The Blank Heavenly Book

The moment Cheng Li let go, Pei Su embraced him tightly again. From a squatting position, he shifted to kneeling halfway on the sofa, wrapping his arms around Cheng Li's neck, resting his chin on Cheng Li's head, gently rubbing his soft hair.

Cheng Li buried his face in Pei Su's chest, asking softly in a muffled voice, "Brother Pei, what's wrong? Are you very tired?"

Pei Su released him and replied, "Not tired."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "The company has something tomorrow; I have to work the night shift. Don't wait up for me, go to sleep first."

Hearing this, Cheng Li's expression darkened somewhat, but he still nodded slightly.

The insurance company where Pei Su worked was sometimes very busy; he often had to work night shifts and couldn't come home. Even if he did, he would only have time for a quick meal before leaving again. Cheng Li couldn't understand it; he always felt that company was overly exploitative and had tried many times to persuade Pei Su to quit. But Pei Su said he had signed a contract, and violating it would incur a huge penalty, so Cheng Li had no choice but to drop the matter.

In his heart, he secretly vowed: He must earn a lot of money to free Pei Su from that damned company. Capitalism is truly detestable!

The next day, Cheng Li was woken by Pei Su's movements. He had already tied his tie, put on his suit, leaned down to kiss Cheng Li's forehead, and left for work. Cheng Li heard the door close, then scrambled to sit up, pulling out a "secret to getting rich" manual from a hidden compartment in the cabinet.

He flipped through a few pages, engrossed in reading, but only the system within him knew that the book was blank.

He had bought this book from a small roadside stall. At the time, the book was still wrapped in plastic, and the stall owner said it was a "heavenly book." As long as one diligently cultivated and raised their cultivation base, they could see through heavenly secrets, comprehend the mysteries of the world, and possess countless riches.

It sounded very enticing, but the system had scanned it and confirmed that it was actually just a blank book with no words.

The system was about to mock him when it saw Cheng Li's eyes light up, and he asked the owner, "How much is this heavenly secret?"

The owner proudly replied, "Not ninety-nine, not nine hundred ninety, just nine point nine!"

Nine point nine, a magical number. If someone said an item cost ten yuan, people would feel it was expensive. But for some reason, as long as it was "nine point nine," people would immediately think: Oh my god, so cheap, what a bargain!

The system felt that compared to the blank heavenly book, "nine point nine" was the true doctrine of wealth creation.