In the middle of the night, Zhang Yang couldn't sleep. He went out to the balcony alone to catch the breeze.
The wind from Zhongshan Park brushed his face. On this early summer night, he thought about so many things.
The riverside mansion that symbolized wealth, the commercial property he had no idea when he'd be able to sell, his newly launched Mao Roast Duck shop getting off to a successful start, and the sleepless nights brought on by the cashback critical hits at midnight...
And the girls who had appeared in his life...
This summer seemed to be getting hotter and hotter.
He took out his phone. He and Bei Wei had said good night to each other just a few minutes ago. Ms. Luo, the genuine rich beauty he'd just added today, had sent him several messages without getting a reply, and had simply given up. He checked her Moments. Hmm, she'd flown to Beijing.
From afternoon until evening, Pei Xiaoru had been sending him updates nonstop, as if she were livestreaming. She acted as if she could sell the commercial property tomorrow.
"Forget it. We'll talk after it sells, long-legged girl."
Zhang Yang put down his phone, then hurried back to the bedroom and went to sleep.
Starting the next day, Zhang Yang began dutifully staying at the Shudu Roasted Duck shop.
As the saying went, even a monk who'd only been at the temple for one day had to ring the bell for that day. His cashback had been getting critical-hit multipliers every day for the past ten days. As the shop's owner, it wouldn't look right if he didn't stay there.
Besides, wasn't it the system that decided whether those critical-hit multipliers were random?
It couldn't hurt to show the system he was putting in