Chapter 60

"Fei Ge, I've been wanting to say this—'NoCilantro'? You can't handle her!"

"Now that you've broken up, it's better—old ones gone, new ones come!"

"Come on, to tomorrow!"

Zhang Xian raised his beer and clinked it against Pang Fei's; his girlfriend was a minor internet celebrity with the nickname 'NoCilantro'.

When Liu Dongxu mentioned her before, Zhang Xian thought it was unrealistic.

These kinds of internet celebrities with nicknames like 'SomeoneNoCilantro' or 'XXCan'tWakeUp'—how could a tech guy like Pang Fei possibly control them?

They usually match up with guys like 'AAABuildingKingGe' or 'HeavenRewardsDiligence'.

Breaking up is normal—it's timely damage control!

"Xiao Xian, don't laugh at me."

"I spent tens of thousands on her, and I never even slept with her—just held hands a few times..."

Pang Fei started complaining again.

"Uh."

Zhang Xian blinked: "She said she's slow to warm up?"

"Yeah."

Pang Fei nodded, puzzled: "How did you know?"

"Fei Ge, if you've got time, watch some short videos—especially emotional content creators."

Zhang Xian didn't know how to explain it—his best buddy had stumbled upon a low-tier gold digger, the shallow kind.

But Pang Fei was a tech guy with little dating experience, too easy to manipulate; while those emotional content creators exaggerated for money, they still taught how to spot gold diggers and toxic women—listening was still useful.

In this age of information overload, self-judgment and information-filtering skills are crucial.

You can watch short videos, you just have to watch them with 'discard the dross, keep the essence'.

Zhang Xian wasn't good at playing the 'wise older brother' role—he sat with Pang Fei a while, then talked him into going home.

The next day.

Zhang Xian slept until he woke naturally.

When he opened his eyes today, he first received over six million.

The daily income from 'Dignity' was already declining—a normal trend; the song exploded too fast, so its peak came early.

But because the base income was so high, even with the decline, it would 'slide' for a long time—during this period, Zhang Xian's income was still astronomical to ordinary people.

"Xiao Xian, are you going fishing today?"

As Zhang Xian ate, Zhang Zhaodi, who was playing with Weier beside him, suddenly asked.

"Depends—I've got important business today!"

Yesterday's setup was for buying a sports car—Zhang Xian planned to strike while the iron was hot and buy the car home right away.

"Dad said if you don't go fishing, you should come to the company and help out..."

Zhang Zhaodi added.

"Fishing!"

"I'll go right away!"

Zhang Xian changed his mind instantly—he avoided the company whenever possible, to avoid catching office stench.

After eating.

Zhang Xian dashed out the door and took a taxi to the nearest 'Yangwang Sales Center'.

He'd long coveted the Yangwang U9, priced at 1.68 million.

Before, he could only stare at pictures online—now that he had money, he had to buy one.

Ferraris and Lamborghinis were also on his car list.

But he'd take it slow—wait until he accumulated more wealth.

No clichéd snobbery—when he arrived at the dealership, Zhang Xian bought a Yangwang U9 supercar outright; from entering to signing the contract, it took ten minutes.

Such lavish spending enchanted the female sales rep, who subtly hinted he could deepen their connection—but his head was covered in red lines, and Zhang Xian had zero interest.

The paperwork went through the express lane and was fully completed in two hours.

Looking at his long-dreamed-of car, Zhang Xian was ecstatic.

One word: cool!

Just as Zhang Xian was about to test-drive it, he received a message from Lan Qiaoqiao—clearly Zhang Pandi had moved.

Zhang Xian gladly accepted and drove straight to the Medical University.

After parking under the female dormitory, he immediately drew a crowd of passing girls; many stopped to take photos. Zhang Xian lazily rolled down his window, lit a cigarette, and pretended he rolled it down just to flick ash.

In truth, he just wanted to show off.

"Handsome guy, can I add your WeChat?"

A bold girl came up to ask for his contact.

"Not really—I've got a strict girlfriend."

Zhang Xian gave a casual excuse; her red lines already exceeded ten—he was a college girl, seriously.

"Just making a friend, nothing else."

The girl wouldn't give up, still trying to persuade him—in her view, if she got his WeChat, she'd already won half.

So what if he had a girlfriend? Men never pass up a chance.

Besides, she was confident in her looks and skills—she believed once they chatted, she'd win him over.

"Ding Lan, pick another target."

"This one's my boyfriend!"

At that moment, Lan Qiaoqiao arrived; she had clearly dressed meticulously today, wearing a flowing silk blouse with a V-neck revealing her collarbones, paired with light beige high-waisted shorts that elongated her legs, perfectly showcasing their length.

And Lan Qiaoqiao clearly recognized the girl who had approached her, immediately calling out her name.

"Uh, Qiaoqiao-jie, is this your boyfriend?"

Ding Lan glanced from Lan Qiaoqiao to Zhang Xian, then at the stunningly handsome sports car before her, her eyes filled with envy.

But the fact that he was Lan Qiaoqiao's boyfriend left her disheartened.

If it had been another girl, she might have still entertained thoughts of competing—but Lan Qiaoqiao outclassed her in every way; she simply had no strength left to try.

"Mm, he came to pick me up!"

Lan Qiaoqiao gave a vague reply, then smiled at Zhang Xian: "Did you wait too long?"

"Not at all!"

"I could wait hours without a problem!"

Zhang Xian replied with a cheerful laugh.

He wasn't just being polite—he was willing to wait not for Lan Qiaoqiao, but because parking this car beneath the girls' dormitory felt simply too good.

Not only did it draw admiring and reverent glances, but even girls like Ding Lan came forward to throw themselves into his arms.

Though he had no interest in Ding Lan, what if an even higher-quality girl appeared?

Lan Qiaoqiao, of course, knew nothing of Zhang Xian's inner thoughts; she stepped into the passenger seat amid the envious stares of Ding Lan and the other girls.

Once she was inside, Zhang Xian rolled up the window—his show of arrogance was temporarily over.

"Xiaoxian, is this your new car?"

Lan Qiaoqiao hadn't expected Zhang Xian to appear beneath the girls' dormitory in such a spectacular fashion—it had earned her immense face.

With Ding Lan's big mouth around, word of her having a rich second-generation boyfriend who drove a sports car was surely already spreading through every group chat on campus.

"Mm, just picked it up."

"Qiaoqiao-jie, you're the first person to ride in the passenger seat!"

Zhang Xian started the sports car, his gaze involuntarily drifting to the passenger seat.

Long and white!

It was impossible not to look!