The old man took Zhao Tiezhu around seven times and came to a dilapidated house.

The house is very bright and odorless, but the old man's house is too cold. There was no furniture at all. There were several washed and faded clothes on the door. Bed, table and simple cooker, and then... There's no more. There's nothing else.

"Old Mr. Yesterday you made five million dollars at a stroke, and even after deducting the transaction tax, there were 4.89 million. Why don't you..." Zhao Tiezhu pointed at the ventilated walls on all sides.

"I'm done with what I should have enjoyed, and I'm returning it now!" The old man...