"Aren't you going to sleep anymore? Why are you up so early?"
Zhang Liqin opened her eyes lazily, only to see Yang Jian getting dressed, seemingly preparing to leave.
"Early? I'm going to be late for work," Yang Jian glanced back at her.
"You're still going to work? Who can afford to hire you? A big boss worth tens of billions, building houses with Gold, even the richest man isn't as lavish as you," Zhang Liqin said with a roll of her eyes and a laugh.
Yang Jian said, "Worth tens of billions? That's all on paper, just enough to resolve the problems of food and clothing, without worrying about eating, drinking, peeing or pooping. What I truly want to earn isn't money but life. It might seem like I'm quite rich now, but who knows when currency will devalue, and I'll become penniless."
He had a premonition that if supernatural events continued to occur, the socio-economic structure of the world would surely face major problems, and that day would come.
