Since Wang Jian had started "writing," he had actually gone through three phases.
The first phase encompassed novels like "I’m a Great Mage" and "Arcane Throne."
Aside from altering so background settings to better align with reality, the content of his works hadn’t changed much.
However, for "Extre Heavenly Demon" and "Anomalies and Creatures," various reasons compelled Wang Jian to start injecting his personal touch.
Of course, the thes of the works remained unchanged, though one could say there were so minor modifications.
As for "Empresses in the Palace," it was completely split into "Harem Boleyn Family" and "Female Pope."
The degree of alteration was so extensive that the original author, if present, wouldn’t have been able to see any connection between the two.
When it ca to "I’m Too Rich," it posed a new challenge for Wang Jian.
He needed to organize the various ssy stories in his mind, then blend them into a new work.
"The original protagonists, all earning far less than the average, are from the lower strata?" Wang Jian contemplated for a mont and then set his protagonist as an orphan living in a "white trash" family in South Chicago.
From Al Capone to the complete control of Chicago’s underworld by African Aricans, the security of the "Windy City" had never disappointed.
Even during the Gulf War, the daily mortality rate here was still higher than the daily US Army casualties in Iraq.
As for the foster family, it was Wang Jian’s way of defending the original protagonist.
After all, the outco wasn’t important—this work, in a sense, was more like a compulsory task.
"System... giving money?" Wang Jian smirked, "As if the National Tax Bureau doesn’t exist?"
So, he boldly revised it to a will left by a billionaire relative, where the protagonist had to spend a certain amount of money within a specified ti to inherit even more.
What?
This scenario’s likelihood isn’t any higher than the system distributing money?
Please, even a dog can inherit a fortune—such a will is entirely plausible.
This kind of novel, where sudden wealth must be spent, is sowhat different from his other works.
The largest difference is that it involves many characters to set the stage for later "show-offs."
Thus, Wang Jian set up an alcoholic foster father, a hard-working but occasionally irresponsible elder sister, two brothers, and a baby brother for the protagonist.
"Hmm, it’s best to also create an unreliable but age-appropriate sister as a source of conflict, to facilitate the unfolding of the school plot," he thought.
...
"Everyone put the money in the jar, to be used for heating this winter," elder sister Fiona said as she busily prepared breakfast while speaking to her younger siblings.
Carl watched his brothers and sisters take out their money in turn, scratching his head in distress.
Since the ban on selling guns at school a few days earlier, he had no stable inco.
"Carl," elder sister Fiona looked at the protagonist, "although you’re fostered, you still need to pay living expenses like the children of the Gallagher family."
"Yeah," protagonist Carl replied, then quickly added, "Shouldn’t I have governnt assistance?"
"Ha," elder sister Fiona laughed sarcastically, "then you should go find Frank."
"Friendly reminder, he’s at the bar around the corner."
"Shit!" Carl cursed softly, "That damned drunk!"
"Alright, you all hurry to school; I still need to go to work," Fiona quickly ate a few bites of bread and then left.
"Together?" asked the military-aspiring, mild-mannered older brother Ryan casually.
"I can’t, I have to go sit an exam for soone else," academically excellent older brother Lip also left ho.
"Forget it," protagonist Carl waved dismissively, "I need to go make money."
After his brothers and sisters had left, Carl took his baby brother to the neighbor’s house, where the African Arican woman, a good friend of his sister, would look after him—primarily because her bar had fewer custors in the morning.
"Shit!" Carl cursed as he walked. "Where can I get so money?"
At that mont, a black Cadillac SUV stopped in front of him, and an African-Arican bodyguard blocked his way and ushered him into the vehicle.
"Is this a drug dealer?" Carl’s mind tensed up.
But soon, he relaxed.
"Selling guns isn’t much different from dealing drugs, both are felonies anyway."
"Yeah, I’m white, the cops won’t pay special attention to ," Carl said.
The well-dressed boss opposite him hesitated for a mont, then burst into laughter.
"I think you’ve got it wrong, I’m a lawyer."
"You have a distant relative in Texas. He struck oil on his land and beca incredibly wealthy."
"Struck oil, you’re kidding, right?" Carl was stunned for a mont but then laughed it off nonchalantly.
Looking like this, there wasn’t much to deceive about, anyway.
"So what?"
"He left you a large inheritance," the lawyer shrugged, "but perhaps because he was just overwheld by his new wealth, his will is a bit..."
The lawyer frowned, struggling between laughter and tears, "quirky."
"In any case, you need to spend a certain amount of money within a set ti to receive more of the inheritance."
"Rember, this money can only be used for legitimate expenses, not for investnts or charity."
Carl rolled his eyes and prepared to get out of the car.
"Shit! eting a lunatic first thing in the morning."
"Wait a minute." As the lawyer spoke, the bodyguard extended his thick arm to stop Carl.
"Of course, you have another choice," the lawyer continued. "Sign as a ward and get 10% of the inheritance while giving up the other 90%."
After saying this, he pulled out two contracts and laid them in front of Carl.
Then, the lawyer took out a stack of hundred-dollar bills and placed it on top of one of the contracts.
"Because you don’t have to give up the property, this contract doesn’t require a guardian’s signature," he shrugged, "but it also ans you have to et the additional conditions."
Carl looked at the two contracts and then at the money on top, showing a surprised expression.
"Is this... real?"
"Of course," the lawyer nodded with a smile, "but if you fail the challenge even once, you’ll lose all subsequent bonuses."
"According to the wishes of the deceased, I can tell you that the last part of the inheritance amounts to one billion US dollars."
One billion dollars?
Even just 10% is enough for a wealthy life!
But then, Carl rembered his guardian, a man nad Frank.
After that, he no longer pondered and imdiately picked up the stack of dollars.
"Good, you’ve chosen the challenge," the lawyer put away the other contract.
"The first task: spend ten thousand dollars in one day, starting now."
"We will have soone watching you, of course, you will hardly notice it."
Then, he gestured invitingly, "I hope you complete the task, so we will et again tomorrow."
Carl, holding the dollars, stumbled out of the vehicle.
He didn’t even notice his ex-girlfriend coming head-on riding a bicycle.
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