Disciple Cashback System: I Got Exposed By My Disciple - Chapter 7

The girl who transmigrated threw four-year-old Yu into a snowy mountain in order to change her fate. Fortunately, kind-hearted people took the young girl in. The Wang family was poor, sick, disabled and indebted, But from start to end, they pampered her like a precious jewel. Everyone said that the Wang family picked up a money-losing burden. Sooner or later, they would all end up badly together! Unexpectedly, this little precious doll was a small blessing. Little Yu took out her little pocket and smiled sweetly. Portable spatial pocket, the best spiritual spring, spiritual measurement mouse…

Anything they wanted, Yu had it! An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. This small blessing was incredible. Not only was she a farming expert, but she was also great at business. She even opened a school, sea trade, established a prestigious kindergarten, and even gained the favor of all the staff! Watch as the small, pampered blessing turns the table around and brings her family to the pinnacle of life! The transmigrated girl and the villains were dumbfounded. It looks like they were the ones who missed out on getting the person with a cheat!

Talent? Unnecessary! Wealth? Doesn’t matter! Brain? Eat it!

Even if one was the greatest of gutter trashes with zero redeemable qualities, as long as they had a System, they are bound to reach the pinnacle of life.

Compass Carburettor, a dirt-poor orphan with absolutely zero f**king qualities managed to reach the peak of the business world by the age of 35, all while relying on his Money-Making System like a blinded barnacle.

But at the peak of his life, he was betrayed by his System.

Gu Nianshen had thought all along that he was raped by an older lady five years ago when he got really drunk at a nightclub. When he met a child who resembled him and Lin Yiqian, he carried the child in his arms.

I am Racist.…I mean, my name is Racis T.I was a stand-up comedian. The flop kind. The type who only got laughs when someone else was roasting him.One night, I was doing a gig at a shady, run-down bar—the kind where tattooed bikers drink motor oil for breakfast. I went in with my usual dark humor, but my jokes were getting the same reaction as my dating profile: complete silence.That didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was already starving to death. So I did what any committed comedian would—I went darker.Turns out, one of my jokes (or all of them?) triggered a guy so hard that he pulled a trigger. Headshot. Instant death.But hey, look at this: A guy got triggered, so he pulled the trigger. That’s wordplay. But who cares? I’m dead anyway.All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing, and maybe a few girls swooning over my wit. I never cared about money. The millions I’d have made would have gone to charity—specifically, 0.001% of it. See? I’m generous like that.Anyway, death is death. My story should’ve ended there.But… if there is an afterlife, I had a simple wish: become a successful comedian, find a loving wife, and have just enough money to afford three meals a day… and maybe a humble little private yacht. Or a jet. But that’s it. Because, like I said, I don’t care about money.Unfortunately, wishes don’t work that way.Because, well—there was an afterlife.And it was absolutely not what I wished for.