Earning five million a day wouldn't be a problem.
Back then, after paying taxes, I would keep a hundred thousand for myself, and donate the rest to support underprivileged students.
—Such wild fantasies are necessary in life, like service areas on expressways on Saturdays and Sundays.
As Gu Ran walked towards the office building, the closer he got, the more his previously relaxed and ethereal thoughts became heavy, until they were completely grounded.
He was thinking, about the "Black Dragon Dream" of grand magic, whether it was really a [Psychological Shadow] of the red-clothed monk.
Or did the two actually attend Zeus's magic classes together in an unnamed place?
Gu Ran stood still, looking up at the third floor of the office building, where Zhuang Jing must also be waiting for his answer.
He walked into the office building.
"Mr. Gu, have a lot of monks come?" the apple-faced nurse at the reception stopped him.
