Chapter 27: Twenty-seven Billion "Is he about to fall in love?"...
Looking at the blinding red exclamation mark, Zhang Ziyang froze.
He has been using this app for several years and has dated many people on it. Every time, he would send a message, tell them his body size, and then send them a photo to check it out. If that doesn't work, he would send a video. Then he would naturally get the other party's contact information, chat with them in voice messages for a few days, asking about their well-being, and soon they would end up in bed.
Relying on his good looks and the brand-name clothes and shoes that Xin Jingli bought him, he never failed to make a move after following the whole process.
This time, he changed his profile picture to a photo of himself, introduced himself to [Li Pu De Mei Bian], and sent a private photo, deliberately choosing the angle to make it look very erect.
Logically, no one except her could see it, so why restrict him?
When will the App issue this regulation?
Damn it, the APP pretends to be noble at the critical moment, and doesn’t care how messy he is in private, and only ruins his good deeds!
Pooh.
Zhang Ziyang spat angrily.
A silver-haired couple passed by and shook their heads when they saw Zhang Ziyang's appearance.
"You're so young, but you have no qualities at all."
"If you spit anywhere, you won't achieve anything great."
"Hurry up and leave. Stay away from him. He might be a psychopath!"
Zhang Ziyang heard this and hissed. He was already upset about being blocked, so he just vented his anger on them.
"What the hell does it have to do with you? You two old fools! Get out of here, or you might fall and die!"
Seeing a young man scolding an elderly couple like this, passers-by stopped and pointed at him:
"He looks like a decent person, but he actually cursed two elderly people. Is he not going to live to this age?!"
"Don't judge a book by its cover. We all have two legs and two hands, but our brains are different. Some people have a pile of shit inside!"
"Don't you have grandparents at home? Why don't you have some good manners?"
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Zhang Ziyang was just angry and spoke without thinking. Now that more people were watching, he started to get scared.
Thinking that a wise man would not suffer a loss in front of him, he waved his hand and drove them away, "What are you looking at! Disperse! You have nothing to do after eating, so why are you meddling in other people's business?"
"You have no manners and you're blaming us? Spitting everywhere is one thing, but you're cursing at the old man! I think you're the one who'll die young!"
"That's right! You're affecting the city's appearance! We have the right to supervise!"
"Clean the floor!"
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The crowd's voices grew louder and louder, and Zhang Ziyang felt more and more guilty.
He thought that if someone filmed his face and posted a video online, he would definitely go viral. He would be embarrassed in front of the whole country, which would affect his future pursuit of "Li Pu De Mei Bian". That would not be worth it.
"Get out, get out!" He covered his cheeks, bent down, walked through the crowd, and ran into a taxi.
After getting away from the "scene of the incident", Zhang Ziyang finally had the energy to rethink the private message.
If he couldn't get his hands on her, how could he go to the bar without much money? He had just declared war on those guys, making enemies. He would see them all the time, and there was a real chance he would get into trouble.
How could he survive without anyone's support? Was he supposed to go back and apologize in disgrace?
Impossible! People should have some backbone!
After much deliberation, Zhang Ziyang registered a new account. This time, he randomly chose an avatar and named his ID: [I Just Like Li]
I like [Li Pu De Bian]
He thought that girls should all like these, especially older women, who could not stand sweet talk. As long as he did a good job on the surface and made her happy, it would be no problem to transfer hundreds of thousands of dollars.
I can squander it for several months at a time.
witty.
Zhang Ziyang couldn't help laughing.
He followed [Li Pu De Mei Bian] and opened a private message, this time carefully worded: [Sister Mei Bian, I'm the one who occupied your Weibo ID. I'm your fan. This ID was originally reserved for you. Now that you want to open a Weibo account, I can give it back to you. Let's add contact information first.]
After sending the WeChat ID, Zhang Ziyang looked at the screen contentedly, waiting for the rich woman's reply.
During this period, knowing that many people had sent her private messages, Zhang Ziyang commented on her post:
Everyone, support me! I'm the holder of the Weibo account "Li Pu De Mei Bian" (likely referring to a Weibo user). I just want to give it back to Mei Bian! Please support me! Let Mei Bian see me! Let's make a good handover! Otherwise, someone with ulterior motives will take advantage of the situation and register and snatch it away! Please support me!]
There were so many comments. When he clicked in, there were 500,000 comments. By the time he finished posting this text, the number of comments had become more than 600,000.
As expected, the message fell on deaf ears and no one even liked it.
That won’t work. She must see it.
Zhang Ziyang kept replying to his own comments, more than 1,000 times, and his hands were almost suffering from tenosynovitis. Finally, he started to receive comments and likes.
[Go up, go up! Let Meibianjie see it! This way both IDs are the same, so there's no need to worry about anyone getting scammed!]
【Thumbs up, thumbs up! 】
[You go up!]
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As the comments gradually became more popular, the corners of his mouth gradually stretched to his ears, as if he could see money waving at him.
Ten minutes later, [Li Pu De Mei Bian] showed up online, but Zhang Ziyang's private message still didn't show up, making him scratch his head anxiously.
Not long ago, on the other end of the phone, Xin Jingli received a friend request after sending his WeChat ID to [繁].
She switched pages casually without exiting the APP, so the APP showed that she was online.
At this moment, she was chatting with [繁] and didn't pay any attention to the comments.
[Hello, my name is Tan Jingfan.] The other party spoke first.
The avatar is a chessboard with a chess game on it, which fits her stereotype of [繁]: classical, calm, and with the flavor of a scholarly family.
Xin Jingli didn't want to reveal his wealth, so he didn't plan to tell him his name.
[Just call me "no boundaries."] She replied.
Tan Jingfan: [You've tipped a total of 54.44 million tonight. Together with the portion the platform withheld, I'll return every cent to you. Let's discuss the payment method.]
