The Tycoon's Odyssey - Chapter 360 :Negotiation[II]

On the day he entered university, the navigation system on his phone started to have the function to automatically search for treasures.

Every time he found a treasure, he would be able to receive a lot of rewards.

“92kg of embezzled products detected. The reward for completing the treasure hunt: 100 million mansions by the Sky Lake.”

“The top celebrity, Xia Qiu, will run into danger soon. The reward for completing fate hunt: 100 million cash.”

“5kg gold detected. The reward for completing treasure hunt: 60% stock of Distant Publishing that’s worth 600 million.”

With the continuous treasure hunts automatically detected on his phone and obtaining the rewards from the hunts, Ye Feng said, “From today onwards, I’ll be the most pretentious bastard.”

The system: We must take the plot seriously!

Mo Fan: Ok.

The system: We cannot be OOC!

Mo Fan: Yes.

The system: We have to be cold. We must be ruthless. We cannot lose ourselves in this imaginary world.

Mo Fan: …no problem.

Not long after…

Mo Fan: System, can we talk? Hold my gong and take him away.

System: ……

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They say marriage is one of the greatest joys you’ll experience in life, but what does it say about your marriage when you can’t remember a single moment with the man you married?Veronica experiences the strangest thing one day when she wakes up in a hospital room without any memory of how she got there. She is introduced to her family who appear warm and loving at first but she soon gets a glimpse of how they want to use her for her money.Veronica is then surprised when a man enters the room and it is revealed he is not only her husband but a big hotshot businessman whose face is all over the news. She doesn’t understand how she got herself tangled up with such a man and later questions the accident which led to her losing her memories.What happens when her once perfect marriage isn’t as it was portrayed to be or when she realises family doesn’t always care about you?

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