"How did you manage that?"
At dawn the next day, it wasn't just the first ray of sunlight that entered the room, but also an uninvited crow.
The moment the crow locked eyes with Duan Mingyuan, it asked.
Evaluations were always three days, yet Garoya didn't even stay in the academy for one day, leaving overnight. The haste of his departure didn't seem like he was under threat, but rather like he was avoiding the plague.
This did not match Duan Mingyuan's understanding of a Chamber of Commerce representative.
"Who knows?"
Duan Mingyuan was awake, but he was utterly listless.
The cruel reality made him realize that the problem wasn't his method of making money, but luck—his luck was so bad that not even Ruihu or the top investment experts of the Universe could save him from his predicament, which could only be described as abject misery.
