Ren Chen stared at the hand before him and, as if possessed, reached out and shook it.
Ye Xunzhi: ?
"How much money do you want?" Ren Chen thought for a moment, then spoke with absolutely no sense of proportion:
"A hundred million is what people strive for in life, right? But as far as I know, your family should have tens of billions. In that case, above billions there are trillions. I can instantly make you the richest person in the world."
And then, because too much was given all at once, it would trigger a worldwide financial crisis and throw the world into chaos.
My name would go down in human history in infamy.
Ye Xunzhi automatically filled in the rest in her mind, then felt that this "Aladdin's Lamp" before her was really blowing quite a gale of hot air.
"I think we can skip this topic for now and discuss it in detail once we're done. Let's get back to what we were talking about."
Ren Chen blinked, not understanding why the person who had been so enthusiastically asking him for money had suddenly changed her mind.
But he continued explaining:
"Actually, back when disaster befell you and your family, I hadn't noticed it yet."
"Because, as world consciousnesses, we don't monitor our worlds every moment. We spend more of our time asleep. We only wake up in moments of extreme crisis or at special times."
Ren Chen raised a fingertip and lightly touched the air before him. The next moment, the scene changed again.
Countless fine, closely packed threads appeared before Ye Xunzhi, their ends leading off in unknown directions.
"Do you see? This is fate."
Ren Chen wound a finger around one of the threads:
"Like this, I hold someone's fate in my hands.