Creating an Industrial Empire in 19th Century Parallel World - Chapter 73 The Plan For New Office Building

Yan Mu Lin, who just got the Best Male CV award, was killed in an accident, but fate made him traverse into another world.

In there, he has more opportunities to showcase his talent. His goal is…

Shao Nuo Yu: to assist his husband and educate the children.

Yan Mu Lin: ……

The otakus who loved to express their shock and regret: （ ⊙ o ⊙ ）

Pan Jinlian‘s CV is actually male, male, male……

Lin Daiyu‘s CV is actually male, male, male……

Daji‘s CV is actually male, male, male……

The drama / movie fans who loved to express their astonishment: （*@ο@*）

X superstar’s voice in this TV drama is super sexy~~

X film emperor’s voice in this movie sounds really distressed~~

X female lead’s voice in this movie sounds really heartbroken~~

They found out that the superstar, film emperor, and female lead unexpectedly had the same CV!

In the end, who is it?! Who is it?!

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【Sweetness & Bittersweetness + Mutual Redemption + Love Over Time】Xia Zhi got married to He Jinnan, with whom she had a one-night stand. He Jinnan is handsome, good-natured, gentle, and considerate towards her. He takes care of her, transfers money when she's out, and helps her deal with mean people. In every matter, he strives for perfection. Xia Zhi is deeply immersed in his love and believes she will grow old with him. Until one day, she sees the woman standing behind him, the woman that bewitches him, and she realizes that everything has been an illusion. She hands him the divorce agreement: “Let's part ways and wish each other well.” He embraces her and says, “Wife, you've stolen my heart; how can I be well?”

I am Racist.…I mean, my name is Racis T.I was a stand-up comedian. The flop kind. The type who only got laughs when someone else was roasting him.One night, I was doing a gig at a shady, run-down bar—the kind where tattooed bikers drink motor oil for breakfast. I went in with my usual dark humor, but my jokes were getting the same reaction as my dating profile: complete silence.That didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was already starving to death. So I did what any committed comedian would—I went darker.Turns out, one of my jokes (or all of them?) triggered a guy so hard that he pulled a trigger. Headshot. Instant death.But hey, look at this: A guy got triggered, so he pulled the trigger. That’s wordplay. But who cares? I’m dead anyway.All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing, and maybe a few girls swooning over my wit. I never cared about money. The millions I’d have made would have gone to charity—specifically, 0.001% of it. See? I’m generous like that.Anyway, death is death. My story should’ve ended there.But… if there is an afterlife, I had a simple wish: become a successful comedian, find a loving wife, and have just enough money to afford three meals a day… and maybe a humble little private yacht. Or a jet. But that’s it. Because, like I said, I don’t care about money.Unfortunately, wishes don’t work that way.Because, well—there was an afterlife.And it was absolutely not what I wished for.