November 7th.
Sunday.
Tang Qing had been feeling uneasy for the past few days.
Firstly, he was nervous.
The task he was about to undertake was risky. If things went south, it could land him in big troubles. Secondly, he was a little excited. If he succeeded, it would yield considerable profit.
These days.
Whenever Tang Qing was worried about the legality of his actions, he would look at the balance of ten thousand in his personal account on the system information. This meager balance further strengthened his resolve.
Damn it.
He was so poor.
If he continued this way, his life would be quite miserable.
Magnanimous loans were pouring out from his hands.
Yet, his assets kept resetting to zero frequently. It made him feel unbalanced. The dividends from the restaurant business would not be a remedy, as they could not provide him any sense of security.
The overall situation was such that:
He was bloody poor and was struggling to make ends meet.
