"Bang bang bang!"

The rapid knock on the door came into his ears, and Zhao Lang, who was in a coma due to exhaustion.

He struggled to raise his head. The inferior wooden door was already shaking under the violent slap, and even the dark door latch on it looked extremely unstable.

It seems that if you continue like this, it will completely fall off the door frame after not long.

"Who!"

After roaring hard, Zhao Lang's consciousness replied slightly.

"It's me, the landlord!"

The voice of a middle-aged man sounded from outside the door, and there was a strong anger in it: "What did you do inside just now? It was jingling, and it was still not allowed to sleep."

"Open the door!"

“…”

Zhao Lang stopped hearing this and turned around and saw that the narrow room, which was less than ten square meters, was now full of mess.

Money, coins, pearls, gold, white, colorful and eye-catching things all over the ground, and even more than one layer was laid.

Although this kind of environment is something that many people dream of, it is obviously inconvenient for others to visit.

"Excuse me."

Zhao Langqiang held up and came to the door, whispering out of the tiny crack in the door: "I felt a little uncomfortable today when I encountered some troubles, and I really couldn't sleep at night, so I vented."

"Don't worry, the landlord didn't break anything."

"oh!"

He was kind enough to hear him, the voice outside the door slowed down a little: "Young people should not be so irritated. Our residents here have to get up early every day. If they can't sleep at night, they will lose their energy to work the next day."

“Yes, yes!”

Zhao Lang nodded repeatedly: "Don't worry, I'll go to bed now and will never disturb the neighbors' rest."

"Um."

The landlord replied, and then footsteps sounded.

But just turned around and took a step, the landlord turned back and said, "Young man, don't stay in the house all day, go out for a while if you have nothing to do. I remember you haven't left the house for several days, right?"

"This is not good for the health!"

“Yes, yes.”

Zhao Lang nodded repeatedly in the house: "I will go out for a walk tomorrow. Thank you for your concern."

"Need not."

A cold voice sounded from outside, accompanied by footsteps as I walked away: "I'm also afraid that some strange patient would appear in my house."

“…”

This landlord is quite arrogant.

When there was no sound outside the door, Zhao Lang bowed his waist and walked to the washing area in a corner of the room with a look of debauchery.

He turned on the faucet, took the cold water and patted his face. Only after the stimulation of the cold water did his spirit recover slightly.

Above the faucet, there is a rectangular plastic-edged cheap mirror nailed to the wall with nails.

In the mirror, there was a young man who had just raised his head and had big eyes but was unconscious.

Young people have good facial features.

It’s just that because he had been missing light for a long time and had eaten too much junk food, his complexion turned pale and a little swollen.

The hair is not only messy but also greasy because it has not been taken care of for a long time.

This is the body of the God of Wealth after being demoted to the mortal world.

Name: Zhao Lang.

Gender: Male

No father or mother, growing up in an orphanage...

"Not right!"

Zhao Lang's eyes were stunned: "Didn't Mo Lishou say that I would be reincarnated as a wealthy family? What's going on with this orphan?"

Dingshen recalled the memory of this body carefully, and his face became increasingly ugly.

Because of lack of discipline since childhood, this body has poor academic performance when she was young, and fighting is even more common.

Later, because he couldn't afford the tuition and his grades were not ideal, he dropped out before he finished his three years of high school.

Now, he has been tortured by society and has been in a daze in this world for seven or eight years.

In fact, the original Zhao Lang also had the idea of ​​striving.

Over the years, he has worked as a bar waiter, restaurant catering staff, security guard, entered the factory, and even taught himself the electrician technology for a period of time...

Well, he can only choose these jobs under his conditions.

However, if you work hard, not to mention wealth and honor, it is still no problem to live better in this era.

But unfortunately, because of the lack of parents' company since childhood, Zhao Lang found it difficult for him to calm down and specialize in his career, but he refused to accept his fate.

That is what people often say is that people are arrogant and talkative, and they will naturally achieve nothing.

As for now...

Zhao Lang was unwilling to work for others, so he actually planned to serialize novels online and become an online writer.

It’s a pity that he failed in Chinese composition when he was a young man, so he also has no talent in this industry.

The serialized novel "Fang Zheng Tianshi" has 300,000 words, and even signing the contract is not enough.

In addition to his extremely good self-feeling, the comment section of the novel is full of complaints from book friends.

"No skills, no specialties, no friends, and even physical strength."

Zhao Lang looked speechless: "If such a useless person was in the mortal world hundreds of years ago, he would have been buried underground and turned into ashes!"

Looking through my whole body, except for the ID card, there is only one driver's license that is quite valuable, and the balance of the bank card is even smaller.

After a long speechless moment, Zhao Lang took his attention back.

It doesn’t matter if he was a mortal who was a vague person in the past, but now he is the God of Wealth, so naturally some of them have developed methods.

When he was demoted to the mortal world, Mo Lishou had to keep his hands.

In principle, according to the rules of heaven, he should completely become a mortal and lose the memory of being a god.

But in fact, Zhao Lang still retains some divine power and divinity. Although his memory is a bit blurry, he still remembers it roughly.

There is no need to mention divine power, the wealth under your feet is transformed by magical power.

However, now his divine power is almost exhausted, and even if he wants to cast magic, his magical powers cannot be.

Even the treasure pot, money tree, and money pocket are now all turned into mortals because of the divine power inside.

However, although the divine nature does not seem useless in appearance, it is the foundation of him as the God of Wealth.

Because of the divine nature of the God of Wealth, you can attract wealth and there are many ways to display it.

Even though his divine nature is weak now, it still makes him very different from that of a mortal.

"never mind."

Standing there for a while, Zhao Lang shook his head and sighed: "Since you have arrived in the mortal world, then take a step and take a look!"

He bent over and began to clean up the things on the ground.

Because there are too many things, there are several layers covering the ground.

After I sorted out the money according to the value of the money, there was already some hazy light outside.

The heavy footsteps and the harsh sound of low-quality vehicles igniting fires came in sequence.

This city is not the best city in China, but it also has the same busy crowd.

At three or four o'clock in the morning, the cleaners, breakfast stalls, vegetable vendors, and meat vendors all started their day's work.

Unlike high-end communities, the geographical location and low rent of this community have become a place where people at the bottom of these cities gather.

Zhao Lang was also one of them.

Moreover, it should be the small group with the least motivated intentions.

Accompanied by the quiet good morning greetings outside and the suppressed whistle sound of the car, Zhao Lang also sat cross-legged on himself and began to count the things in front of him.

"There are 4,367 marbles in total, and they can't sell much."

"Crazy..."

The marbles slide from their fingers to their palms, making a crisp and pleasant sound when they collide with each other, but they only have the value of speechlessness.

Put all the marbles into a large carton box, and Zhao Lang pulled two wooden boxes over again.
To be continued...