Chapter 29
Chen Jiahao hesitated for a moment and said, "I took a look, my account is only level 51."
The Emperor was even more straightforward, saying, "So what? You sent that many gifts on the very first day you registered your account, and everyone in our group knows it. It's only a matter of time before you hit the max level."
"Be a man, just give me a yes or no!!"
Chen Jiahao readily agreed and was immediately pulled into a chat group with over a hundred members.
The Emperor introduced him, "Brothers, the vetting is over. Let's give a warm welcome to our new brother, Poor Ghost Ahao."
Instantly, the group erupted. It was hilarious to see the cartoon avatars all sending fun and absurd stickers.
"Brother Hao is here! Brother Hao is mighty! Brother Hao, please be my sugar daddy!"
"Brother Hao is here! A tender, fresh newbie here looking for some love..."
"Welcome, Hao. Ignore all those guys, they're all idiots."
"Hao! Newbie has to send a red envelope!!"
"Hello everyone, I'm Ahao. If I'm lacking in any etiquette, please bear with me."
Seeing everyone's enthusiasm, Chen Jiahao, who had always been oppressed by life, felt his own inner, chuuni, and cheerful side being stirred up.
"Damn, you're being too serious. How old are you?"
"Yeah, don't be so stuffy. I don't want to see someone who reminds me of my dad in this group."
The moment this guy finished his message, the Emperor directly sent him a transfer for a staggering amount of 3 yuan.
At first, Chen Jiahao thought he had misread it. This was a max-level big shots' group, right? Three yuan, are you kidding me?
The next second, the guy instantly accepted it and then followed up with a sentence that was absolutely shocking:
"Thank you, Emperor brother, for the generous large Coke. Emperor brother, lie down, let me lick it..."
"Emperor brother, turn around... lick... peck..."
"Emperor brother, shoot it in my mouth..."
Fuck, are rich people really this casual? As a top-tier poor ghost, Chen Jiahao never imagined the atmosphere could be so retarded.
While Chen Jiahao was stunned, the Emperor said in the group:
"Ahao, people from Guangcheng make up more than half of this group, but there are plenty of brothers from all over the country too."
"Our group doesn't have many rules. First, no advertising, unless it's for your own business."
"Second, business deals are fine, but no borrowing money... If you lend money and get ghosted, you can only blame yourself."
"Third, chatting is completely fine, but no attacking family members and no cursing!!"
These three rules were practically a model of morality. As someone from the bottom of society, Chen Jiahao even felt a hint of warmth.
"Wait, we've been talking for so long, why isn't the new guy, Brother Hao, sending a red envelope?"
"That's not right. Aren't we a max-level big shots' group? I checked, and Brother Hao's account is only level 51."
"Tch, some idiot must have changed the group name. It takes 20 million in spare cash to hit max level, okay? Who has that much spare cash lying around?"
"It used to be level 50, but the bar was raised because it was getting too chaotic. Level 55 is more than enough."
"But even level 55, Hao isn't there yet!!"
"You talk too much shit. Hao will be at level 51 in a bit, and hitting max level will be a piece of cake."
This wasn't really excessive flattery, considering the group name. In reality, only about ten people were actually max level. A few of those were even alternate accounts of guild and company bosses. Among the real players, only two or three, like the Emperor, were max level, which was why he had so much authority.
Ding. An information notification popped up.
The group name was instantly changed by the Emperor from "Max-Level Big Shots Group" to "Low-IQ Moron Gathering Center."
Truly, men don't have their own branch of psychology; it's classified under child psychology. This group name was childish enough.
"Fuck, I love this group name. I'm a doctor, I'll be in charge of curing you all."
"Fuck your grandma's leg. I'm down on my luck with no money right now, but if I had it, I'd definitely send you to the best psychiatric hospital."
"Is that to show your filial piety??"
"Screw you, trying to take advantage of me. When you die, I'll scatter your ashes in the men's room."
"Not cool, brother. Old Xu's wish is to have his ashes scattered in the women's room..."
"I can grant that too. His wish was to be scattered in a university women's room, right? The senior university we have here actually has a very nice environment."
"See, nightclub owners are just immoral. They claim it's all university students, but you feel the stretch marks and ask which school they're from, and they tell you it's a driving school."
"I think we should just send Old Xu to the hospital. Ugliness is a disease, why else do you think they call them plastic surgery hospitals?"
The group was incredibly lively. The banter was even more over-the-top and chuuni than a university group chat. It was hard to imagine this was a bunch of rich people.
"Hold on, let's get back on topic."
"Screw your topic, are you taking the college entrance exam or something?"
"Yeah, 'topic'? What is this, Marxist-Leninist thought, or IELTS and TOEFL?"
A red envelope appeared in the group and was instantly snatched up. The speed was as if they were sitting on top of a cell tower.
Chen Jiahao clicked on it and saw that it was only 10 yuan for five people. This was... an appallingly small amount.
"Long live the Ancestor! Ancestor, lie down and let me give you a proper licking."
"Yeah, Ancestor, even if you pass away, I'd be willing to commit necrophilia."
Only then did Chen Jiahao see that the speaker's nickname was actually "Taishang Huang" (Grand Emperor). This was clearly a jab at the Emperor, probably someone he knew in real life.
Taishang Huang: "Get lost. Let's talk business. The new group rule has been set: you must be at least level 55 to join. Look at this brat Emperor, isn't he breaking the rules?"
"Great Ancestor, I've had it in for this brat Emperor for a long time. I suggest we skin him alive and execute him."
"Great Ancestor, execution is too cruel. Your humble servant suggests we just pull down his pants and flick his little dick for an hour."
"Royal Father, I wish to impeach the Emperor! I want to take his place. After I ascend, I won't harm him. I'll allow him to be my personal eunuch."
After cursing a few times, the Emperor spoke up, "Ahao's power will get him past 55 in a few days. Why are you all nitpicking? How long has it been since we had a new member?"
"Damn it, Ahao, you changed this stupid name again, looking to die, are you?"
Immediately, the Emperor sent out another red envelope. Chen Jiahao failed to snatch it again, but when he ckicked to check the amount, he was still speechless. It was still just 10 yuan.
The one with the best luck was Taishang Huang, who immediately changed his name to "Crown Prince."
"Royal Father, thank you for the immense sum of 3.39 yuan. Your son will eat beef noodles tomorrow morning and will definitely add an extra egg."
"Royal Father, if you don't mind incest, your humble servant will go wash my ass right now."
The Emperor spat out, "Your asshole is a rotten mess, I'm not interested at all."
The world of the rich was actually so childish and so interesting. Chen Jiahao couldn't help but burst out laughing.