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 In the past two years, Han Yang has worked two jobs. He has to get up at five o'clock in the morning and get home at eight o'clock in the evening. Then he studies by himself at 11:30, every day for two years. ♜
 The two jobs brought Han Yang a monthly salary of 3,500 yuan. But after deducting rent, water and electricity bills, and various daily expenses, there is not much left.
 Even so, Han Yang still saved up money to buy a computer, opened some VIPs for self-study websites and knowledge libraries, and after two years of studying, he finally completed the reserve of prerequisite knowledge.
 Fortunately, after "devouring" Abacus, Han Yang's mind was much brighter and his energy was much better than before, so he was able to sustain himself.
 Now that the knowledge base is complete, it's time to actually make the computer chip. But Han Yang calculated that even if he picked the cheapest one, it would still cost five to six thousand yuan. Including losses and daily expenses during the production of chips, at least another 10,000 yuan is enough.
 It will take almost a year to save up to 10,000 yuan by relying on your current job.
 It’s been too long, Han Yang can’t wait any longer.
 "We have to find a way to make some money quickly." Han Yang thought: "If there is really no other way, I can only take a risk."
 Han Yang has quit those two jobs. From today on, Han Yang has completely become a jobless refugee. If you don't find a way to get some money quickly, let alone buying materials, you won't even have food to eat.
 Han Yang got up early the next morning, took the dagger with him, rode the six-hand battery car he saved up to buy, and went straight to the grocery store.
 "Boss, do you have any tattoo stickers? Dragon, tiger and the like, yes, that's it. Give me two."
 "How much do these sunglasses cost? And this chain."
 In front of Han Yang, there was a pile of golden chains as thick as a little finger on a large iron plate, which were very heavy to hold.
 If it is really a gold chain, I'm afraid it won't cost me millions.
 The boss glanced at the chain and uttered two words: "Twenty."
 "A chain, two tattoo stickers, a pair of sunglasses, 5, and a fraction of the smear, 50 okay?"
 To put it bluntly, if the counter-offer reaches 53 yuan, it will never be paid again. Han Yang had no choice but to pay 53 yuan while his heart was bleeding.
 At this moment, Han Yang still has 560 yuan left in his mobile banking account.
 Carrying all kinds of things, Han Yang went straight to his home, carefully looked in the mirror, put the tattoo stickers on his body, put on sunglasses and gold chains, looking vaguely like a gangster.
 It's just that the clothes are old and look a bit out of place.
 There was nothing he could do, so Han Yang went to the place where clothes were sold and picked out two cool clothes for the money.
 After putting on these two clothes, pulling on his slippers, and wetting his hair, he looked much more rogue.
 In the afternoon, when the tattoo sticker was basically fixed, Han Yang walked out and walked to the west of the market area.
 He didn't ride a scooter, it was too shameful.
 Passing by Butcher Shen's meat stall, Butcher Shen glanced at Han Yang in surprise, snorted heavily, and continued chopping meat. But the sound was much heavier than before.
 Han Yang ignored him and went straight to the Black Three Casino a few kilometers away.
 First, he found a small food stall outside the casino to satisfy his hunger, then Han Yang braced himself and entered the casino.
 It was just afternoon and the casino was already packed with people. All kinds of gangsters, gangsters, bad gamblers, workers and the like were mixed together, and every card table was bustling with people. The smell of cigarettes, alcohol, and stench hit his face, making Han Yang feel dizzy.
 Han Yang exchanged 400 yuan for chips and started looking for the target.
 Han Yang has never believed in luck, and projects that rely purely on luck have been eliminated.
 Now the only thing he can rely on is his memory and calculation power that are beyond ordinary people after integrating with the abacus. With these two points, Han Yang is confident that he can win money in projects with certain technical content.
 New 𝐱.𝐜𝐨𝐦
 After observing for a moment, Han Yang chose a card table for Landlords.
 Previous observations have confirmed that there is no secret alliance or any other tricks on this card table, it is all played by individual players. After one of the gamblers left, Han Yang sat directly on it.
