I died from Parkinson's disease.

"Dr. Charles, what are you daydreaming about? Hurry up and rush!" 

JUWEL was full of excitement, he grabbed Alexander and said, "If you can get a good ranking here, you can get buying privileges... A motorcycle worth two thousand ghost coins would sell for at least seven thousand outside! 

Do you know why I'm so rich? Last time, I accidentally got a spot here, so I spent all my money and bought fifteen motorcycles!"

"Your money, it's earned by reselling these motorcycles?" Alexander was surprised, and asked incredulously, "Isn't it earned by writing novels?"

JUWEL rolled his eyes, "Writing novels is a long-term project, it takes a lot of time to accumulate before you can earn money! The reason I work so hard every day is to interact with those readers who like me, I feel like they treat me as a friend."

Alexander touched his nose. To be honest, he admired those who write for love.