Chapter 880

"I see."

Saitama took the seafood noodles Genos handed over and started slurping them up.

"By the way, participating in this beauty pageant, there should be prize money, right?"

He asked.

"Of course there is, I heard the prize money isn't small."

Genos nodded.

"Is that so, then how much?"

"For the champion, it seems to be five million."

Genos answered, and then heard Saitama coughing from being choked by the noodles across from him.

"How much did you say?!"

"Five million, what's wrong, Sensei Saitama?

Genos looked over with some puzzlement.

"Just go up, show your face, walk a few steps, and then get five million?"

Saitama appeared very shocked.

"You have to win the championship; the runner-up only gets three million, third place is one million, the rest with no ranking, the organizers only reimburse food and accommodation fees, and it can't exceed the five thousand quota."

Genos reminded.

"Even five thousand is pretty good."

Saitama thought of his wallet with less than two thousand, and a faint sense of melancholy suddenly arose in his heart.

Coincidentally, the webpage displayed on the notebook computer on the table happened to have a photo of the K City champion contestant.

It was a tall, slender, muscular beauty-type woman.

"Speaking of which, if even a muscle woman can win the championship, wouldn't I be able to get a ranking if I went up too?"

"K City beauty pageant champion, main force Shuishu, Hero Association Class B Rank 71 female hero, her being able to win the championship is reportedly related to the popularity she originally accumulated as a hero.

Also, recently held beauty pageants in different cities only allow female contestants to participate, Sensei Saitama, you aren't a woman, are you?"

When Genos said this, he carried a hint of uncertainty, after all, unlike the original burning of clothes to verify identity, the current Saitama hasn't been seen naked by him.

"Of course not, I was just saying it casually."

Saitama sighed; he was just a bit envious of the prize money.

"The life of rich people really is incomprehensible, hey, Genos, do you think anyone would sponsor a beauty pageant that allows men to participate too?"

Saitama, continuing to slurp a mouthful of noodles, asked casually.

"Beauty pageants like this actually do exist."

However, Genos's answer made him cheer up.

"Where?"

Saitama's eyes lit up, he stood up with hands braced on the table, leaning forward to pursue the question; this was the excitement belonging to a poor ghost.

"It's just that they all have various additional conditions attached."

"What conditions?"

"For example, looks."

"That's a given, after all it's a beauty pageant."

【As long as I can sponge the reimbursed accommodation fee, that's fine.】

"Also————(Press F to enter a certain tank vehicle)"

The excited expression on Saitama's face gradually faded, he sat back down and resumed slurping noodles.

Rich woman's happy ball or whatever, completely makes one unable to muster enthusiasm.

"However, Z City's richest man Zenier recently also wants to hold a beauty pageant in Z City, heard it's to advertise his own company's product image."

Genos typed on the computer and quickly found an interview news piece.

"These are clothes I designed, I feel they are art, although art is mostly not something the masses can understand, I still want to push this art into society, let the broad masses also appreciate it together————"

A middle-aged man with gold hair exuding a nouveau riche aura displayed clothes printed with a feces pattern in front of a reporter with a difficult expression.

"There are men's wear among these clothes; perhaps the beauty pageant this person holds will allow men to participate too."

Saitama looked at the clothing styles in the interview video on the computer, suddenly feeling that going to participate in a beauty pageant would also be an extremely challenging thing, might even die.

Hmm, humans have two ways of dying, and social death is one of them; just imagining himself standing on stage in a swimsuit styled like feces casual clothes showing off muscles made him feel a chill down his spine.

"Ah, why does no one understand my art, clearly invited a gold medal reporter for an interview, even chased the beauty pageant's popularity, the interview news was also sent out, why is the play count and like count on the internet only this little?"

At the same time, at Z City's richest man's home, Zenier looked at the data on the internet, somewhat anxiously slapping the table, questioning the manager in front of him responsible for PR publicity.

"This is naturally because your appreciation of feces-shaped artistic aesthetic taste is too niche; in this world, apart from creatures like flies, there probably won't be any normal humans who would like it."

This kind of blunt truth saying his own big boss's aesthetic is no good, the PR publicity department manager naturally didn't dare say it.

Instead, the youth ninja acting as a bodyguard on the side unceremoniously served as his mouthpiece once: "That's naturally because your personal taste is too bad; speaking of which, who would appreciate feces-shaped things anyway?"

"Sigh, Mr. Sonic, it's precisely because I can't change my own taste that I want the masses to accept my taste.

