There is a thousand-year-old family in Qinghe County who settled their homes for six hundred years. Since the founding of the Southern Kingdom, they have been families of good people. The heads of the family have all had the heart of Bodhisattvas and are great good people with a radius of hundreds of miles.

The one who is most worried about this generation of An's family, Mr. An Ming, is his youngest son. An Ming was bitten by a demon wolf when he was very young, so he has serious autism. He hates seeing outsiders very much, and likes to be alone. He always likes to talk to himself and say something that no one can understand. In addition, he always likes to pass on some weird notes to his father, and those notes record amazing things.

After following the note several times, Mr. An successfully defeated two old enemies in the south and north of the city who had competed with the An family for more than 500 years, and made the An family business half of the southern country. He was known as a once-in-a-thousand-year business genius in the southern country.

When Mr. An asked the foolish son for a brilliant plan to unify the business road of the South, his autistic son said, "Stop it." The An family has the largest size, and no matter how big it is, he will be killed like a pig."

Mr. An was very angry. What a bastard you said. Now is the best time for me, An, to be full of energy and unify the business market in the South. You said let me stop? It is impossible! Even without your tricks, Mr. An, can still unify the business roads in the South.

Then, things were as Young Master An Ming said. After Mr An expanded again, his business went down rapidly. Not only did he not improve, but he encountered large-scale deficits and even his subordinates betrayed.

At this moment, Mr. An realized that he couldn't do this and had to stop!

Master An made a concerted effort, the hero cut off his arm, abandoned all his business outside Qinghe County, and then returned to his hometown honestly and started a one-acre and three-point-of-a-cent-land life.

An Ming's evaluation of my father's magical operation is that he learned from me a few steps of Adam Smith's capital operation, played with quantitative easing and dumping hedging, and began to feel unaware of this. If the old guy's mentality is put in the Earth era, he may lose all his underwear!

Mr. An was also open to the ups and downs of his life, and he no longer wanted to seek wealth and prosperity, and the dream of dominating the southern market. He began to marry and teach his children, and arranged twelve stepmothers for An Ming in one go. The most exaggerated one is that he had a stepmother who was five years older than An Ming!

This is simply a waste of people!

An Ming wanted to convince the old man that one son was enough. Even if I had autism, there was no problem in inheriting the family business.

But Master An didn't believe in evil and wanted to get more brothers for An Ming, and to break the curse of the An family's single passing on each generation.

An Ming ran away from home angrily, ran to the side of Qinghe Temple, bought a small courtyard, listened to the monk next door chanting scriptures every day, and never went home to see his father.

The next day, the sky was shining, and a young man looked up at the sky and watched the north wind whistling, murmured, "It's probably going to rain, so I have to pack my clothes quickly."

The young man is thin and has an average facial features. Only a pair of ink eyes shine brightly. The mysterious in his eyes is full of changes, and there is a faint thunder.

An Ming quickly put away the clothes here. Sure enough, he only saw the clouds in Qinghe County filling up the sky, thunder and thunder were extinguished, and the heavy rain was pouring. An Ming sat under the eaves holding his knees and watching the heavy rain. He was a little thoughtful. In his contemplation, An Ming thought of Adam Smith and Buffett, An Ming thought of Lu Xun, An Ming thought of his penguin account that he had a level 32, and his Supreme VIP account with tens of thousands of points on Qidian Novel website.

An Ming is a time traveler, and he is also a very failed time traveler.

Logically speaking, a time traveler, especially a time traveler on the earth, according to the plot in the novel, it should be the beginning of the sky, becoming an immortal in one day, and having a skill shocked everyone. Then the senior regretted that the beauty had an appointment, the young man was unmoved, cold as the wind, and killed all directions. Finally, he entered the immortal throne and became an ancestor of a sect, and his merits were involved in good fortune and benefited the future. Beauties were in groups, descendants were formed, and life was perfect, and the curtain came to an end.

However, in fact, as soon as An Ming was born, it was also the beginning of the heavenly level, but it was not the beginning of the heavenly misfortune, but the beginning of the natural disaster. An Ming saw a demon wolf as tall as an elephant rushed to his home and swallowed him in one bite. Fortunately, his grandfather came with a sword, killed the demon wolf, and dug him out of the demon wolf's belly. Then, An Ming's grandfather wanted to take An Ming to practice immortality, but found that An Ming was a false spiritual root! Although the false spiritual root was a spiritual root on the surface, it was not a spiritual root. It was a lower-class spiritual root that was slightly better than the useless spiritual root, but it was not as good as the miscellaneous spiritual root.

Grandpa An Ming’s sect is a big faction. This sect governs half of the southern territory and is known as the Southern Immortal Sect together with another faction. The sect does not allow such a pseudo-spirited disciple, which will lower the overall quality of the inner disciples of the entire sect. For this reason, Grandpa An Ming just said, don’t worry, when he goes back to the activities, he will definitely let An Ming enter the inner sect. Then this activity will last for seventeen years. An Ming is seventeen years old. Before his grandfather comes back, An Ming feels that there should be no hope for this matter.

Since there is no hope of becoming an immortal, An Ming plans to be an ordinary person calmly and live his life honestly.

As for his reputation as he was on Earth, the most talented Pennsylvania Business School genius, futures overlord, Nasdaq Tiger, the nightmare that the US stock market cannot avoid, the energy stock market ripper, Buffett spent 50 million to invite a financial genius for lunch, the hardcore men who kowtowed to him, etc., let's go with the wind. After all, there are immortals in this era. If they know that I am a time traveler, I'm afraid I will break the ground and analyze it.

For this reason, An Ming has understood a truth since he became sensible: when a person falls, he lies down there. He must learn to be content with the circumstances, instead of always yelling to change his fate. God owe you a hundred years.

Speaking of lying down, An Ming was extremely skillful. When An Ming just knew how to speak, he started to sleep alone and eat alone, trying not to speak to the second person, for fear that others would find his beautiful literary talent and peerless business discussion. For seventeen years, he has hidden his poor nature and survived here. An Ming just wanted to wait for his father to die, be a member of the peaceful world, manage his own land well, marry a few beautiful wives, and spend his rest...

At this moment, a sudden thunder exploded above his head, and An Ming raised his head in shock. When he saw that, An Ming opened his mouth wide, "Ya Ya, come and see, a god!"

Not far from An Ming, a duck swayed with its fat belly and raised its head, leaving only two golden lights in the duck's eyes.

Yes, golden light, in the night sky of Qinghe County, golden thunder tangled together, but saw the rumbling sound of thunder, the roar of heaven and earth, and in the vibration, two figures were seen, appearing and disappearing.

A man on the left was wearing a golden robe, and a flaming dragon was waving with his right hand. The fire dragon roared and roared and exploded into the sky with many cracks, which was very striking to dissipate the clouds and rains in the sky. On the other side, the clouds and rains faintly disappeared, and the huge shadow rolled, and only saw the clouds and rains in the sky rolling again. When the face was met, the fire dragon was extinguished. The figure roared, like a rocket wreckage, smashing towards the ground!

Seeing this situation, An Ming touched the duck's head and muttered, "Duck, do you see it? This is the end of cultivating immortals, tsk tsk! It's so high that it's like falling down and falling into a meat pie! Tell me, you're so good, why do you want to cultivate immortals? I'm not thinking about it and cultivating immortals! I, An Ming, will never be able to cultivate immortals in this life!"

And An Ming said a few words and suddenly found that the figure seemed to be smashing towards him!

Judging from this situation, An Ming recited, "Ami, I am a big rough--"
Chapter completed!