 After catching the card, Han Yang immediately wrote down the cards he didn't have in his hand.
 After several rounds, there were 18 cards on the card table. Among them, the landlord played 8 cards, the opponent played 5 cards, and he played 5 cards.
 Han Yang clearly remembered who played which cards. Combining the cards in his hand, Han Yang immediately calculated the type of cards in the landlord's hand.
 "The landlord played a straight from eight to the circle, and a pair of sevens. The three K's in my hand did not have an A, and the last K was in the opponent's hand. But he didn't play a single card before, so he must have a straight. I also have it in my hand. A seven, the straight in the opponent's hand is from seven to king, and the remaining cards are three strips, which happened to be all played out. The landlord did not have a bomb in his hand, but I did..."
 "fry!"
 After calculating the card types, Han Yang directly played, overpowering the landlord's cards, then split his own straight, and specially made a seven-card straight.
 The opponent looked at Han Yang in surprise, and in surprise, he played the seventh straight in his hand, took the card, and then directly played the three-band, and all the cards were played.
 In this round, the two farmers won and the landlord lost.
 The landlord threw down the cards in his hand unwillingly and continued to grab cards and continue playing.
 After another hand, Han Yang directly glanced at the cards in his hand, the abacus beads in his head crackled, and he calculated clearly in an instant: "I call this the landlord, the winning rate is 72%, you can do it."
 Thanks to Han Yang's extraordinary memory and calculation power, Han Yang lost less and won more on the Landlord table, winning more than two thousand yuan in three hours.
 After that, Han Yang switched tables and went to the table in Texas. After some careful calculations, he won more than two thousand, which added up to more than five thousand.
 The win or loss of five thousand is not a big deal in this gambling stall, and no one has noticed him yet. But Han Yang still controlled the cards carefully, deliberately losing more than a thousand yuan, and controlled the final profit to 4,000 yuan. Finally, he pretended to be unlucky, cursed, exchanged his chips and left.
 The next day, the gambling stall was changed, and Han Yang followed suit.
 On the third day, Han Yang changed to a gambling stall farther away and still operated in the same way. On this day, he won a maximum of more than 7,000, and deliberately controlled and lost another 3,000.
 At this moment, the money in Han Yang's hands has soared to more than 13,000 yuan.
 "It's time to stop. If this continues, someone will definitely notice me. It would be terrible if I get shot in the dark."
 "Fuck, be more serious!"
 Regardless of the fact that he was holding a king in his hand, Han Yang simply gave up his cards, took out two hundred yuan of chips and slapped them on the card table, then got off the table with a curse, as indifferent as any gambler who loses money. two.
 Changing the chips into cash, Han Yang staggered out of the gambling stall and started to walk home.
 "Thirteen thousand, buying materials and living expenses during this period is enough. Huh? No."
 Han Yang noticed from the corner of his eye that behind him, a dark and thin guy was sneaking around and seemed to be following him.
 "Damn, isn't it? I only won a total of 13,000 from three gambling stalls, and now I'm being targeted?"
 Cursing secretly in his heart, Han Yang quickened his pace, specifically choosing a place with many people to hide in. When he was buying clothes, he threw away his original clothes, sunglasses, and gold chains, and put on long sleeves and long trousers to cover up. The tattoo on the tattoo slipped out of the back door in a low-key manner.
 After going around in a long circle and confirming that he had gotten rid of the stalker, Han Yang returned to his home.
 "Phew... I finally have money."
 Han Yang did not hesitate and immediately opened the online shopping website and started purchasing related materials.
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 People can only focus on one thing, but Han Yang can use it on all things, hundreds of millions of things! 
 Because Han Yang has a CPU in his head, it can be upgraded. The more advanced the CPU and the higher the computing power, the stronger Han Yang's capabilities will be. 
 He alone can control a billion robots to develop a planet, build a huge industrial system by himself, produce 100,000 interstellar battleships and launch a huge cosmic war. 
 Han Yang alone is a civilization.
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 Humanity has spent thousands of years in ignorance and darkness. 
 Countless soldiers rushed to the vast galaxy with loyalty and honor, and their bones were buried on alien stars. 
