It seemed not everyone up there was a fool.
But good times did not last.
He soon ran into a new problem.
After he won the World Champion title several times in a row and his value soared, they demanded fifty percent of all his earnings.
He was reluctant again.
"I worked hard to earn this money. If you want money, a few million should be more than enough. You want tens of billions from me in one go?"
He could no longer tolerate what these Ordinary People could endure.
"Hey, you can't be ungrateful. If we hadn't helped you terminate that predatory contract, nearly a hundred billion would still be taken from you," the people from above said, trying to calm him down.
"Once money exceeds a certain amount, one hundred million is just a number, and ten or a hundred billion are just numbers too. You already have tens of billions. Aren't you satisfied?"
It sounded quite reasonable.
But to Zhang San, it was a completely different matter.
Wasn't this fucking outrageous?
I earned this money through my own hard work, risking exposure. You only opened your mouths. Terminating that contract was indeed a favor, but I already repaid that favor with my honors and your promotions!
How could they keep asking for money? Zhang San was furious.
A thought that had once only existed in his imagination suddenly surfaced in his mind: Kill these bastards! Whoever dared treat him unfairly would be killed!
In the past, he would only fantasize about such thoughts in his head or on the internet.
He absolutely would not, and could not, put them into action, because he was afraid of being arrested.
But now, he felt he no longer needed to fear that.
He simply had not acted yet.
But the