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When Chu Qin found his lover who had lost his memory, the fake fiancee his lover’s family had arranged for was with him.

Fake fiancée: I’m the person you love the most.

Zhong Yibin: ……Liar, the person I love is obviously Chu Qin.

Fake fiancée: Didn’t you lose your memory?

Zhong Yibin: F***! I still remember Chu Qin!

Chu Qin: “……”

Except for you, I forgot the entire world…..

Never forget Chu Qin.

- Description from Novelupdates

A money laundering expert running on Wall Street in the United States was reborn in the early 21st century after being accidentally killed.

Like a mouse falling into a granary, this is a great age full of gold! The crazy rise of Silicon Valley, Wall Street’s global money-making plan, and companies with super potential stocks! !

Ye Dongqing was confused. Opportunities to make money were everywhere, but she didn’t know where to start. How to get the first pot of gold became the top priority.

This book is an easy-going and daily rich story of richness and sex.

Completed the same type of “The Great American Rancher” and “Born in Chinatown”, full-time writer, character guarantee!

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- Description from novelbuddy

Heartbreak was the worst thing Kanata thought he’d face this week. He was wrong.When the world begins to rot and the dead rise, survival becomes the only thing that matters. Trapped in a school turned slaughterhouse, Kanata finds himself side by side with unexpected allies—his sharp-tongued childhood friend, a fierce upperclassman with a blade, and a dangerously calm teacher with a mysterious past.With betrayal still fresh and the world falling apart, Kanata isn’t looking to be a hero. He just wants to stay alive.But in the apocalypse… staying alive is the hardest part.

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.