[Ding! Elevation of host's mind detected. Providing two choices.
Ding! Does host wish to create a harem or pursue true love with a woman you can never betray? Further system functions will unlock accordingly.]
"Hmmmmm! A difficult choice..."
(Ye Fan thinks for a moment, tapping his chin.)
"Anyway, true love doesn't exist in front of money. Nowadays, most girls choose wealth over love. Those women can betray anytime. So... I choose to create a harem."
[Ding! System functions unlocked.
Ding! Host can now detect women with beauty scores of 90 or above.
If host makes them fall in love, points will be awarded.
The higher the beauty, the greater the reward.]
"In front of money, any woman can be obtained."
"System, open my panel."
[Ding! Opening panel—
Name: Ye Fan
Age: 21
Height: 183 cm
Looks: Slightly lower than handsome
Readers: —
Income: 150 million yuan per second
System Points: 7,080 (98 per minute)
Money Stored: 540,256,540,801 yuan
Number of Women: 0]
"Not bad at all. 540 billion yuan..."
"Let's first buy a company, then go after some beauties. Who knows, maybe one of them is even a CEO."
(Ye Fan opens his phone, casually browsing company profiles. He settles on one worth 400 billion.)
"Hmm... let's buy this for 500 billion. The CEO's a pure and young woman too. Perfect."
Suddenly, a familiar voice calls out from behind.
"Oi, Ye Fan! What are you doing here?!"
Ye Fan turns and sees his chubby old friend.
"Oh hey, Fatty. Long time no see."
"We were literally playing together just this morning... What's with the new clothes? They look good. Did you buy these because of Lui Ruyan?"
"Nah," Ye Fan waves his hand. "She doesn't deserve that kind of attention. To be honest, I'm a rich guy just looking for true love... but I'm starting to believe it doesn't exist anymore."
"Don't joke around. You rented that outfit, right? Just to make Lui Ruyan regret?"
"Lui Ruyan's already in prison," Ye Fan replies casually.
"Huh?!" Fatty blinks, stunned.
"She broke the law to suppress me. I had her sent to jail."
"What about the fatty? Didn't he do anything?"
"Nope. You didn't do anything at all," Ye Fan smirks.
"Oh— you mean that rich fatty." Fatty scratches his head, embarrassed. "Right..."
"I told you, I'm rich. If you don't believe me, look at this."
(Ye Fan opens his phone to reveal his bank balance.)
Fatty leans in. "This your 128 GB of 'study material' or what?"
Ye Fan coughs. "Ahem—my bad. Wrong folder."
(Opens the correct app and shows the balance.)
"Daaaaamn, how many zeroes is that?" Fatty starts counting on his fingers.
"Wait... 12 digits... that's over 100 billion!" He checks again.
"500 billion?!"
(Fatty collapses to the floor.)
Ye Fan splashes water on his face. "Oi, wake up!"
Fatty jumps up, grabs Ye Fan's leg. "Bro! Do you need a dumpster like the ones in your study material? I'll be one. Take me in!"
Ye Fan jumps back, horrified. "Get lost! Stay away from me!"
(Ye Fan bolts out of there.)
Fatty laughs, spinning in place. "My bro's rich! He'll take us flying someday!"
(Says while dancing)
A kind passerby walks over. "Sir, should I call an ambulance?"
Fatty wipes his nose dramatically. "Nah, I'm good!"
(He sprints off, grinning ear to ear.)