Zhouzhou was born with a lack of fortune, and after eating the Taoist temple into bankruptcy, she was finally driven down the mountain to beg for food. But inadvertently, she found a long-term source of sustenance.

After adopting little Zhou Zhou, Madam Qin immediately sent a message to her youngest son, "Look, you have a daughter!"

Qin Lie, who was supposed to be delighted at becoming a father, remained expressionless and said, "Send her away."

The young tyrants of the Qin family, who were supposed to be happy about having a little sister, looked disdainful and said, "We don't want her. She only knows how to cry, not fun at all."

Even the Qin family's arch-enemies were eagerly waiting to see Zhouzhou bankrupt the Qin family.

However, Qin Lie signed contracts every day until his hands were sore, and the Qin family thrived, securing their position as the wealthiest family. Even the crippled seventh brother of the Qin family became able to run and jump.

At a banquet, the young tyrants of the Qin family surrounded Zhouzhou, trying to please her.

"Sister, we'll give you all the delicious food!"

"Sister, what kind of story do you want to hear today? Brother will tell you!"

Qin Lie walked straight over, picked up the little girl, and glanced coldly at his nephews, declaring ownership, "She's my daughter!"

After Descending the Mountain, Seven Big Brothers Spoil Me

Seeing her, Lei Chong nearly choked on his breath and almost passed out.


His eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at the police officer, looking at him as though he were an idiot.


Noticing his gaze, the police officer raised his chin in disdain and said, "You think I'm a fool? Let you go and get me expelled from the station? Do you know how hard it is to find work these days? Are you going to pay for my social security?"


Lei Chong's eyes reddened in fury. What an idiot!


Helping him would have meant a windfall of money. He didn't need to work for a living.


His mother and grandfather had always told the townspeople that one big score was worth ten small ones; a year of work could mean ten years of lounging around.


He was still just a child, and his emotional control was poor. With a loud wail, he burst into tears.


Digging for Treasure