Richest Rag-picker N Chapter 32: It’s Not That I Won’t Buy It for You, It’s That

Chapter 32: Chapter 32: It’s Not That I Won’t Buy It for You, It’s That Nothing Is That Expensive

The strear’s question was rely a setup for the trouble she planned to stir up next.

A single glance at their outfits revealed they were dressed head-to-toe in cheap, street-stall clothes. The long dress the woman wore was particularly telling. While it looked fresh and elegant on her, there was no denying that was only because of the wearer. If soone else, like the strear, for instance, were to put it on, the effect would be completely different. After all, the craftsmanship was exceptionally shoddy.

After hearing the question, Bai nghan first glanced at Fang Chenyi with a wide grin. Then, she turned to the strear, smiled, and gently shook her head.

"From the ti we t until now? He actually hasn’t given

a single thing."

The mont she said this, the horny guys in the livestream chat erupted in fury.

"Holy shit, what a total scumbag. You have such a beautiful girlfriend, and you haven’t given her a damn thing? Are you even a man?!"

"Damn it, get lost, you scumbag! I’d give that pretty girl my entire life’s savings!"

"Hey, guy above , what savings? You’re just thirsty for my waifu’s body!"

..

After a brief pause, Bai nghan rested her head happily on Fang Chenyi’s shoulder and continued, "But that doesn’t matter. As long as he always loves , I’ll be perfectly content."

The two of them had only just t last night. Forget gifts; they were still in a daze as to how their relationship had progressed so quickly. But what Bai nghan said ca straight from her heart. For a man as outstanding as Fang Chenyi, she would be truly content as long as he continued to love her.

"Oh my god! Why can’t I ever find a girlfriend like that!"

"Uh, bros, have you guys noticed what that scumbag is holding? Why does it look like a garbage bag for collecting trash?"

"Huh? Now that you ntion it, it looks familiar to , too. It looks just like the garbage bags the street sanitation workers use!"

"Holy crap! Don’t tell

this guy is a trash collector! Even a trash collector can find a goddess like her? Mom, has the world gone crazy? I’m gonna go collect trash, too! I want a girlfriend like that!"

...

The strear was left speechless by Bai nghan’s words. Casually glancing at the live comnts, she imdiately saw the string of analysis. She instinctively turned to look at what Fang Chenyi was holding. Holy crap, they were right! What else could that be but a garbage bag!

But on second thought, she felt it was impossible. The guy was not only handso, but from their brief conversation, she could tell he wasn’t an idiot. With that in mind, she could basically dismiss the fans’ speculation. From her perspective, it was just a case of sour grapes from the guys in her chat who were making up stories about the handso stranger.

Of course, while she was sure he wasn’t a trash collector, there was one thing the strear felt certain about: this handso guy was definitely not rich. That being the case, it would be even easier for her to make him her boy toy.

’Heh, how can this girl be so dishonest? Did I really not give you anything? Think again. Didn’t I give you my twenty-year-old treasure just last night?’

Hearing Bai nghan’s words, Fang Chenyi, who was standing beside her, couldn’t help but grumble to himself. They had known each other for less than a day, but he *had* given her a gift last night. Of course, these were words he could only mutter in his own head; he would never say them out loud in front of a stranger.

"Sir, that’s really not right of you," the strear chid in. "You have such a beautiful girlfriend, how could you have never given her a gift? That’s not very manly of you. Look, she doesn’t even have a purse. That just won’t do. Don’t you know how important purses are to a girl?"

After a short pause, the strear pretended to scan the area before pointing with an air of magnanimity toward a luxury purse boutique right beside them. With a look on her face as if she were trying to help Fang Chenyi, she said:

"If I were you, I would save up for a whole year, even if it ant not eating or drinking, just to buy her a nice purse. There, don’t say I’m not helping you. How about this? We’ll give you a chance to buy her a gift right now. What do you think? Look, see that? There’s a purse boutique right here. I just wonder... are you willing to spend half a year’s salary to buy a beautiful purse for this lovely lady?"

Her intentions were, of course, self-evident. In such a public setting, any man, whether he intended to actually buy it or not, would surely say yes.

Then, with a little prodding from her, she could get them to enter the famous luxury boutique. Inside, even the cheapest little clutch cost several thousand yuan.

She was confident that with her silver tongue, she could put the girlfriend in an incredibly awkward position. Then, in a fit of anger, the girl would storm off.

And at that mont, she would step in and offer to "help" the guy. Hehe, then he’d be putty in her hands, wouldn’t he?

Her plan was solid, but the handso man across from her didn’t play by the rules.

"Spend half a year’s salary to buy her a purse? Heh, I think I’ll pass. All right, you’ve asked your questions. We’re in a hurry."

With that, Fang Chenyi ignored the strear and started walking away again.

This scene instantly caused the viewers in the strear’s chat to start flaming Fang Chenyi, calling him a major scumbag.

"Holy shit, is he even a man? How could he say no in a situation like that!"

"This guy’s such a scumbag! If it were , I’d take my entire life savings of seventy-two yuan and fifty cents and buy a purse for that girl!"

It wasn’t just the viewers in the chat; even the strear herself was dumbfounded. ’What the hell? Do guys this scummy actually exist?’ she thought. ’You could have at least said yes, damn it.’

Just as she was about to go after them again, a snippet of quiet conversation reached her ears, causing her to stumble and nearly fall flat on her face.

"Heh, Xiao Hanhan, are you angry that I wasn’t willing to spend half a year’s salary to buy you a purse? Don’t overthink it. It’s not that I’m unwilling to spend half my yearly salary on a purse... I just honestly can’t imagine what kind of purse costs a hundred million."

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[To be continued...]

P.S. *Sob sob*, I’m a little dizzy from the whale’s donations. I’ve got a bit of writer’s block. I just managed to churn out this Chapter. I’ve already written six Chapters today. @’Heaven-Blasting Gang, Yasuo’ boss, don’t worry about the six Chapters I owe you. I’ll definitely pay them all back this week...