[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-what-s-wrong-with-me-being-the-last-to-get-rich":3,"chapter-what-s-wrong-with-me-being-the-last-to-get-rich-what-s-wrong-with-me-being-the-last-to-get-rich-chapter-193":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","What's Wrong with Me Being the Last to Get Rich?",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2272770,4439,"Chapter 193","what-s-wrong-with-me-being-the-last-to-get-rich-chapter-193",193,"\u003Cp>September is the start of the school term.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xing only realized this when he saw someone mention internships on his own website, then remembered the last time he’d brought up the school term was because it significantly impacted Guoai.com’s business.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the last school term to this one, Baixiaosheng had been established nearly a year.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a professional platform, Baixiaosheng was quite friendly to university students, partly because its community operations included regular graduation-season events.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the sight of this, the Xia clan warriors immediately gave chase—Xiao Chen’s earlier order had been to kill all invading sea folk, and this was the perfect opportunity; how could these warriors possibly let it slip away?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man shouting on stage was, of course, one of Li Tan’s former subordinates, likely a close relative; no one responded to his words, so Han Zhenhan took the megaphone from Shunzi’s hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the Divine Emperor’s power surged, the array grew even more terrifying, its suppression intensified—he struck with earth-shattering force, his demeanor… as if he meant to crush the Dragon Wing Sovereign with a single palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, Xiao Chen frowned, for he clearly sensed two unfamiliar energies approaching with clear intent—neither sea folk nor human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Yijun sat dazed in the living room for a while; since her father’s death, she’d rarely had moments as idle as this—most of her time was spent either working or shuttling between her natal and marital families, petty chores making her feel like a spinning top.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Midway through their game, light rain began to fall; Lu Wu pulled Du Ruo and urged Lu Shi to return to their courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon arriving at the firm, she found Zhao Wen already seated on the sofa waiting, while Xiang Bei was unusually attentive, preparing coffee and snacks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bao Yuanyuan said nothing, pulling me inside. It was daytime, but all windows were covered in black cloth, blocking every sliver of light; the overhead lamps glowed dimly, flickering eerily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a loud “boom,” panic and terror spread instantly among the troops of the Huaxia Military District headquarters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ai Qiaoqiao first discussed the main matter with Boss Feng, then showed her the sweet potato starch paste she’d made herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing Zhao Li say there was no danger, the archaeologists quickly moved closer, and upon seeing the bones, exclaimed in surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Learning that Meng Qi’s people had already gone to the hotel, the Sun family was equally astonished, unable to fathom how the other side had guessed they had no one inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the assessment arena, major factions were highly active, yet Moqi ly refrained from extending olive branches to the remaining thirty-odd individuals—they were no fools; they understood those who hadn’t been eliminated were untouchable, and dared not break the rules.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What struck him as most unbelievable was sensing the aura of the Evil Spirit Realm emanating from this ant—this aura was exquisitely noble, far surpassing even the Elder’s rank; it flashed and vanished, making Meng Ta almost believe he’d imagined it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yuan made up a random address, not caring whether she believed him, secretly gathering strength, preparing to strike back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Senior Sister, it’s not… not… listen to me, if I took everything and left, I’d become a heartless traitor—I’m sure Senior Sister wouldn’t like someone like that.” Mo Lin spoke nervously, his words stumbling, his heart in his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing how this man could now speak so bluntly, Tan Mingyang couldn’t help but smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yuan wasn’t ungrateful—he remembered everyone who had helped him before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of this, he opened his mobile banking app, transferred one hundred million to Bai Dai, then twenty billion to Wu Renyao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in truth, Liu Jiaru had already fallen for Xia Yi—he simply refused to admit it, because he felt unworthy of her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon receiving a confirmed answer, Wan Qingshi’s expression eased slightly, though it still wasn’t pleasant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wukong had the Insect Demon King and Rat Demon King enroll their subordinates into the roster, calling out each name one by one; thus, the pilgrimage team now numbered over ten thousand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wukong glanced again at these treasures—all formidable items. The demons praised them endlessly; with such artifacts, what did they fear from heavenly soldiers and generals?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Jian and the others watched helplessly as Wukong flew away—they certainly couldn’t catch up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wow, everything was already prepared—Lan Rui suddenly felt a warm surge in her heart, her eyes growing damp; she’d always thought Li was hard to approach, but it was just her own mind playing tricks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jin Shanshan wondered when she’d started caring so much about his safety—after all, they weren’t anything to each other, were they?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Jiaqi didn’t know whether to be angry or laugh—just for such a reason, to do something like this? No wonder, trained by the Eastern Factory—they’d mastered the art of making others suffer unbearably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She thought she must be foolish to still find his appearance so pleasing, so noble and defiant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Liusu nodded skeptically; she’d long known Ning Xiujing was unreliable. If Ning Xiujing had misidentified the person, that would be best—but now, judging by her demeanor, there seemed nothing wrong, so she had to wait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only possible ally, Hou Er, chose betrayal at the critical moment and was immediately killed by Leopard Head; though a traitor, he was still of her own kind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just around the corner, Tong Guai’ai heard a loud “bang”—the sharp clatter of a metal frame hitting ceramic flooring—probably Liu Ning had kicked the chair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t know yet. I’ll check around here—don’t wander off,” Long Ming said, walking forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Plum Garden burned down—don’t you remember?” He eyed her suspiciously, finally speaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t want to lose any family member, especially… the head of the family…” Even now, Mo Qin answered with a laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Mohan heard his words and felt an unbidden pang of pain; he said nothing, but Zhang Lei behind him was displeased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sha Li and Peng Jiayuan grew anxious and rushed over to surround Hu Shuntang, but were helpless. Yet Hu Shuntang’s complexion began to improve, returning to normal, regaining color; the Night King raised his hand, touching his chest—his heartbeat gradually resumed, his pulse becoming regular.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After hanging up with Dong Wei, Tong Guai’ai turned on the TV, idly flipping channels, until the words “Shengze Group” snapped her attention back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hua Hua, are you messing with me?” Chen Yang refused to leave, instead looking at Li Muhua, hurt and disbelieving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although Zhang Hanming didn’t look very old, they didn’t look down on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suan Wuyi spoke up to ask—he wouldn’t assume General Zhan had suddenly and without reason supported Leng Han’s ascension to the throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hu Meier clearly saw the meat on the grill sizzling, looking delicious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the boys met, each greeted the others with smiles: “Niu Ge, good morning! 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