 Loyalty, betrayal, dedication, sacrifice. 
 ——The original body of the Second Legion, who was sleeping in the temple and whose files had been deleted, opened his eyes again; what occupies the great body is the soul from the 3K era of another world. 
 A great legend was created from this moment on. 
 The roar of mankind will once again resound across the galaxy. 
 Weak traitors and dirty aliens will be burned to death by humanity's wrath.
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 Zhou Qingfeng is a nerd with no car, no savings, and no girlfriend. This story is set three days before the occurrence of a cataclysm that would threaten all of humankind. Amidst the chaos, Zhou Qingfeng strives to gather resources that would help him survive. He will stop at nothing to protect his friends. Along the way, he is granted a few ‘special’ abilities. He becomes so strong that he is practically invincible. But, everything comes with a price….
 Faced with new enemies each day, how far will Zhou Qingfeng’s determination to survive take him?!
 “I start the game, with a dog in my hand. The equipment I need, I gather along the way.
 I dive into the cataclysm with the status of a beginner.
 Ruthless, I shall become. I would even detonate a bomb over my head!
 This is the path that I have to take, to rise to be the King of the Wasteland. “
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 Freshman student Yang Dingtian possesses the Nine Yang Body, found only 1 in million. His Yang Fire is incomparably vigorous and thus, he cannot be near a female’s charms for his entire life. On the night of his 19th birthday, he decided to bid farewell to his virgin life. After stealing and tasting the forbidden fruit, he spontaneously combusted as the result!
 In death he crossed over to another world; a world that held respect for Martial Power. His, originally, catastrophic Nine Yang Body was the Nine Yang Body that couldn’t be seen in a millennium! He was saved by a mysterious old man when he was at his last moments and the old man received him for a disciple, then betrothed his daughter to him. Thus, in this odd way, Yang Dingtian became the successor of the largest clan under Heaven, and became the number-one-beauty-under-heaven’s fiance.
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 Cen Xi as a god of poverty, her performance had always been very good, until…
 One day, Cen Xi woke up and found herself in another parallel time and space, turned into an unlucky eighteen-tier actress and having a hidden big boss.
 Cen Xi, who was born in the divine realm moved to stay in the big boss’s house. Since then, the big boss began to fall in love…
 But Cen Xi found that her sealed divine powers were slowly coming back.
 Was it that the way to go back was to lose and spend the boss’ properties?
 So Cen Xi started spending the big boss’ money and swiping the big boss’ cards, hoping to return to the divine realm as soon as possible.
 But why did the money of the big boss keep increasing? And it was increasing faster and faster?
 Her powers as a god of poverty was almost overwhelmed by the speed of the big boss’ wealth!
 This was too unscientific!
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 Lu Jingcheng: ? ? ?
 The wives that others married are getting richer. The wife that I married is trying to make me go bankrupt?
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 Mingzhu was an unfavored concubine-born daughter inside her family. One day, she caught the eye of his Highness, the Crown Prince, and was directly sent to his bed. She became his outside mistress. For four or five years, she was locked up in a small courtyard without seeing the outside world. Until one day.
 The crown prince was going to marry a wife and without any hesitation granted her a cup of poisoned wine. Only then did Mingzhu realize that she was just a toy he kept to relieve his boredom. After her rebirth, Mingzhu from the bottom of her heart had only one wish : to escape from the cold and heartless crown Prince.
 The man despised her for her status that was too low and thus couldn’t marry her. She said “It’s alright”. The man saw that she was well-behaved and sensible, and loved her even more, saying “I will take care of you for the rest of my life.”
 Mingzhu pretended to be moved on the surface, but when the time was right, she carried her pregnant belly and immediately ran away. After the person ran away, the prince only then deeply experienced how to write the word regret.
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 America 1980. 
 As soon as Xu Yicai traveled through time, he was put on the dismemberment stage, and then he gradually understood the truth of this world. 
 "Studying medicine can't save the undead demons, so I want to be an exorcist!" He secretly made up his mind. 
 One rainy night. 
