Ice Apocalypse (Season 1)

Chapter 139: The Young Master's Countless Girlfriends

After the gunshots, Xu Hao's pupils contracted, and his body suddenly went limp. Zhang Yi's shot didn't hit him in the head but whizzed past his ear. This shot shattered Xu Hao's courage. He sat on the ground, gasping heavily.

"Zhang Big Brother, don't kill me! Everything I said is true!" Xu Hao pleaded.

Zhang Yi narrowed his eyes, slowly crouched down, and stared into Xu Hao's eyes. "Give me a satisfactory explanation. Convince me that you're not colluding with Wang Siming to set me up. Then, you might have a chance to live."

Taking deep breaths, Xu Hao tried to calm his emotions. "Compared to opposing you, following you gives me a chance to survive, right?"

"I've witnessed your methods, and I'm not stupid enough to go against you. Besides, Wang Siming, who has been living in the sheltered environment, is much easier to deal with."

He gritted his teeth and continued, "Moreover, compared to you, I would rather see that damn Wang Siming dead!"

A glint flashed in Zhang Yi's eyes. "Oh, aren't you friends?"

"Friends? Haha!" Xu Hao's smile carried resentment and bitterness. "We're not friends at all! In his eyes, I'm probably no different from a dog!"

Xu Hao explained the relationship between the two. "The Xu family is considered wealthy and influential in Tianhai City. My dad's publicly listed company is valued at tens of billions. In theory, I'm a notable young master in Tianhai City, right?"

"But when Wang Siming returned from abroad, the entire landscape of the rich second generation in Tianhai City changed. The Wang family far surpasses ours in both wealth and background. In front of others, I'm the affluent Xu, but in his eyes, I'm nothing."

Zhang Yi smirked, amused, and said, "I remember Wang Siming saying something. 'I don't care if my friends are rich or not, they just can't be richer than me.'"

Xu Hao nodded. "Exactly, that's the point."

Zhang Yi seemed puzzled. "So, you hate him because he's richer than you?"

"No, you don't understand our circle at all."

Xu Hao shook his head and began to explain to Zhang Yi. "The Xu family is in the building materials business, and the Wang family is our major patron. In other words, our entire family's livelihood depends on the Wang family's approval."

"So when Wang Siming returned, I had to do everything to flatter and please him. I've seen his methods, and I'm not foolish enough to be his enemy. Compared to him, Wang Siming, who has lived in a sheltered environment, is much easier to deal with."

Xu Hao's eyes were filled with a sense of humiliation, and his fists clenched. A privileged rich young master for over twenty years, forced to bow and scrape just to please someone—such a situation undoubtedly brought a sense of shame.

"Even when he took a liking to my girlfriend, I couldn't utter a word of complaint. I had to personally send her to his bed!" Xu Hao's face turned excited and flushed. "She's my woman! Yet, with just a word from him, I had to send her to him to play!"

"Not just once, but several times, several times!" he exclaimed. "Do you know that because of this, I've become the laughingstock of the entire second-generation circle in Jiangnan?"

Zhang Yi raised an eyebrow, slightly moved by the revelation. A somewhat famous rich second generation in Jiangnan, repeatedly offering his girlfriend to another for the sake of pleasing him—it was a tale that stirred emotions.

Speaking of women, Zhang Yi was curious and asked, "I've heard that Wang Siming's biggest hobby is beautiful women. Some even say he has had tens of thousands of girlfriends. Is that true?"

When Zhang Yi first heard this rumor, he was skeptical. Even if someone lived to be a hundred, they wouldn't have enough days for that many girlfriends.

But Xu Hao laughed. "Zhang Big Brother, don't blame me for speaking bluntly. The life that rich people live in their circle is beyond the imagination of ordinary people, even beyond what those wealthy lifestyles described in online novels can convey."

Zhang Yi's gaze became more serious. He had a bit of a gossiping nature. "Oh? How so?"

Xu Hao chuckled. "Wang Siming doesn't have just tens of thousands of women; he has over a hundred thousand!"

Zhang Yi was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, scolding, "Are you kidding me? There's a limit to bragging. Don't think that just because I'm not a rich second generation like you, I'm ignorant."

"A hundred thousand? Why not say over a billion?"

Zhang Yi thought Xu Hao was playing a joke. Even the famously debauched Emperor Sima Yan in history had only tens of thousands in his harem. With over a hundred thousand women, Wang Siming would have to play poker with hundreds of people every day to meet them all. It would be a miracle if he could survive that.

"Zhang Big Brother, what I said is true! As I mentioned, the world of wealthy people is beyond your imagination."

Xu Hao smiled with a hint of helplessness. Zhang Yi curiously asked, "Is that so? Then tell me in detail. How does he manage with over a hundred thousand people?"

Xu Hao became serious and explained, "It's simple. Wang Siming has people around him specifically tasked with scouting women nationwide. These women come from various backgrounds, from famous actresses in the entertainment industry to online streamers, and even to the daughters of influential families in Tianhai City and the girls from Shengjing Baiziwan."

"He's not picky, as long as they are beautiful girls, he collects them all."

"As far as I know, he has dozens of phones, each marked with a code representing different provinces. Inside each phone, there are dozens of WeChat groups."

"Throughout the country, he establishes a group in every location, and each group contains local beauties. This includes both domestic and foreign beauties."

Zhang Yi's expression showed some surprise. Could things really go to this extent?

"So many girls, how does he manage to keep up with them?" Zhang Yi couldn't quite understand. Did he have the ability to clone himself, or had he practiced some unlimited dimensional technique?

"It's actually simple. Whenever he goes to a certain place to have fun, he notifies people nearby. In an instant, hundreds of people are summoned to accompany him," Xu Hao explained.

"Even if he doesn't go in person, as long as he wants to have fun, it's just a matter of sending a message for people from all over the country to converge."

"Oh, have you ever seen those videos of girls writing on their bodies on the internet? Like, 'Congratulations to EDG for winning, congratulations to Messi for winning!'"

"Where do these videos come from? For example, if Wang Siming gives an order in the group, they will immediately perform various acts. It's not just writing on their bodies; there are even more explicit performances!"

"Usually, he throws red envelopes into the group, each containing tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands. The girls who grab the biggest red envelopes then come forward to make videos."

Zhang Yi listened with a sense of amazement. He hadn't expected that the wealthy could play like this.

"I understand now. In simple terms, he collects so many girls as a backup troupe. Whether he needs them or not, it's hard to say. But it's like keeping pets; when needed, they are readily available, right?" Zhang Yi said.

Xu Hao nodded. "That's the idea. After all, his money won't run out for ten lifetimes; he has to find a way to spend it."

He added humorously, "This can also be considered a form of social wealth redistribution, right?"

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Yi shook his head slightly. "I finally understand why there are so many leftover women in big cities."