MTL - Marvel’s Hogwarts Wizard - Chapter 468 rich magic

This is the story of a boy who lived a secluded life in the mountains, tending his farm, rearing his fish, and dreaming his dreams. Eh? Did I suddenly conquer all worlds and become the big boss? Or am I still in a dream?

[Strong female + vest + sadistic slap in the face + micro metaphysics]

[Group pet + no logic]

At the age of eighteen, Lin Wu learned that he was a fake daughter and was kicked out of the house.

Lin family: You have no talent or ability, your moral character and learning are worrisome, and you are not as good as Qianqian at all!

Lin Wu turned around and went to his biological parents’ house.

I thought it was just as shabby as the Lin family said, but I never thought it was completely different——

The backcountry is actually the premier special area for the rich!

Ordinary people are actually the richest people in the country!

My biological mother is a famous and authoritative professor!

Even my brothers and sisters are the proud ones in various fields!

Facing Lin Wu, who had no brand name and looked thin, they looked distressed: Wuwu, you have been wronged, from now on these countries will be yours!

Lin Wu casually made hundreds of millions, wiped out a group of mercenaries with his bare hands, completed experiments at an international research institute, and saved someone by the way, and politely thanked them.

The family members looked at her unfinished vest:! ! !

The handsome man who had been rescued stood in front of Lin Wu, raised his eyebrows and smiled: Such a great kindness should be pledged with one’s own body.

All the subordinates following behind covered their faces: Master Jiu, where is the reserve? !

- Description from novelbuddy

As the owner of an ordinary bookstore, Ling PingAn’s biggest wish was to muddle through life and do absolutely nothing.

It was understood that this was a capitalist country, where the possession of the greatest amount of capital determined to whom the nation effectively belonged.The smile that had been resting on William Sheffield’s face was abruptly erased as his expression turned cold. In a tone laced with determination, it was demanded by him that the police be contacted immediately so that they could crush those who stood in their way. The reasoning behind his words seemed clear: if such actions had been taken before by someone like Rockefeller, then why should it not also be possible for Sheffield?A sense of irony hung in the air as the sentiment was expressed—this was America, where each day seemed to unfold as though it were part of an ongoing shootout, with battles fought not just with guns but with power, influence, and wealth.