"Bang bang bang!"

The hurried knock on the door came into his ears, and it also woke up Zhao Lang, who was exhausted and unconscious.

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

It was as if it would continue like this, and it wouldn't last long before it would fall off the door frame completely.

"Who!"

With a hard roar, Zhao Lang's consciousness recovered slightly.

"It's me, landlord!"

A middle-aged man's voice sounded from outside the door, mixed with thick anger: "What were you doing inside just now, tinkling, and not letting people sleep." ”

"Open the door!"

“......”

Zhao Lang froze when he heard this, turned his head and looked around, this narrow room of less than ten square meters was now full of mess.

Money, coins, pearls, gold, white, all kinds of eye-catching things spread all over the ground, and even more than one layer.

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

"I'm sorry. ”

Zhao Langqiang propped himself up and came to the door, and whispered through the small crack in the door: "I encountered some troubles today, I was a little uncomfortable, and I couldn't sleep at night to vent." ”

"The landlord was relieved that nothing was broken. ”

"Oh!"

Listening to his politeness, the voice outside the door slowed down slightly: "Young people, don't be so grumpy, our residents here have to get up early every day, and if they can't sleep at night, they won't have the energy to work the next day." ”

"Yes, yes!"

Zhao Lang nodded again and again: "Don't worry, I'll go to sleep and never disturb the neighbors' rest." ”

"Hmm. ”

The landlord replied, followed by footsteps.

But just as he turned around and took a step, the landlord looked back and said, "Young man, don't stay in the house all day, go out more often, I remember you haven't been out for a few days, right?"

"It's not good for your health!"

"Yes, yes. ”

Zhao Lang nodded again and again in the house: "I plan to go out for a walk tomorrow, thank you for the landlord's concern." ”

"No, I don't. ”

A cold voice sounded from outside, accompanied by footsteps walking away: "I'm also afraid of some strange patients in my house." ”

“......”

This landlord is quite tsundere.

When there was no sound outside the door, Zhao Lang came to the washing area in the corner of the room with a blank face.

Turning on the faucet, he took a handful of cold water and patted his face, and through the stimulation of the cold water, his spirit recovered slightly.

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

In the mirror, there was a young man who had just raised his head, his eyes were large and blank.

The young man's facial features are not bad.

It's just that because he hasn't seen the light for a long time and eats too much junk food, his face is pale and a little puffy.

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

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

Name: Zhao Lang.

Gender: Male

Fatherless and motherless, raised in an orphanage......

"That's not right!"

Zhao Lang's eyes were stunned: "Didn't Mo Lishou say that he wanted to reincarnate me into a rich family?

After recalling the memories of this physical body, his face became more and more ugly.

Because of the lack of discipline since childhood, this physical body had poor academic performance when it was young, and fights were even more common.

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

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

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

Over the years, he worked as a bar waiter, restaurant caterer, security guard, worked in a factory, and even taught himself electrician for a while......

Well, on his terms, too, can only choose these jobs.

However, if you work hard, not to mention being rich and expensive, it is not a problem to live better in the current era.

But unfortunately, because of the character defects caused by the lack of parental companionship since childhood, it was difficult for Zhao Lang to settle down to specialize in a line of study, and he was very disagreeable.

That is to say, people often say that the eyes are high and the hands are low, and the mouth is full of big words, and the result is naturally nothing.

As for now......

Zhao Lang was unwilling to work for others, and even planned to serialize novels on the Internet and become an online writer.

It's a pity that he failed in small language composition, and he also has no talent in this industry.

The serialized novel "Founder Heavenly Master" is 300,000 words, and it can't even be signed.

In addition to the fact that he feels extremely good about himself, the comment section of the novel is full of complaints from book friends.

"I don't have skills, I don't have any skills, I don't have friends, I don't even have physical strength. ”

Zhao Lang was speechless: "This kind of waste person, if it was in the mortal world hundreds of years ago, I am afraid that it would have been buried in the ground and turned into ashes!"

Looking through the whole body, in addition to the ID card, only a driver's license is still worth something, and the balance of the bank card is even less pitiful.

After being speechless for a while, Zhao Lang withdrew his attention.

It didn't matter if he was a mortal with no interest in the past, but now he is the god of wealth, and naturally he has developed methods.

When he was demoted to the mortal, Mo Lishou kept his hand.

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

But in fact, Zhao Lang still retains a little divine power and divinity, and although his memory is a little vague, he generally remembers it.