When I was young, a master divined my fate for me, saying my life's wealth and nobility is protected by feces; I believed that master's words and made feces my group's emblem, since then my financial luck has been smooth all the way to now.

Now, wanting to change is simply impossible; one is I'm already used to it, truly appreciate feces-shaped things; two is afraid that if I change, it'll ruin my own financial luck."

"Hmph, the talk of luck really is an ethereal thing; however, you being able to be hired by me as a bodyguard among many ninjas, one might say your luck is really not bad."

The somewhat aloof youth ninja finished speaking, then revealed a look of recollection; after being hired by Zenier, he had resolved multiple crisis events for the other party.

Among them, several times were fundamentally not something those stinky fish rotten shrimp guards and bodyguards around him could resolve; if not for him, Sonic of the Sound Speed, being there, this guy with somewhat poor taste might have had grass several zhang high on his grave by now.

【Could it be, this guy Zenier really has some dogshit luck protecting him?!】

Sonic couldn't help but think this.

【So the Boss likes poop-shaped things for this reason.】

The PR Department Manager thought to himself.

"Boss, I have an idea."

"What idea?"

"Our publicity has no heat, mainly because we are riding on heat, saying we want to hold a beauty pageant, and online there are countless guys riding on heat saying they sponsor beauty pageants."

"What are you trying to say?"

"What I want to say is, instead of riding on heat, why don't we directly cooperate with people who possess heat, and hold a beauty pageant in Z-City?"

"You mean, invite some celebrity idols to endorse my beauty pageant?"

Zenier asked.

"No, celebrity idols would only make the beauty pageant you sponsor unable to popularize to the ordinary people level. The ones we should invite over are people who possess mass influence in the aspect of holding beauty pageants."

"Who?"

"Mr. Broly."

"Uh, who is that?"

Zenier had a face full of doubt, while the Publicity Department Manager's expression stiffened. Turns out the family's Big Boss was preparing to copy the behavior of the sponsor gold master of a beauty pageant, yet didn't even understand the other party's existence at all. The Manager felt somewhat helpless, but still introduced him to the family's Big Boss.

"Mr. Broly is the sponsor gold master of beauty pageants in multiple cities. The beauty pageants he sponsors are famous for fairness and justice."

"Although there are also people holding beauty pageants, imitating his fairness and justice, their influence among the public is not as great as his, the first one to do so."

"Currently, the other party is praised as an aesthetics expert major donor who only pursues beauty and understands beauty the most. In the aspect of holding beauty pageants, he can be said to have a reputation that precedes him."

"If we can invite him to cooperate with us in holding a beauty pageant, then it definitely can attract public eyeballs and obtain public conviction."

"I see, however, a person like this looks like they aren't someone short on money. Would he be willing to cooperate with us?"

Zenier wasn't insecure about himself; on the contrary, he was too confident in his personal taste, and strongly doubted the other party wouldn't cooperate with him.

"Uh, Boss, I don't dare guarantee this either, but we have to try contacting them regardless. Just, regarding the funding for sponsoring the beauty pageant, do you think you could allocate a bit more?"

"Money isn't a problem, I'm not short on money."

"Broly, it's this late, where are you going?"

Q-City. Mosquito Girl looked at the Saiyan youth preparing to go out, and couldn't help but ask.

"I want to go find the lawbreakers in this city."

Broly answered.

"So, you're actually a hero, and also doing the work of striking down evil?"

Mosquito Girl was somewhat surprised.

"No, I'm just a bit short on money, want to go extort some bad people, let them make a move to rob me, so I can then counter and take their things."

"Uh, so you're preparing to do a black-eats-black."

Mosquito Girl had a sudden realization.

"I'm not black."

Broly corrected her mistaken statement.

"But also not white."

"Are you going with me?"

"Of course. Actually, I've recently been watching a hero idol drama starring Sweet Mask. The hero male lead he plays, and the little assistant female lead by his side, also secretly strike down various criminals. I feel I can be like the little assistant female lead in the drama, and act as your aide."

"Fine, then you'll be my aide."

Broly nodded in agreement. One mosquito, one person, quickly went out the window.

However, after circling Q-City at night, besides striking down some road-blocking hoodlums, they had no more harvest.

"Speak, where are the wealthy evil criminal organizations in this city?"

Mosquito Girl grabbed a hoodlum, pressed him against the wall, and began interrogating.

"Ah, this Lord, Q-City has S-Class Rank 12 Watchdog Man in it. Where would there be any decent evil criminal organizations——"

Under the scared hoodlum's confession like pouring beans from a bamboo tube, Broly learned that the evil criminal organizations with climate in this city had already been wiped out by a guy with the nickname Watchdog Man.

