American History 1988 - Chapter 192 - 186 Unexpected Venture Capital

[1V1 Shuangjie + female strong sweetness + wearing books + younger years + group pet + career]

Lan Shu traveled to a novel of real and fake daughters in the 1980s, and became the fat and stupid real daughter in the fake daughter’s control group. At the very beginning, she was asked to divorce by the scumbag.

Divorce is okay, she settled the bills, dumped the scumbag in anger, and went back to the village to lose weight, become beautiful, and become a group favorite.

Big brother: Don’t be sad, little sister, brother picked you a new husband.

Second brother: Although this kid has lost his memory, he has a great figure and a superb appearance.

Third brother: As long as the younger sister likes it, the family will spend money to raise it for you.

While raising a simple little milk dog, she started a business and made a fortune.

Unexpectedly, once the well-behaved little milk dog regained its memory and turned into a little wolf dog, it turned out to be the young master from Kyoto!

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The fake daughter thought that the real daughter who grew up in the countryside was just a rustic, ignorant and divorced village woman.

Unexpectedly, the real daughter she saw with her own eyes was actually a fair-skinned, beautiful, long-legged, rich and powerful female president!

Even the young master of the Gu family, whom she can’t reach, is one of the suitors of the real daughter!

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The green tea lovers who admire her little milk dog: Brother is so good, what else are you dissatisfied with?

Lan Shu: Brother is so good, he was also trained by sister~!

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Rich and handsome little wolf dog VS commercial all-round face-controlling female boss

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[Space + Farming + Escape from Famine] The apocalyptic boss Bai Wutong took Space World to ancient times, and before he was happy, he found himself in a troubled era of escape!

Murder and robbery, making money and killing people, the price of sitting on the ground can be found everywhere.

Come up, she will kill two people.

She was kind enough to save someone, but she was deceived, stalked, and insisted on following her.

If that’s the case, don’t blame her for being jealous.

After finally settling down, he was assigned to the frontier to open up wasteland.

The sky is high, the emperor is far away, the fast piston is immortal, and Bai Wutong can’t ask for it.

Several years passed.

Bai Wutong accidentally led the richest man of the previous dynasty, the prime minister, the commander of the dark guard camp, the contemporary great Confucianism, the female saint, the magical doctor… and turned the barren land into a rich and noble town that everyone is craving.

The emperor came here with his ministers admiringly, looked at it, and was dumbfounded.

Isn’t the man who poured tea and water beside Bai Wutong the eldest son who has been dead for several years?

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In the twenty-ninth year of the First Emperor, Bo Langsha was attacked.

When Ying Zheng merged the memories of the 21st century history doctor, looked at the mighty mountains and rivers in front of him, and said to himself, “In this life, my Daqin can’t die!”

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war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”