Divine power does not need to be mentioned, and the wealth under your feet is transformed by the magic cast by divine power.

But now his divine power is almost exhausted, even if he wants to cast spells and supernatural powers, he can't.

Even the cornucopia, the cash tree, and the money pocket have all become mortal because of the fading of the divine power inside.

It is divinity, although it does not seem useless on the surface, but it is the foundation of him as the god of wealth.

Because of the divinity of the God of Wealth, you can attract wealth, and there are many ways to use it.

Even though his divinity is weak now, it still makes him very different from mortals.

"Forget it. ”

Standing in place and stunned for a while, Zhao Lang shook his head and sighed: "Since you have come to the mortal world, let's take one step at a time!"

Bending down, he began to pack up his things on the ground.

Because there are so many things, there are several layers of floors on the ground.

By the time they were sorted by how much money was worth it, the sky outside had already had a hazy light.

The sound of heavy footsteps and the screeching sound of inferior vehicles igniting were heard one after another.

It's not the best city in China, but it has just as busy people.

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

Different from the high-end community, the geographical location and low rent of this community have become a place for these low-level people in the city to gather.

The former Zhao Lang is also one of them.

Moreover, it should still be the most unmotivated handful.

With the whispered good morning greetings outside and the depressed car whistle playing, Zhao Lang also sat cross-legged on top of him and began to count the things in front of him.

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

"Boom la la ......"

The marbles slipped from the palms of their fingers and collided with each other to make a crisp and pleasant sound, but they only had the value of making people speechless.

Put all the marbles into a large cardboard box, and Zhao Lang pulled over the two wooden boxes again.

The pearls in these two wooden boxes are of poor quality and are several times worse than those of small quality.

"The bad ones can only be sold by catties, and the good ones are estimated to be worth some money, but at most they are hundreds of thousands. ”

Shaking his head, Zhao Lang carefully opened the small drawer under the small box.

In this drawer, there are three round and brilliant pearls, which are extremely rare on the market.

Twist one and look at it carefully, and the delicacy is comparable to the top artwork.

"These three are good. ”

Nodding with satisfaction, putting the pearls away, Zhao Lang looked sideways at the travel bag with coins on the side.

The three bags, the largest of which I found somewhere, had long since lost its original color and had a strange earthy smell.

With a slight push, the sound of 'hulala' collision came to my ears.

The bag was huge, but it was full of coins of one cent, five cents, one dime, and at most five dimes.

Zhao Lang didn't count the number, but at most it was only a few thousand.

Next to it, there is a small number of bags, which are mainly one-dollar coins, and the number is more than six thousand.

The smallest bag is filled with all kinds of gold coins, commemorative coins, and unknown varieties of collectible coins and copper plates.

There are nearly 600 pieces, and the price is difficult to estimate, but it is clear that it is worth much more than the two large ones.

In addition to these, the main thing is, of course, money.

And in order to count the rest of the money, Zhao Lang put these red, green, and green things into almost six large garbage bags.

Among them, there are more than 3,000 pieces of 100 yuan, and the number of 10 yuan and 50 yuan has increased several times, and the value is almost the same.

As for small amounts, although the amount is huge, it does not have to be worth much more than 100 dollars.

After counting the things in front of him, Zhao Lang held his chin with one hand and muttered to himself: "What can be used immediately should be about one million." ”

"The rest of the coins and pearls, although more valuable, take a certain amount of time to realize. ”

"Of course ......"

He tilted his head slightly, and finally a smile appeared on his face.

"They're the real good stuff!"

What Zhao Lang pointed to was two panda ornaments tens of centimeters high.

These two things, which he originally bought at a low price from the market, are now golden.

Turning stones into alchemy!

In addition to the two golden pandas, there are also a lot of gold decorations in the house, but the location is not satisfactory.

Such as a small section of the foot of the bed, a few finger prints on the broken table, a small half handle of a teacup, and so on......

It can be removed, but it will destroy the original shape.

A rough estimate is that if you put it together, you should be able to make up a few pounds!

Of course, those two golden pandas were the last of his mana and coated with the blood of the God of Wealth at the time, which had such an effect.

As for the weight, two golden pandas, should weigh forty kilograms.

Convert to money......

For a poor mortal, it is undoubtedly a suffocating number, but for a god of wealth, the amount of money is already difficult to make his heart move.

"So, clean up today and cash in on what you have first. ”