Money-Grubbing System C42
by MarineTLChapter 42 By now, it was already the twelfth lunar month. Although there was no snow, the constant howling north wind still made people shiver. Fatty Zhang wrapped himself tightly in his thick cotton coat, feeling very fortunate that he had grabbed a cotton hat before coming out. Someone like Manager Liu, who always paid attention to his appearance no matter the occasion, was now caught off guard. Fatty Zhang noticed Liu Junyue's mid-length hair frozen and standing up stiffly from the cold, so he quietly…









