Song Xingcheng found out that he was the cannon fodder for a novel…
The horror is, this is actually a post-apocalyptic novel?!
He relied on the rent of the two buildings to live a happy and free life, and his favorite grilled chicken…
But all of them will be gone!
Fortunately, the golden finger fell from the sky, and he became the lord of the city.
Since then, anywhere he had waved his hand had many houses, vast farmland, roaring factories, and rising technology…
Song Xingcheng not only once again lived a beautiful life of collecting rent and receiving soft hands but he also grabbed a man who can cook chicken!
He Qianshan: My skill of making grilled chicken is inherited from my ancestors, come to my bowl soon ~