【Anti-routine article, daily relaxed. 】

After graduation, Chen Mo obtained a money-losing system. The more he lost, the more personal assets he could get.

Losing money?

This thing is simply too simple.

Chen Mo thought confidently, and then directly acquired a loss-making clothing factory.

But what he didn't expect was that the company was full of a group of old-fashioned employees.

Watching his company step by step become the world's first group, he was even called the country's first philanthropist, entrepreneur, environmentalist, president of the Animal Protection Association, Tianhua board in the investment industry, and a recognized good boss in the industry...

Chen Mo sighed secretly, he really just wanted to lose money.

Also known as: [Just want to lose money, but meet a group of old-fashioned employees] [Losing to become the richest man: starting from acquiring a loss-making clothing factory]

[Intel System] + [Urban Lighthearted Style] + [No Time Travel or Rebirth] + [Not an Orphan] + [No Show-off Face-slapping Tropes]

“This year’s projected number of graduates is 12.5 million, and over the next ten years, an estimated 120 million college students will graduate.”

As a regular junior-year undergraduate with a recent major family tragedy, Ye Su felt hopeless upon hearing this news.

But after unexpectedly binding with the Daily Intel System, Ye Su became filled with hope and longing for the future.

[Today's Intel]: A scratch-off lottery ticket named “Endless Rainbow” sold at the Ping Le Road lottery store contains a card worth ¥8,000.

[Today's Intel]: At the upcoming ghost market on Lichang Road, a stall will sell an old copy of Journey to the West, inside whose cover is hidden a rare “British Black Penny” stamp. Suggested resale price: ¥12,000.

[Today's Intel]: In a second-hand furniture shop on Renping Street, Tangyong Urban Village, there’s a sofa containing two gold bars, each weighing 200 grams.

…

At first, Ye Su only wanted to earn a little money with the system to help his family through their crisis…

On a frozen tundra, through the billowing steam and blinding blizzard, the shape of a colossal beast slowly emerges.

A grotesque construct seemingly cobbled together from wood and iron, devoid of any sense of beauty or design. Whether it can even move is a mystery—it’s a wonder it holds together at all.

At the front is a massive steel face locked in a twisted grin, with a red mechanical tongue lurking inside its maw.

Below, four claw-like mechanical legs—thin and bird-like—stride awkwardly through the snow, barely supporting the towering monstrosity above. Their fragility is alarming against the beast’s massive frame.

They say, deep within the fortress, a mysterious figure dwells… weaving the fate of all who live.