Chapter 23: Rich Kids Group

"The Ultimate Rich Kid Group. Mostly local young people from Videl, but also some like-minded folks from elsewhere, from all over, really."

"The entry requirement is at least Level 55 on TikTok, and we don’t take anyone too old!"

"The group is mostly middle-schooler-ish and childish, but everyone’s pretty decent."

"Honestly, we’re also against those agencies and guilds faking gifts, so everyone in the group uses personal accounts."

Ryan joked, "Emperor bro, aren’t you afraid I’m lying to you???"

"No way. A few agency bosses have their personal alt accounts in our group. It’s easy to verify. Those big accounts are just tools for them to trick small streamers into signing contracts."

The Emperor said confidently, "Join the group, we’ll just chat and have fun. And if there’s any business collaboration to make money together, even better."

Ryan hesitated for a moment and said, "I just checked, my account is only Level 51."

The Emperor said even more bluntly, "So what? You dropped that many gifts on your first day of registration. Everyone in the group knows about it. Hitting max level is just a matter of time for you."

"Be straightforward, yes or no!!"

Ryan agreed without hesitation, and was soon pulled into a chat group with over a hundred members.

The Emperor introduced him: "Alright boys, the vetting is over. Give a warm welcome to our new brother, Poor Aryan."

Instantly, the group erupted. The funny thing was, all the cartoon avatars were sending hilarious and meme-filled emojis.

"Aryan is here! Aryan is mighty! Aryan, please keep me!"

"Aryan is here! A fresh newbie looking for love..."

"Welcome Aryan. Ignore all those idiots above."

"Aryan, newbies send gifts!!"

"Hello everyone, um, I’m Poor Aryan. If I’m lacking in any manners, please bear with me."

Seeing so much enthusiasm, Ryan, who had long been weighed down by life, felt his childish and carefree side stir as well.

"Dude, you’re way too formal. How old are you?"

"Seriously, don’t be so old-fashioned. I don’t want to see someone like my dad in this group."

Right after that guy spoke, the Emperor directly sent him a transfer, the amount was a jaw-dropping 3 dollars.

Ryan thought he was seeing things at first. This was a max-level rich kid group, 3 dollars? Were you kidding?

The next second, someone instantly accepted it, and then dropped a completely mind-blowing line:

"Thank you, my Emperor brother, for the generous cola. Emperor brother, you’re the best! I’m your biggest fan!"

"Emperor brother, your generosity knows no bounds. You’re a true legend!"

Holy crap, rich people are this chill? As a top-tier broke guy, Ryan really never expected the atmosphere to be this ridiculous.

While Ryan was staring in shock, the Emperor said in the group:

"Aryan, about half the people here are from Videl, but there are quite a few brothers from all over too."

"Our group has only a few rules. First, no ads unless it’s your own business."

"Second, business deals can be discussed, but no borrowing money... If you lend and get burned, that’s on you."

"Third, chatting is fine, but no attacking family members and no cursing!!"

These three rules were practically a moral model. Ryan, coming from the bottom of society, even felt a hint of warmth.

"Wait, we’ve been talking forever, but why hasn’t the newbie Poor Aryan sent money yet?"

"Hold on, this is a max-level rich kid group, but I checked and Poor Aryan’s account is only Level 51."

"Pfft, some idiot must have changed the group name. Hitting max level requires 2 million in disposable cash, who has that much lying around?"

"It used to be at least Level 50, but with all kinds of people joining, they raised the bar. Level 55 is enough."

"But Poor Aryan doesn’t even have Level 55!!"

"You talk way too much. Aryan will hit it soon enough, just a casual push and he’ll be maxed out."

That wasn’t exactly flattery, since the group name said so, but only about ten people were actually maxed out.

A few were alt accounts of guild and agency bosses. Aside from them, only the Emperor and two or three others were maxed, which was why he had so much say.

Ding, a notification popped up.

The group name, which had been "Ultimate Rich Kid Group," was instantly changed by the Emperor to "Low-IQ Idiot Gathering Ground."

Sure enough, men don’t have their own branch of psychology, it’s all just child psychology. That group name was ridiculously childish.

"Holy crap, I love this group name. I’m a doctor, I’ll take responsibility for curing all of you."

"Screw you. I’m broke and down on my luck right now, but if I had money, I’d send you to the best mental hospital."

"As a filial gesture, right??"

"Get lost, trying to take advantage of me. When you die, I’ll scatter your ashes in the men’s restroom."

"Bro, that’s not cool. My wish was to be scattered in the women’s restroom..."

"I can grant him that too. His wish wasn’t for a university women’s restroom? The senior college near us has a pretty nice one."

"See, nightclub owners have no morals. They say it’s all college girls, but you touch their stretch marks and ask which school, and they tell you it’s a driving school."

"I say we just send Xubin to the hospital. Being ugly is a disease, why else do they call it a plastic surgery hospital?"

The group was lively, with posts way more childish and middle-schooler-ish than any college group chat. It was hard to imagine these were a bunch of rich people.

"Wait, let’s get back to the topic."

"Get lost with your topic, are you prepping for the MIT or something?"

"Seriously, ’topic’? More like Marxist theory, or IELTS and TOEFL?"

A money popped up in the group and was snatched up instantly, like they were all sitting on a cell tower.

Ryan clicked in and saw it was only 10 dollars split among five people. Good lord... the amount was shockingly small.

"Long live the Ancestor! Ancestor, you are a true patron of the arts!"

"Exactly! Ancestor, your generosity is only matched by your handsomeness!"

Only then did Ryan notice the speaker’s nickname was "Grand Emperor", clearly trying to one-up the Emperor, probably a real-life acquaintance.

Grand Emperor: "Screw off. Let’s talk business. The rule is set, new members must be at least Level 55. Look at this kid Emperor, didn’t he break the rule?"

"Ancestor, I’ve had my eye on this Emperor kid for a while. I suggest we skin him and execute him."

"Ancestor, execution is too cruel. I suggest we strip his pants off and make him run around the block instead."

"Father, I want to impeach the Emperor and take the throne. If I rise, I won’t hurt him, I’ll make him my personal assistant."

The Emperor cursed a few times and then said, "Aryan’s strength, he’ll pass Level 55 in no time. You guys are just nitpicking. It’s been forever since we had a new member."

"Damn it, you changed the name again. Looking for trouble, huh?"

Immediately, the Emperor sent out another money gift. Ryan still didn’t snag it, but when he clicked on the amount, it was still just 10 dollars.

The luckiest was the Grand Emperor, who immediately changed his nickname to "Crown Prince."

"Father, thank you for the generous 3.39 dollar gift. I’ll have beef noodles for breakfast tomorrow and definitely add an extra egg."

"Father, your kindness is immeasurable. I am forever in your debt!"

The Emperor spat back, "Your butt is a mess, I have zero interest in your antics."

The world of the rich, so childish, so fun. Ryan couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

"Brother Ryan, what are you laughing at?"

Just then, Anna came out after her shower, wearing a silk slip dress. Even without makeup, she looked incredibly alluring.

She was an absolute stunner. The appeal of a beauty fresh out of the bath was at its peak, every glance brought nothing but pure temptation.

"Nothing, just a chat group. It’s that TikTok account I just registered today. I kind of enjoy chatting with them."

Anna walked over. The living room was cool with the AC on. She felt a little nervous upon hearing that, and sat down on the sofa, leaning into Ryan’s arms.