I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping

Chapter 2455: Mutual Benefit

Ever since that night after returning from the Fang Family, Zhang Zhongquan seemed possessed, as if he had become a different person. Suddenly, he disappeared from the Greenfield Phase II owners’ rights protection group, and never again spoke at length in it. No matter how the other owners @ him, he would not respond. In fact, if it weren’t to preserve his last bit of dignity, he would have exited the group completely.

Days stretched like years.

Truly, days stretched like years.

Previously, receiving a call from unfamiliar numbers would light up his face with delight, because eight out of ten were owners calling "upon his reputation." But now he had set up a do-not-disturb mode, downloaded an anti-fraud app, rejected all unfamiliar calls, and adopted a low-key lifestyle, transforming into a middle-aged homebody man. He avoided going out unless absolutely necessary. After all, he hadn’t held a proper job for two years; he relied on his skills as a handyman to do odd jobs for extra cash. Coupled with his wife’s beauty salon job, they made a few thousand yuan a month, living a barely passable life. But a man without a stable income found it hard to hold his head high, and, compounded by the house issue, he held even less standing at home.

Previously, to avoid feeling humiliated, he would leave early and return late, preferring to wander on the streets rather than stay at home. With a bit of spare cash, he’d go sit in the mahjong hall. But in the last few days, his behavior took a turn. No matter how coldly his wife spoke to him, he turned a deaf ear and blind eye, as if suddenly he had opened up the governor and conception vessels and reached a profound state where he was no longer moved by things nor saddened by himself.

Fortunately.

Weekdays always occupy the majority of one’s life.

Today was Tuesday.

Those at work went to work and those in school went to school. He nestled on the sofa, reveling in this rare peace, and the seductive women in the mobile live streams further spiced up his mood.

It was the worst of times, it was the best of times,

As soon as he turned on his phone, all kinds of schoolgirls, housewives, and older women were available for his enjoyment, all without costing a penny.

Big chests and swaying hips, moving provocatively along boundaries, skirts getting shorter and more diverse stockings in wild combinations. They made a show of covering their chests pretending to fear violations, truly acting like whores flaunting a moral stance.

Of course.

Watching is one thing.

Unlike those fools, Zhang Zhongquan always adhered to one rule: never waste a penny on this.

Contributing to viewer numbers is already a great kindness. Asking him to send gifts?

What a joke.

Without beauty filters, who knows whether those hopping around in the live room are human or ghost. Spending money here? Better to go out to a wellness center for a massage or foot wash. The service there far surpasses shouting "thank you, boss" into the screen.

Since when did it become so easy to be a whore?

Selfish people have one virtue.

They’re rarely taken advantage of.

In Zhang Zhongquan’s view, those who spend money on these female streamers have a direct connection from their urethra to their brains.

So he watched for free, with a clear conscience. When bored, he switched to the next, no matter how warmly the female streamer called him brother; he never followed, holding strongly to his principles.

"Ugly scandal."

Look at this.

With a flick of his finger, he swiftly passed over a heavily made-up streamer with a horseface, and the screen quickly replaced with a Lolita-like young girl, probably just at the adult age required for streaming.

He adjusted into a more comfortable position, lying on the sofa, watching his phone, unconsciously muttering, "These little girls these days surely know how to seduce."

The Lolita in the stream was young, yet had a keen sense for men’s fantasies or rather knew how to leverage her own advantages, sporting twin ponytails and rabbit ears, dressed adorably kawaii. Her stream involved lying on a bed interacting with viewers, occasionally shaking her uplifted feet to reveal the soles wrapped in long white socks to spectators.

Sulfurous, sour, obscene.

Tch.

By age, if she had children early, this little girl could’ve been his daughter. Perhaps it was this stark age contrast that led Zhang Zhongquan to feel unusually stirred.

You know, once men pass thirty, their bodies uncontrollably start to decline. Why did his wife’s attitude towards him turn more hostile?

Aside from idleness, more is because he not only can’t provide materially under the sheets, but also fails to meet physiological needs in bed.

With a man like this, which woman can endure?

"Darn it, don’t study hard, go online and act provocative!"

Though he was watching intently, Zhang Zhongquan unexpectedly cursed, then immediately opened the complaint page and decisively reported, choosing lewd and vulgar as the reason.

More tormenting than "it’s hard to be a man" is having aroused virility with nowhere to vent it.

Yet an individual’s power is limited.

After the complaint, the stream remained, and Lolita’s little feet now seemed to bounce even more energetically.

"Do your parents know about this..."

"Knock, knock, knock—"

The sudden knocking interrupted Zhang Zhongquan who was about to type a message interacting, furrowing his brows instinctively. Suddenly, realizing something, his expression changed, a certain heated impulse quickly dissipating, leaving him entirely uninterested.

He sat up straight, looked at the door as his pupils involuntarily quivered.

"Knock, knock, knock..."

The continued knocking undoubtedly disrupted the peaceful morning.

Zhang Zhongquan grabbed his phone, promptly closing the stream. Clearly, it was impossible for sound to reach outside, yet he instinctively held his breath, trying not to make any noise, feigning that no one was home.

The person outside seemed fooled by him.

The knocking stopped.

"Ring ring ring—"

Zhang Zhongquan hadn’t yet relaxed when his clenched phone suddenly blared with a piercing incoming call ringtone.