone beside his pillow. His companions had apparently taken him to a nearby hotel and told him to rest on his own while they went to work.
"Did I fall asleep yesterday?"
"That was only a dream?"
"So I didn't transmigrate." The drunkard, Chang Hu, sighed.
Thinking back on the dream from last night, Chang Hu found it incredibly real, and it had made him feel