Money That Can't Be Spent

Even if he looked around for more buyers, he might never be able to find a higher bid than this, so after thinking about it, Zhang Cheng decided to let it be.

On the one hand, this price was barely passable.

In addition, this ginseng had only taken 15 days to grow. This price was not bad. It was enough for Zhang Cheng to change his living conditions.

If he sold all of it, Zhang Cheng's monthly income would reach an astonishing 20 million.

Of course, if he really did that, there would be problems with the sales.

After all, there were not many people who would spend 45,000 yuan on a carrot-sized ginseng.

However, even if he sold one of this a month, it would still be 45,000 yuan. Compared to Zhang Cheng's monthly salary of 5,000 yuan, which was less than 6,000 yuan, it was almost ten times higher.

Humming a little tune, Zhang Cheng returned to his residence.

At the same time, he brought back two pig ears, half a kilo of braised pork head, two chicken feet, and a beer.

Just as he was going upstairs, he bumped into the landlord, Uncle Zhang.

"Uncle Zhang, do you want to join me for a drink?" Zhang Cheng invited him.

The landlord and Zhang Cheng had the same surname. About 500 years ago, they might have been in the same family.

Because of this relationship and some interactions in the rented house, Zhang Cheng had a pretty good relationship with the landlord, Uncle Zhang.

Uncle Zhang smiled when he heard this. "Let's do it tonight. I still have to look after the shop later."

Uncle Zhang had a daughter. She and her husband used uncle Zhang's shop to open a bakery. The old couple would go over to help from time to time.

Zhang Cheng did not try to persuade him further. He chuckled and said, "Sure."

When he returned home, Zhang Cheng drank wine, ate meat, and watched the live broadcast. He was very happy.

However, after a few swipes, Zhang Cheng could not help but be stunned.

S Entertainment, Nan Nan.

Even though she had undergone a lot of beautification and had even put on makeup, after two years of being together, how could Zhang Cheng not recognize his ex-girlfriend?

Why was Nan Nan on the live broadcast? Moreover, she was dancing so... flirtatiously?

Zhang Cheng could only use such an adjective to forgive himself for being uncultured.

All of a sudden, Zhang Cheng was no longer drinking.

The reason why they broke up at that time was not that they had an affair, but that both sides had simply lost interest. However, for two years, they slept in the same room and ate at the same table. How was it possible for them to have no lingering feelings at all?

They shared plenty of memories.

"My dear viewers, can you help support me with some donations?" Nan Nan bent down and covered her chest with her hands as she spoke into the microphone as she danced to the music.

When he heard the voice, Zhang Cheng was even more certain that this was his ex-girlfriend.

When he saw the few people on the gift list, the number one donator was only at 19,000 bits, which was 19 yuan. His ex-girlfriend's income was not looking good.

Zhang Cheng sighed and opened the recharge screen.

There was actually a first-time purchaser's discount.

"Thank you Brother Cheng, Sword Emperor ~ ~ ~ ~"

Zhang Cheng was only halfway done when Nan Nan's excited voice sounded in the live broadcast room.

Sword Emperor was actually the lowest noble title in the live broadcast platform.

For every donation, 10% of that would be used as experience for them to level up their ranks. It could be said that they were fairly rich.

The Sword Emperor was the upgraded rank of the Swordman.

Then, an angel wearing small wings slowly flew over from the live broadcast room.

"Wow ~ ~, thank you, Brother Cheng, for the Angel ~ ~ ~" Nan Nan was excited again.

The Angel was a gift worth 1,000 yuan.

On top of that was a Miracle worth 5,000 yuan.

The cheaper ones were a 300-yuan Cash Gun, a 99-yuan Hotpot, a 66-yuan Guard Token, a 6.6-yuan Trophy, a 1-yuan Star, and a 0.1-yuan Glow Stick.

As for the 11,000 Dancing Dragons, it was an exclusive gift for the emperor. Poor people like Zhang Cheng would not even see it on the gift selection screen.

An Angel was already the most valuable gift that Nan Nan had received since she started broadcasting.

"Big Brother, do you want to watch me dance? I have been practicing a lot," Nan Nan said. She clearly understood how to create the atmosphere and how to win over her big sponsor.

Zhang Cheng sighed lightly and restrained his past feelings. He exited the live broadcast room and continued browsing.

Seeing that Brother Cheng's name had disappeared without a trace in the VIP seats, Nan Nan's expression could not help but freeze.

Cheng?

Was It Zhang Cheng?

After browsing for a long time with a gloomy expression, Zhang Cheng threw his phone away and rubbed his face.

Logically speaking, if he could not bear watching her go through, he should just reconcile with her.

However, Zhang Cheng did not intend to do so. On one hand, the dimension was finally starting to play its role. He was about to make a fortune. Moreover, he could foresee that he would rise higher and higher. He could start having fun. Why would he want his ex-girlfriend back?

Furthermore, Nan Nan actually became a streamer, which did not sit well with him.

It was a live broadcast.

If she was streaming a game or something, it would be fine. But she was using her body.

Of course, Zhang Cheng did not deny that he was scum.

He sighed and picked up his phone.

He had received a notification. Zhang Cheng directly deleted the message from his ex-girlfriend.

Then, he threw his phone aside and lay down on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling.

A few minutes later, Zhang Cheng felt that he could not continue to be depressed, so he took a coat and walked out of the house.

It was October, and it was already getting a little cold.

He took the subway to the city center.

Looking at the rows of high-rise buildings in front of him, Zhang Cheng's eyes gradually lit up.

Setting a small goal, he spent all of the 45,000 yuan that he had just earned from selling ginseng.

He walked into clothing retail by the roadside, bought a few autumn clothes and a pair of shoes. In total, it was less than 700 yuan. As a domestic product, the clothes, shoes, underwear, socks were cheap yet decent. It was a worthwhile purchase.

However, there were flaws in the design, and it didn't feel like it was particularly luxurious.

However, it was still very comfortable to wear.

As a factory worker, Zhang Cheng never had much wants. As long as it was comfortable, he would be satisfied.

After buying clothes and shoes, Zhang Cheng walked out of the store and was at a loss.

How else was he going to spend money?

If it was transportation, the subway basically satisfied the daily needs. If the need ever arose, he could hail a cab or rent a car.

There was absolutely no point in obtaining a car of his own, other than for being pretentious. Moreover, it was only 40,000 yuan. He couldn't afford any luxury cars. He could afford a rim of those models, nothing more.

As for watches, Zhang Cheng didn't have the habit of wearing those things since he was young. And yet again, it was only 40,000 yuan. How could he afford a luxury watch?

All of a sudden, Zhang Cheng was at a loss of what to do with his money.

Simply put, he was used to being poor. He didn't know how to and couldn't bear to spend money. Even when he decided to spend all the money on ginseng when he came out, he had still scratched his head for a moment.

In the end, Zhang Cheng gritted his teeth and stomped his feet.

He went to eat seafood.

He found a rather famous restaurant and ordered a two-kilo lobster.

However, after Zhang Cheng, took a bite, he did not find it as satisfying as regular crayfish.

Of course, the texture was quite fresh.

But in the end, it seemed overrated.

This price was enough for Zhang Cheng to eat more than 20 packs of sesame seed.

But in the future, if he had a girl or something, he could come here for a meal.