After being reborn, Liu Wei unexpectedly gains the "Slacker System."

As long as he continues to slack off, he’ll achieve success.

But the result...

“President Liu, our game is a massive hit!”

“Brother Wei, our supermarket has expanded into a nationwide chain!”

“Hello, President Liu? Great news—the new movie just won an award!”

“President Liu, your all-in-one entertainment empire is progressing steadily...”

“…”

Liu Wei stands on the balcony, staring blankly:

"How did it turn out like this? I just wanted to slack off!"

...

A counter-trope story.

in Feng transmigrated into the world of a background actor, spending his days loitering outside the gates of a film and television studio, waiting for odd jobs with barely enough to eat. Just when things looked hopeless, a half-baked system activated, pushing him into all kinds of side hustles—setting up street stalls, fortune-telling, cooking, delivering food, and more.

On day one, he ghostwrote essays for elementary schoolers. On day two, he cracked open safes and accidentally helped the police catch a thief. On day three, he somehow ended up as a temporary nurse.

No matter the job, Lin Feng tackled it with gusto—but no matter how hard he worked, he never made any real money and often found himself back at square one. Meanwhile, his "main" career in acting struggled to take off. Still, none of that stopped him from spreading laughter and joy wherever he went.

Let me know if you'd like a more comedic, serious, or marketing-focused tone.

[System + Overseas Start + School Beauty + Factory Beauty + Mixed-race Model + Relaxed + Slow-paced Daily Life + UP Master + Occasional Live Broadcast + Many Goddesses + Not a Few Trillions at the Start]

[A serious reminder: this book is purely fictional. Southeast Asia is risky, so please be cautious when traveling.]

Thoughtful illustrations, large portions and enough to fill you up.

This is the first Tomato novel, thank you for your support.

Li Qinghe, who just graduated from university, chose to go to neighboring Vietnam to become a UP host because the domestic employment environment was too competitive.

Unexpectedly, I woke up and was bound to the money distribution system.

As long as you know how many fans you have on the designated video platform at 12 o'clock midnight, you can withdraw that amount of money the next day.

Li Qinghe looked at his more than 5,000 fans and fell silent...

In order to quickly increase the number of followers of the "Qinghe Wuyou Media" account.

Li Qinghe coaxed a beautiful girl out of the factory to film a love story with him.

A series of beauties including school beauties, mixed-race models and white-collar workers have appeared in the show.

The momentum of increasing followers has been unstoppable since then.

When Li Qinghe's account gained followers

10,000

fifty thousand

One hundred thousand...

Li Qinghe discovered that life with the ability to make money is really happy.

What is it like to have the ability to pay in a foreign country?

Oh, if you are abroad, the happiness will be doubled.

As long as you lose all the system funds, you can get double the free funds?

Zhang Fan was overjoyed. Making money wasn't easy, but losing money wasn't either! It was just...

What? Prices are falling, and one dollar is equal to one hundred yuan? Zhang Fan panicked as he looked at the 2 billion yuan in his hand.

"You guys spend money! Don't spend it on me! I don't need it!"

"What? The stock price went up? The one I bought was green! What stock god? I'm not a stock god!"

"My movie is a big hit? Even if it's made like that, people still watch it?"

"Are you going to build a city center on that newly purchased wasteland?"

Help! Stop making money! I really don’t want to make money!

"Please, I'm begging you all, stop letting me make money!"

"Get away, you damned bills!"

In the eyes of the public, Pei Qiankun was a titan of the entertainment industry, an investment genius, and the perfect boss—but he was utterly miserable.

Ever since he acquired the Wealth Compensation System, he'd been desperately trying to spend money and rack up losses, racking his brains to find losing investments.

But money seemed to have developed a life of its own—the more he spent, the more he had, the more he spent, the more it grew.

Even his employees, who were originally slackers, suddenly acted like they were on performance-enhancing drugs, working like crazy to earn him more and more.

Now staring at the business empire he accidentally built with his own hands, Pei Qiankun was on the verge of tears.

"I really just wanted to lose money!"

[Game Development] [System] [Anti-Trope]

Exclusive Interview

Reporter: “President Mei, your latest game has once again gone explosively viral. Could you share with us the original inspiration behind making this game?”

Mei Caiyi, wearing a pained expression: “You might not believe this, but I actually have a system—every time the company loses money, I personally make a huge profit. So, the whole reason I made this game was to lose money. Same with the last one. And the one before that. All of them.”

Reporter: “Hahaha! President Mei, you’re truly hilarious. I understand now—you’re not in this for the money. You’re just sincerely making heartfelt, high-quality games for the players.”

He really wanted to say: “Understand my ass.”

How was he supposed to know all those games would blow up?

Now they call him things like “visionary,” “marketing genius,” “game development prodigy”—as if they weren’t just slandering him!

“Arbitrary Town”—a construction game with no gameplay, just mindless clicking.

“TombForce”—the protagonist is male, and all the enemies have bizarre, ridiculous designs.

“Cry”—deliberately made to provoke flame wars.

“Conscience-Free Game Platform”—created solely to deter people from registering.

“Escape”—designed to scare players so badly they wouldn’t want to buy it.

…He’s even gone online more than once begging for help: “Willing to pay handsomely for a large-scale, logically sound game idea that’s guaranteed to lose a ton of money!”

Liu Ziyang lay slumped on the creaking, broken sofa in his rented apartment, staring at the "Balance less than 100 yuan" notification on his phone screen. His temples throbbed. Just three days ago, he was a project manager at an internet company; now, he was part of the unemployed masses, without enough money in his pocket to even cover next week's rent.

"Grrrrumble—" His stomach growled at an inconvenient moment. He fished out the last packet of instant noodles from the fridge, three days past its expiry date. Just as he tore open the packaging, his phone screen suddenly went black, then a flashy, golden interface popped up.

[Ding! Host detected in a life low point, "Loss Rebate" System is binding...]

[Entertainment + Lyrics and Composition + Stay True to Our Original Aspiration] The Voice of China is in full swing, and Su Chen, the challenge host, has been tasked with the following: Do you dare to participate in The Voice of China and see how far you can make it? Su Chen roars, "Let's go! I'm playing for the real thing!" As he makes his way through the competition, his fans are shocked—we'll make you look bad, but you'll make a top-tier debut! This book is also titled: [Entertainment: Let you challenge, but you'll shut down the show?], [A bunch of hit songs rock the entertainment industry in one day], [Entertainment: Let you look bad, but you didn't make your debut!], [After entering the entertainment industry, I made money without doing anything], [With Huaxia as my backing, my works are numerous and powerful!]

Wang Xiaoyu transmigrated to a parallel world and became a PhD student. He then received a system that rewarded him with 100 times the profit as long as he ran a company normally, spent money continuously, and mismanaged it. But unexpectedly, these sneaky bastards kept making the company better and better! They turned it into the world’s number one game company, the world’s number one supermarket, the world’s top investment firm, and so many other titles.

Wang Xiaoyu helplessly said: “I just want to lose money, but there are just too many of these sneaky bastards!”