Although this city's crime rate and monster appearance rate both remain high, most are the small-scale, petty trouble type.

Of course, it can also be said they are all guys with not much oil and water.

"To do black-eats-black, as expected one still has to go find cities without powerful heroes active."

Although they didn't get any decent harvest, Mosquito Girl seemed to be playing quite happily.

"I already said, we aren't black."

Broly corrected her words again, then flew into the rented hotel.

And just not long after he returned to the hotel, the phone in his pocket rang.

"Is it another beauty pageant preparation almost done, asking you to go check the situation?"

Mosquito Girl asked curiously.

"It's not. It's a strange phone call, don't know who called."

Broly answered, then picked up the strange call.

"Hello, who is this?"

He asked directly.

Mosquito Girl didn't know what the person on the other end of the phone said, only saw the expression on Broly's face as he answered the phone suddenly become somewhat strange.

"What's wrong, who called?"

However, Mosquito Girl did not interject; she only asked after the Saiyan youth finished his call.

"A guy named Zenier said he wants to cooperate with me to co-sponsor a beauty pageant."

"You don't want to do it with him?"

"Not exactly. I need money, and he seems to have money. He's willing to put up money to co-sponsor a beauty pageant with me—this is exactly what I've been hoping for."

"Then what was that expression just now?"

"Mainly, I don't know what his purpose is in wanting to co-host a beauty pageant with me."

"So, you're worried he'll borrow your name to do some bad things?"

"Mm."

"If that's the case, then can't we just fight fire with fire?!"

Mosquito Girl said somewhat excitedly.

"I was thinking the same thing."

Broly nodded.

"Go to sleep early. Tomorrow we're going over to Z-City."

"I'm going to take a bath. I just fought someone and accidentally got some blood on me."

"Why do people have to work?"

"Why can't they eat without paying money?"

"If there's food, why can't everyone just share it?"

"The rich eat their fill and dress warmly, while the poor starve and freeze to death."

"What kind of freedom is there in a world like this? Everyone is bound by labor!"

"Is work enjoyable?"

"No, it's absolutely impossible to be happy. We absolutely will not work."

"So, to change things, I, Nailing Hammerhead, will establish an ideal society."

"Let those who want to work go to work and support the others."

"Let those who don't want to work lay flat and get something for nothing."

"This is the ideal society of our Peach Garden Gang!"

At eight in the morning, on the streets of Z-City, a tall, burly bald man wearing a black combat suit was loudly proclaiming his ideology.

But unfortunately, the people on the street came and went in a hurry, and not one of them stopped for even half a moment to listen to him.

"Boss, it seems no one cares about what you're saying."

Behind him, a little brother who was also bald and wearing a combat suit spoke up.

"Damn it, we have to do something to make these guys know that our Peach Garden Gang isn't joking."

"Uh, but Boss Nailing Hammerhead, what should we do?"

"First, let's go demolish the home of Z-City's big tycoon Zenier!"

While a group of unemployed bald bums who didn't want to work were causing chaos on the streets of Z-City, Broly had already brought Mosquito Girl to Zenier's home.

"Mr. Broly, welcome."

Zenier had brought people out to welcome his arrival.

"No need for more words, Mr. Zenier. I want to know why you want to cooperate with me to hold a beauty pageant."

Broly didn't want to stand on ceremony with this man; he got straight to the point.

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"Let me remind you: I will treat you differently depending on your answer."

As Broly finished speaking, Sonic behind Zenier felt an extreme sense of danger.

This made him subconsciously grip the hilt of the ninja short sword hanging at his waist.

"Good, Mr. Broly truly is a person who pursues the extreme of aesthetics—"

However, Zenier, the richest man in Z-City and an ordinary person, felt no danger at all.

"Hmm?"

But what he said made Broly stunned.

"You're different from ordinary people—straightforward from the start. Since that's the case, I won't hide anything either. I want to cooperate with you simply because I want to borrow your influence in sponsoring beauty pageants to push my niche aesthetic preferences to the masses."

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"Uh, so you want to rig the beauty pageant?"

"Not rigging it. The pageant should be judged however it should be judged. I just need every participant to wear clothing representing my personal aesthetic taste, provided by our Zeniru Group, to participate in the beauty pageant we co-host."

"May I ask what your so-called personal aesthetic taste is?"

"Feces."

Hearing this, even though Broly was a Saiyan from another world, he couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air.

The other party's aesthetic taste was truly something.