 "Ms. Evil Spirit over there, the night is cold and wet, so be careful of getting wet! Come to my place to warm yourself up by the fire!" Xu Yi held a lighter, and the pale golden flame gradually approached her. 
 The evil spirit shrank and looked at Xu Yi in fear. 
 "Don't be afraid, I just want to help you warm up..." A warm smile appeared on Xu Yi's face, "Just light you up with fire!" 
 Ding dong! Ding dong! 
 "Successfully signed in to the Land of Fear and received resurrection coins!" 
 "The synthesis route requirements have been met. Do you want to synthesize the following entries?" 
 Psychic + Scholar + Painter = Psychic Painter! 
 Saint + Spear Fighting + Revolver Control = Holy Lance Ranger! 
 Immortal + Apocalypse + Holy Kingdom = God!
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 This was a fragmented and disorganized world, this was a place that had been forgotten.
 That day, was the most frustrating time for Ning Cheng, when on that day, he was abruptly brought here.
 Because this world had Ning Cheng, who would imprint his name in the vast heavens, it would finally shine in the endless universe!
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 “When I left you, it wasn’t because I was materialistic.”
 “I know.”
 “He doesn’t love me. I already broke up with him.”
 “I know.”
 “You knew? I didn’t know you were still so concerned about me…”
 “I know because he and I are now a couple.”
 This is a story about how a poor loser turned into a tall, handsome and rich guy and snatched his ex-girlfriend’s current boyfriend away.
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 Born into a wealthy family, Gu Shenwei was spoiled and carefree. However, at the age of 14, his entire family were brutally murdered, and he was caught by some bandits who sold him into slavery. As a slave boy, he entered Golden Roc Fort by chance and found the man who had slaughtered his family. He endured insults and worked hard to improve his kung fu while working as a slave boy. He learned from and plotted against his enemy under the enemy’s nose. He became increasingly ambitious as he became more and more powerful. He would only be satisfied if he completely destroyed his enemy—by fair means or foul. Gradually his bitter experience turned him into a totally different person.
 This is a kung fu fiction that is full of mysteries and surprises. This is a story dealing with love, betrayals and distances. This is the journey of an ordinary boy who, against all odds, fought against formidable foes. This is a tale regarding a person who felt abandoned by the world made unremitting efforts to create a new world of his own, in which he was alone.
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 Jian Chen, the publicly recognized number one expert of the Jianghu. His skill with the sword went beyond perfection and was undefeatable in battle, After a battle with the exceptional expert Dugu Qiubai who had gone missing over a hundred years ago, Jian Chen succumbed to his injuries and died. 
 After death, Jian Chen’s spirit was transmigrated into a completely foreign world. Following an extremely fast growth, his enemies piled up one after another before becoming gravely injured once more. 
 On the gates of death, his spirit had mutated, and from that moment henceforth, he would tread on a completely different path of the art of the sword to become the sword god of his generation.
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 In most industries, there are some people who are not given food by God, some people who are fed by God, and some people who are chased by God to feed them. 
 In the field of private military force, God forcefully feeds Gao Guang. 
 Kidnapped at the beginning, Gao Guang was forced to become a member of a private force contractor in order to survive. 
 Until one day, in the field of private weapons, he made highlight moments a professional term. 
 He is committed to providing war-related peripheral services, including but not limited to force, arms, intelligence, and technical support. 
 As the conscience of the industry, we guarantee quality. 
 Highlights, you are trustworthy.
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 Photophobia, bloodthirsty, immortality… 
 Colin, who passed through, found that he seemed to be in line with the characteristics of the vampires. 
 But the problem is, there is no record of vampires in this world! 
 Am I the first vampire in this world? 
 There is no predecessor’s guidance, and there is no system to help. 
 To clarify the setting of kinship in this world, Colin had to treat himself as an experimental subject. 
 [Under direct sunlight, the strength is reduced by about 30%], [The throat, heart, and brain are no longer fatal weaknesses], [Ordinary food cannot satisfy hunger, only blood can restore physical strength]. 
 Holy water…Huh? Who gave me holy water!
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