These Fucking Good Days Never End
Things were looking up. Everything was looking up!
Everyone said Central Earth was a shithole swamp, but Ji Jue only felt that ever since coming here, everyone he had met had either been a good person or a "good person."
They had all been far too good to him.
First, the Evil Transformation Cult had kindly stepped up over the injustice he had suffered. Then, Brother Dugu, the overbearing boss, had come to foot the bill for the coast's operations.
Just when things had settled down, everything needed rebuilding, and there was no way to revive the business, Xie Heli had risked his life to create demand for him. Right after that, the Federation and Wild Bazaar had spared no expense in stuffing money into his hands...
Even when there was no market, someone had taken the initiative to create one for him!
Never mind how the market had come about. A market was still a market, wasn't it?
Who the hell said Central Earth was a dragon's den and tiger's lair? This was clearly a land of fortune! Good material and fine jade were everywhere, and making money was easier than a joke. Ji Jue did not even want to leave anymore.
While he was putting on an act and clearing out inventory to the Federation and Wild Bazaar in limited daily quantities, Coast Technology also entered a period of frenzied local expansion.
Even the joke of a lighter factory had transformed overnight into a cutting-edge military production and maintenance base. Even that absurd unfinished building Dugu Ming had used to needle Ji Jue was now being praised as rustic perfection, seemingly effortless yet masterful.
Don't ask. It was the coast spirit!
Old Gou had already gone mad.
What could be more unbearable