Like attracts like; birds of a feather flock together.
The wisdom of the ancients was always concise and to the point.
Chen Kun was a second-generation rich, the kind whose father casually set a goal of one hundred million.
His circle of friends naturally consisted of other rich kids or sons of officials.
And most of them were hardcore fans of cutting-edge technology and top-tier military equipment.
In reality,
Those dissolute individuals who loved attending extravagant parties and pursued carnal knowledge were ultimately a minority.
The majority of rich kids, who lacked for nothing in terms of female companionship, had long grown tired of chasing women.
Their hobbies often surpassed the imagination of ordinary people.
For instance, the fishing enthusiasts… their fishing rods were progressively more expensive.
And then there were the photography buffs… a seasoned photographer could casually bring out a lens worth hundreds of thousands or even millions.
And then there were tech enthusiasts like Chen Kun… the models he had just used as targets and smashed with the Phantom-class powered mech were valuable enough to buy a house in Jinan City, or even Shanghai City.
The happiness of the rich was hard to fathom… but one point of consensus was that their hobbies were incredibly expensive, extremely expensive, and prohibitively expensive!
Having obtained the world's first Phantom-class powered mech, launched by Huarong Industries,
Chen Kun was as excited as he was when he first courted his first love.
He couldn't put it down and desperately wanted to show it off to the whole world.
In his elation, not only was his social media feed flooded,
But his posts on Zhihu, Bilibili, and Weibo were also packed to the brim.
Dozens of videos.
Hundreds of photos.
This made his friends, who were also passionate about cutting-edge technology and military equipment, green with envy.
"Holy crap, I wonder who snagged Huarong Industries' new launch Phantom-class powered mech back then. It turns out it was our Kun Ge..."
"Kun Ge, this mech is amazing. Why don't you lend it to your brother sometime? I just met some Miss World contestants, and we can compare notes while trying them out..."
"Yeah, the guy above is right. It's all practical application anyway. Practicing with a mech doesn't seem much different from practicing with a girl..."
"Young Master Chen, post more videos and photos for us to feast our eyes on. Damn it, I was too slow today and couldn't grab a pre-order Phantom-class mech with a two-month delivery..."
"They always say our eldest Young Master Chen doesn't love beauties as much as he loves machines... Seeing this today, it's true... They say engineering students are single for years, skilled in traditional arts, and incredibly fast. Judging by the speed with which our Young Master Chen managed to snatch a ready-stock Phantom-class powered mech, that saying is indeed accurate..."
On his social media feed.
On Zhihu, Weibo, Toutiao, Bilibili, and other social media platforms,
His close friends, who were always teasing him, looked at Chen Kun's mech videos and photos with envy, jealousy, and a torrent of sarcastic remarks.
To this,
Chen Kun chuckled, his sense of satisfaction growing.
The fiercer their verbal abuse, the more it showed their envy and jealousy.
Wanting to trade Miss World contestants for a powered mech?
Please.
Are you out of your mind?
Hundreds of Miss World contestants are born every year.
But as far as the Phantom-class powered mech is concerned, there's only one at the moment!
Trading a girl for a mech?
Who gave you the courage to entertain such an unrealistic fantasy? Was it Liang Jingru?
As for the one who asked for more photos and videos, well, that could be arranged.
Sharing joy is better than enjoying it alone.
Seeing you guys salivating with envy gives Chen Kun an inexplicable surge of pleasure.
Not particularly skilled at photography, Chen Kun continued to frantically take pictures with his DSLR camera, worth hundreds of thousands of Great Xia currency.
...
Qiongzhou Island.
A beach resort.
A scantily clad girl lay on the bed, browsing her tablet.
She was on vacation with her family.
The rental villa faced the sea, with flowers blooming in the warm spring.
A rich aroma wafted from the kitchen, indicating that the girl's mother was an excellent cook and a virtuous wife who pursued a high quality of life.
The head of the household.
The girl's father.
Zhang Weimin was currently lying on the beach outside his daughter's window, squinting in the sun.
His temples were lightly frosted with white hair, his hands bore the thick calluses accumulated over years of operating fighter jets, and the sky-blue military uniform and two-bar four-pip epaulets in the wardrobe inside all testified to his identity.
He was an Air Force Colonel in his forties, about to retire from front-line fighter jet piloting and transition to ground administrative command.
He lay in the sun,
Recalling his over twenty years of front-line fighter pilot career.
After this vacation, he would return to the J Province Military Region and take up a command officer position.
He felt a sense of reluctance.
Feeling somewhat restless, Zhang Weimin got up and walked inside.
He saw his daughter, in a bikini, lying on the bed scrolling through her phone, and he was displeased.
"Zhang Xijin, you incorrigible girl."
"You're always glued to your phone and tablet at home."
"Now that you're on Qiongzhou Island, you're hiding in your room playing on your tablet. Can't you go out and get some sun, swim, and exercise?"
"What are you watching now?"
"Those effeminate pretty boys who have no muscle on their bodies and can do nothing but date?"
Regarding his daughter,
Zhang Weimin was somewhat exasperated.
This girl,
Her grades were excellent, her personality and moral character were exemplary.
Her physique and beauty combined the sturdy build of her fighter pilot father and the excellent genes of her refined mother.
She was exquisitely shaped and pleasing to the eye.
It was just her mind—
Aside from academics, it was all led astray by those melodramatic romance dramas.
Every day when she returned home, she would either talk about some handsome idol debuting or some military officer or rich heir pursuing her.
Although his daughter had very high standards and aspirations,
She disdained ordinary boys in her life.
However, if she continued to fill her mind with dating and romantic plots, it was hard to guarantee that some wild boar wouldn't come along and snatch her away someday.
His cabbage was so beautiful, and still so young, Zhang Weimin truly didn't want to give this cabbage to a pig to gobble up so soon!
"What are you looking at?"
"Another one of those strange, effeminate pretty boys who can do nothing but date?"
Zhang Weimin sighed.
Temporarily setting aside the matter of leaving the front lines of fighter piloting, he focused his attention and gaze on his daughter.
"Huh?"
"Has this girl changed her ways?"
"Why are you looking at these technological products when you have nothing else to do?"
Seeing her father about to lecture her again,
Zhang Xijin rolled her eyes and shoved the tablet in front of Zhang Weimin.
"What are you talking about."
"You're wrongly accusing me!"
"Look, what handsome guy looks like this? A hunk of metal all over."
Oh?
She wasn't looking at handsome guys.
That was good.
It was also good for her to learn more about technology.
Zhang Weimin had just picked up a cup of water and taken half a sip when his daughter's words caused him to spray out all the tea he had in his mouth.