"Sheesh, I thought you were such a reserved person, ignoring everyone for a while there. Mention a woman and suddenly your true nature is revealed!"
Waite rolled his eyes at the message from Zack.
"To be honest, I'm not sure. I can't access those reader account details, and even if I could, I wouldn't dare tell you," he said bluntly.
"...Just take a look at the account that tipped you. It says female up there."
Sitting at his home computer, Zack replied impatiently, "...If it's not a girl, why are you even telling me about it?"
"...People just fill in those personal details randomly. Not only can they choose female, I remember there's even an option for 'unspecified' in the gender field."
"Also, you can't tell me their information but you can give away my private info to someone else?"
Seeing this message, Zack felt a bit embarrassed and quickly flattered, "...I didn't have a choice, Master Zack."
"...Someone who can casually tip twenty thousand, they must be rich, much cooler than me, this little editor. I don't know how she even found our editor-in-chief."
"The editor-in-chief hinted that as long as it's not too important, I should tell her."
"...But Master Zack, you're different. You're a public figure. Sometimes public figures have no privacy."
"Although our website isn't a live streaming platform relying on rich tips to survive, encountering someone so generous, it's hard to refuse."
"...Please be kind and don't hold it against me."
Zack kept praising, afraid of angering Zack, subtly blaming the editor-in-chief for all the problems.
"Don't you worry that person might be an editor from another site, trying to poach us?"
Zack had finished his mission for the day and didn't mind chatting with Zack.
It's just that for the past half-month, he'd been typing nonstop, not playing any games, and barely talking to anyone. He was really feeling numb.
"Wow, Master Zack, you're right. If she's really an editor from another site trying to poach, just tell me and I'll curse her out," Waite said, startled, thinking this possibility was real.
"Stop jokes, editor Waite. I'm not a big shot. Who would spend twenty thousand just to get my contact info?"
"...If I were really a big shot, my contact info would be worth more than twenty thousand."
Zack chuckled.
He had self-awareness. He was nothing now, and his contact info was definitely not worth twenty thousand.
Perhaps one day he would achieve fame and success, making his contact info a treasure sought by countless people, making others proud to have it. But that wasn't now.
Picking up a nearby cup to take a sip, he saw it was coffee and put it back.
Recently, to stay alert while typing, he'd developed the bad habit of drinking coffee every day.
"I can't do anything about the editor-in-chief's request, Master Zack. Just add her casually."
"...Anyway, she's rich, right? Maybe she's even a rich widow. Just sacrifice a bit, Master Zack, play some fun games with her, and you'll have everything."
"Then you won't need to type anymore, just spend time with the rich widow every day. How comfortable!"
Waite joked.
"Get lost, you asshole!"
Zack laughed and cursed back.
Seeing Zack's message, Waite sighed in his heart, thinking this guy was harder to get along with.
But now he found that the other person could laugh and curse, and was actually easy to get along with.
Actually, Zack was relatively outgoing and lively, except for being a bit of a homebody.
The reason he'd given people the impression of being cold and hard to deal with recently was that he'd spent most of his time typing.
Typing every day consumed a lot of energy, and he really didn't want to chat with others. After typing, he just wanted to lie in bed and sleep.
"I'm not going to be with you anymore. Don't tell anyone my contact info casually again. That's an invasion of privacy."
"Don't worry, Master Zack. I don't want anyone to disturb you too. I wish you were a donkey in the production team, only typing and doing nothing else. My bonus this year depends on you," Waite said.
Although Waite was a newcomer at the company, he'd actually worked in society for several years.
He hadn't learned much, but he understood how to talk.
Sometimes, being straightforward can make people closer to you.
So, he bluntly stated his real purpose, hoping Zack could help him earn more bonuses.
What's the purpose of working? Really for dreams? Come on, it's of course for themoney!
Said in a semi-joking way, Zack couldn't be mad at it.
After chatting with Waite on the computer, Zack picked up his phone.
According to Waite, he'd given out his WeChat ID.
Indeed, there was a notification of a new friend on WeChat.
Opening it, the profile picture was a cute cat, and it did say female.
This profile picture didn't look like those fake accounts with flowers and plants. And the cat in the picture was taken indoors, so there was a good chance the other person was really a girl.
After all, people on the website might randomly fill in their gender, but the gender on WeChat Moments is usually real.
Because most of the people in your Moments are people you know in real life.
"She's really a rich widow," Zack said with a click of acceptance.
After accepting, he quickly clicked on the other person's profile picture again, wanting to check her Moments.
If she's really a beautiful rich aunt, cough, Zack didn't mind playing some fun games. Isn't that faster than typing to earn money?
With anticipation, Zack opened her Moments and was disappointed.
"Boring, she even set it to 'Chat Only,' blocking her Moments."
Zack clicked and also opened the settings, setting it so that she could only chat with him and couldn't see the photos and text in his Moments.
If you think about it from her perspective, it's easy to guess why she did this.
Not letting you see her Moments, especially thesetting means she doesn't consider you a friend and implies a kind of arrogance that you're not qualified to be her friend.
After all, someone who can casually tip twenty thousand must be rich. Her Moments might be filled with wealthy and influential people.
Zack wasn't interested in licking someone's boots.
Again, he wasn't a live streamer needing tips from big brothers.
Even if he were, it would only be to earn his first pot of gold, and then he'd invest the money in the capital market. Who would still smile and ingratiate?
Maybe she was playing on her phone now. Just a few seconds after Zack accepted the friend request, they sent a message:
Annie Garcia: Hi, is this Zack?
It was a very formal greeting.
Seeing the name and some fancy English afterward, Zack guessed this was her real name.
Zack: It's me. Heh, sorry, I'm a bit tired today. I'm going to take a bath and sleep. Let's talk tomorrow.
After sending that, Zack put his phone aside and ignored it.
He and she were from different social classes and there was no need to force a conversation. Even if they did talk, they wouldn't have much in common.
Unless Zack lowered his stance to ingratiate himself to the other person.
But who is he? He's the one with a cheat code. How could he lower his stance to ingratiate himself to others?
...
In a high-end penthouse in Shanghai, a girl saw the message on her phone and almost threw her phone away in anger.
"Damn it, this is the first time I've been told 'heh, going to take a bath.' Give me 200,000 yuan back!!"
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