"Darn it, you think I'm broke? Wait till I'm rich. I'll sweep all kinds of girls off their feet, each of them a hundred times prettier than you, Sheila. Then, even if you, this piece of trash, kneel down and lick my toes, I won't bother to look at you!"
Maxwell clenched his teeth in anger, picturing George, who had thrown more than two thousand Dollars in his face in front of Sheila.
What made it even worse was that Sheila had left with George, this old man, which left Maxwell feeling both anger and helplessness.
After cursing, Maxwell took a big swig.
At that moment, a childlike robotic voice sprang into his mind.
"Congratulations to the host for obtaining the Supreme Tycoon System."
"The principle of this system is that only when the target beauties selected by the system increase their goodwill towards the host and get spent on will there be a cashback reward. If the goodwill becomes negative, spending money on them will give no reward."
"What the heck! What did I hear?"
"Do I actually have a system?"
"Yes, host, you can freely enjoy the perfect life of a tycoon now."
Upon receiving confirmation once again, Maxwell was so thrilled that he almost jumped up.
"Oh my god, this is real, I have a system!"
At this moment, Maxwell had no interest in drinking, he only wanted to quickly verify the authenticity of the system.
However, the system required him to spend money on beautiful women to get a cashback reward. Where could he find a beautiful woman at this late hour?
Suddenly, his gaze fell upon his mobile phone, which he hadn't changed in several years.
He slapped his forehead on the spot, "Oh, how did I forget this, didn't I follow so many beautiful anchors on TikTok?"
"Why not try gifting the female anchors and see if I get any cashback rewards?"
"If it works, I won't have to do anything in the future. All I have to do is gift the beauties, being the top of the leaderboards every day. Wouldn't I eventually become the world's richest person?"
"You, Sheila, have always belittled me, right? From now on, I will stay with beautiful anchors every day, switching from one each day. Each is ten, a hundred times more beautiful than you!"
Upon thinking of it, Maxwell immediately picked up his phone and opened TikTok to search for beauties in the live broadcasting rooms.
"Not bad, this one is very beautiful, System Brother, what do you think about this one?"
System: "..."
Seeing the system not responding, Maxwell continued to swipe.
"Oh wow, this one is pretty good, just look at these perfect legs!"
The system still gave no response.
Having no choice, Maxwell kept swiping to the next live room.
"Wow, this one should be fine, such an attractive mature woman!"
System: "...."
Helpless, Maxwell swiped through more than thirty female anchors in a row, yet still did not receive a response from the system.
"I say, System bro, what do you mean by this? None of them are suitable?"
[Ding: The host can only target women who he actually knows and is familiar with in real life, according to this system's criterion.]
Hearing these words, Maxwell was almost ready to curse out loud.
Why the hell didn't you say that earlier; I've wasted so much time for nothing.
Just as he was about to give up, planning to return to university tomorrow to try his luck with several of the university beauties he had met...
He inadvertently swiped to a familiar face; it was his university Arts Elective teacher, Miss.Betty's livestream.
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for locking the target that meets the system's criteria]
Name: Miss.Betty
Age: 28
Height: 172cm
Beauty score: 95
Strategy for pursuit: 0
Favorability: 10
Maxwell didn't take his eyes off the screen as he watched Miss.Betty. Her usually graceful big wavy hair is now wrapped up high into a playful bun.
That tight black dance suit she had on accentuated the curve of her beautiful figure.
Especially those long and beautiful legs, even in flat dancing shoes, remained astonishingly straight, almost as if piercing directly into the heart.
Maxwell found himself slightly entranced, feeling his heartbeat quicken.
Miss.Betty, twenty-nine years old, was in the prime of her womanhood.
Unlike young, naive girls, she exuded an aura of mature femininity.
That tight dance outfit further emphasized her figure in a dazzling display, almost making it impossible for eyes to look away.
Maxwell stared in awe, thinking, “No wonder she’s a dance teacher – she’s absolutely stunning!”
He reminisced about his third year of college, when he had chosen an art history course to accompany George Martins.
George Martins had mentioned wanting to improve her artistic cultivation, and Maxwell had signed up unhesitatingly.
Little did he know that this decision would lead him to meet the enchanting teacher, Miss.Betty.
However, at that time, there were no privileges like live broadcasting. The classes were held in ordinary classrooms, with the emphasis on the evolution of dance as an art form rather than teaching dance skills.
The probability of encountering an attractive female teacher in college is rather low, but Miss.Betty was an exception.
Not only was her face exceptional, but her body and temperament were also top-notch.
This left Maxwell with a deep impression of this beauty of a teacher that was hard to forget.
In fact, Miss.Betty's attractiveness was well renowned throughout Herbert University, making her a campus goddess.
At that moment, the system beeped an alert.
[Ding: Target located]
[Ding: The target's current favorability toward the host is 5, purchasing for the target will yield 5 times cashback]