Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies

Chapter 139: Wang Siming's Hundreds of Thousands of Girlfriends

The gunshot made Xu Hao's pupils shrink in fear, and his body went limp. Zhang Yi’s shot had intentionally missed his head, passing by his ear instead. The near miss scared Xu Hao to death. He sat on the ground, gasping for air.

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

Zhang Yi narrowed his eyes and slowly squatted down, staring directly into Xu Hao’s eyes. "Give me a reason to believe you're not conspiring with Wang Siming to trap me. Then, you might have a chance to live."

Xu Hao took several deep breaths, trying to calm himself. "Because following you offers a better chance of survival than opposing you."

"I've seen what you're capable of. I'm not stupid enough to be your enemy. Wang Siming, living comfortably in his shelter, is easier to deal with compared to you."

Xu Hao clenched his teeth and continued, "Besides, I’d rather see that mother fucker Wang Siming dead than you."

A glimmer of interest flashed in Zhang Yi’s eyes. "Oh? Weren't you two friends?"

"Friends? Ha!" Xu Hao’s laugh was filled with resentment and bitterness. "To him, I'm probably no better than a dog."

Xu Hao went on to explain their relationship. "My family is wealthy and influential in Tianhai City. My father’s company is worth billions. By all rights, I should be one of the top young elites in the city, right?"

"But when Wang Siming returned from abroad, everything changed. His family’s wealth and power far surpassed ours. In the eyes of others, I might be a rich and influential young master. But to Wang Siming, I’m nothing."

Zhang Yi nodded slightly, finding the story interesting. "I remember Wang Siming saying something once: 'I don’t care if my friends are rich or not; they’ll never be richer than me.'"

Xu Hao nodded. "Exactly."

Zhang Yi didn’t fully understand. "So, you hate him just because he's richer than you?"

"No, you don’t understand our circle," Xu Hao said, shaking his head. "My family is in the construction business, and the Wang family is our biggest client. We practically depend on them to survive."

"So, when Wang Siming returned, I had to bend over backwards to please him."

Xu Hao’s eyes filled with humiliation and his fists clenched tightly.

"As a privileged young master for over twenty years, having to stoop so low to please someone else was humiliating. Worse, if he fancied my woman, I had to send her to his bed personally."

Xu Hao’s face turned red with anger. "That was my woman! Mine! But I had to send her to him several times."

"Because of this, I became a laughingstock among the young elites in Jiangnan."

Zhang Yi raised an eyebrow, feeling somewhat sympathetic. A prominent young master, forced to offer his girlfriend to another man to curry favor, was indeed degrading.

Curious about women, Zhang Yi asked, "I’ve heard Wang Siming has a fondness for beautiful women. Some say he’s had hundreds of thousands of girlfriends. Is that true?"

Zhang Yi had always been skeptical of such claims. Even if one lived to be a hundred, that would only be 36,500 days. It seemed impossible to have that many girlfriends.

Xu Hao laughed. "Brother Zhang, no offense, but the lives of the truly wealthy are beyond your imagination."

"You might think the lives of the rich in web novels are exaggerated, but the reality is even more outrageous."

Zhang Yi’s interest was piqued. "Oh? How so?"

Xu Hao explained, "Wang Siming’s women aren’t just in the thousands; they number in the hundreds of thousands!"

Zhang Yi was momentarily stunned before bursting into laughter. "Are you kidding me? Even emperors like Sima Yan, with his thousands of concubines, couldn’t manage that many women."

Xu Hao, feeling Zhang Yi’s disbelief, said, "Brother Zhang, it's true! The rich have their unique ways."

"Explain," Zhang Yi said, now genuinely curious.

Xu Hao detailed, "Wang Siming has people all over the country scouting for women. These women range from top actresses and online influencers to local socialites and ordinary girls."

"He has dozens of phones, each representing different provinces. Each phone contains numerous WeChat groups filled with local beauties."

"Whenever he travels, he can summon hundreds of women from these groups. Even when he’s not traveling, he can still have his pick of women from all over the country with a single message."

Xu Hao paused, then added, "Have you seen those videos online of girls writing messages on their bodies? Things like congratulating EDG for winning or Messi for his victories?"

"Those videos come from women in Wang Siming’s groups. He just needs to give an order, and they’ll perform various acts. Writing on their bodies is the least of it."

Zhang Yi listened in amazement. He never imagined the lives of the super-rich could be so extravagant. "So, he keeps these women as a kind of reserve, using them whenever he pleases?"

"Exactly," Xu Hao confirmed. "With his wealth, he can afford to indulge in such extravagances."

Xu Hao added humorously, "In a way, it’s a form of wealth redistribution, isn’t it?"

Zhang Yi shook his head in disbelief. "No wonder there are so many single women in big cities."

Now convinced of Xu Hao's sincerity, Zhang Yi decided to give him a chance.

"Alright, Xu Hao. I’ll consider your offer. But remember, betray me, and you’ll wish you were dead."

Xu Hao nodded vigorously, relieved. "Thank you, Brother Zhang. I won’t let you down."