Not a penny less? He had to pay over 2 million yuan out of his own pocket?
How could she feel good about that? She had given him so much reward because she felt bad that he had been harmed.
Besides, the money returned by the system has been received. If he returns it, won’t her money be gone too?
The system suddenly appeared: [The host is right. The money he returns will belong to the system. At the same time, the money returned to your bank account will also be deducted back to the system!]
Xin Jingli frowned. Wouldn’t that be a waste of the whole night?
No, no.
[No, there's no reason to get the money I spent back.]
Tan Jingfan: [This is indeed too much, not quite appropriate.]
I am doing charity work. If you really want to thank me, please spend this money where it belongs and help those who really need it.
Tan Jingfan: [How can you be sure that I'm not a liar? ]
You look like a good person.
In the study, the sound of sandalwood continued. Looking at the answer from the person opposite, the man's white fingertips stopped above the mobile phone keyboard.
Since he was a child, everyone praised him for his handsome looks.
Including the private messages he received, praising his beautiful hands, praising his tasteful clothes, praising his excellent calligraphy, praising his superb chess skills, etc., everything is included.
No one said, "You look like a good person."
It seemed like she always believed him inexplicably.
What if I’m not? Tan Jingfan asked.
The other party immediately replied: [You must be. ]
Determined to be chosen, determined to be believed, Tan Jingfan clenched his fists and suddenly became interested in her.
[Since you trust me so much, I will treat you to a meal to thank you for your donation.]
After this message was sent, Tan Jingfan's eyes flashed with disbelief.
Unexpectedly, one day he would actually ask a girl out in such a roundabout way.
He has had everything he wanted since he was a child. Everyone who has met him, whether male or female, is eager to meet him. This is the first time he wants to date someone.
What was even more unexpected was that the other party refused.
【No thanks, I just did a good thing. 】
It was just a casual remark, but Tan Jingfan felt a sense of melancholy in his heart, as if his wish had not been fulfilled and his confession of love had been rejected, which was not a good feeling.
He frowned and wanted to reply to thank her for helping him clear his name, but he received a message from her ending the chat.
[I'm going to get busy now. Keep up the good work on your livestream. I'll still come to see you occasionally. Tips are common, so don't take it to heart.]
Tan Jingfan took a breath.
She actually refused to chat with him and set him up, continuing to watch him in the live studio and spending money on him without asking for anything in return.
Tan Jingfan turned off his cell phone, looked at the sandalwood that was emitting white mist, took a deep breath, and tried to calm his mind and suppress his disordered breathing.
It was so strange, he seemed to have met someone he was interested in, and he wanted to know her background, her identity information, relationship status, and marital status.
The only thing that doesn't matter is her age. Her open-minded attitude and the relaxed and appropriate way of dealing with things are very attractive.
He breathed a sigh of relief and placed his hand on his chest, his beating heart hitting his palm powerfully.
The other side.
When she was chatting with Tan Jingfan, the APP popped up a notification saying that someone could return her original ID.
In a hurry to resolve the ID issue, Xin Jingli casually ended the chat and switched to the live broadcast APP.
Not long after, a system prompt popped up in Xin Jingli's mind: [A change in Tan Jingfan's favorability towards the host has been detected. Currently, Tan Jingfan's favorability towards the host is 83]
[The portion exceeding 60 can be converted into enhancement points, and the number of points that can be converted is 23. The previous conversion points were 18, and the current conversion points are 16. The host currently has 16 enhancement points available.]
Xin Jingli:?
Huh? I thought Tan Jingfan's favorability was difficult to improve, but before they even met, it's already at 83. 85 and above is love. Is he almost falling in love with her?
No, men, they fall in love without even knowing what the other person looks like...
It’s great to have money.
Xin Jingli shook his head, sighed, and continued to browse his phone.
After looking around and knowing the whole story of the ID, she clicked on the private message page of [I Just Like Li] and hissed inexplicably.
The wording and expressions were proper, but why did she feel that they were a bit greasy?
This ID looked strange. She had only played a few carnivals and had no connection with him. She wouldn't rush to say she liked him, right? This kind of love was really cheap.
[Thank you. If you don't have enough contact information, I won't add it. You can modify it now and I will just replace it.]
Seeing the reply from [李普得美边], Zhang Ziyang frowned so hard that he could kill a mosquito.
Without adding contact information, how could he ask her out later?
[Hey sister, please add one more, just in case. There are so many people with bad intentions these days. There aren't many good people like me who are 23 years old, 187cm tall, have eight-pack abs, and love fitness.]
He hinted wildly.
The other party replied coldly: [Don't be afraid, just change it.]
Huh? Didn't she see the ID he reported? Isn't that exciting? 187cm! Eight-pack abs! Campus hunk! How many people had seen this term before and immediately responded frantically, wishing they could roll into bed the next second? And she was completely indifferent?
Old man, you have a big appetite, be careful not to hurt yourself!
Zhang Ziyang was furious. After all, if a man was so rich, he must be quite old, probably over fifty.
His face was gloomy, and he replied with his hand: [Oh, sister, please don't be like this. There are a lot of bad people out there. I've met many of them. It's better to be careful.]
I just sent it, and under the status post, in the message he commented on, [李普得迷边] replied to him.
[Just go ahead and change it now. I'll go ahead too. Everyone's watching, so no one dares to grab it.]
Comments followed: [Sure! I'll help watch it!]
[I'll help too! I'll scold anyone who steals!]
[Okay! Let's all behave ourselves and stand guard for Sister Meibian!]
[Oh yeah! Meibianjie is opening a Weibo account! Who dares to be the first to send her a private message?]
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Zhang Ziyang's heart tightened. It was over. The plan was ruined.
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