Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies - Chapter 157: What Is a 'Chicken'

Chapter 157: What Is a ‘Chicken’

The room contained three girls, all dressed seductively, each with a unique allure. One appeared mature and alluring, with a figure like a ripe peach, seemingly ready to burst with a touch. Another looked petite and innocent but had an astonishingly voluptuous figure, the classic combination of a youthful face with a mature body. The third had a high-class, cold demeanor, with a slender figure about 1.8 meters tall, and a perfect body ratio. Zhang Yi recognized her as a famous model with over five million online followers.

Seeing them, Zhang Yi’s gaze inevitably wandered, unsure where to settle. He couldn’t help but sigh, “The way the rich enjoy themselves is indeed sophisticated and professional.”

Holding his gun, Zhang Yi walked into the room. The three girls, frightened, huddled together in a corner. One looked sad, another pitiful, and the last one disdainful. The mix of these emotions only made them more enticing.

“No wonder they’re professionals. Just a look and a move can be so captivating.”

If it were any other typical man, he might have lost control by now. But this was Zhang Yi, and the outcome was slightly different.

He scanned them with his eyes and asked, “Are you ‘Chicken’?”

The girls’ faces instantly turned ugly upon hearing this term.

“How can you insult us like that? We are not ‘Chicken,’ we’re guests here!” one protested.

Zhang Yi glanced at their scantily clad bodies, his meaning clear. “Whose family lets guests dress like this? Is it some kind of family tradition?”

The sarcasm made the girls feel embarrassed, trying to cover up with their hands, but there was too much exposed skin to cover.

Zhang Yi pulled a chair over and sat in front of them, his gun casually swinging. “So, where are you ‘Chicken’ from?”

Although the women were beautiful and had stunning figures, possibly skilled in various advanced techniques, Zhang Yi had a particular sense of cleanliness and didn’t like sharing women. If they had no other skills, he would throw them out. He didn’t keep freeloaders.

Yes, this billion-dollar shelter was now his.

Seeing the gun, the girls dared not resist. The tall, high-class-looking girl, however, stubbornly said, “I’m not a ‘Chicken’!”

“Not a ‘Chicken’? Then what are you?” Zhang Yi asked.

“I’m a socialite!” she declared proudly.

“A socialite?” Zhang Yi nodded. “Oh, that means ‘Chicken’!”

In Tianhai City, socialites were essentially high-class ‘Chicken,’ a fact well-known to locals like Zhang Yi.

The high-class girl stomped her foot in anger, “I’m not! I have a master’s degree from Tianhai University, an English major with a level eight proficiency, and a national level seven in ballet!”

Zhang Yi nodded, “Oh, so you’re a ‘Chicken’?”

The girls were furious. The mature, sexy one took a deep breath and said, “That’s a prejudice against us. The men we interact with are all high society. We elevate ourselves through these interactions.”

“Don’t compare us with ‘Chicken.’ To integrate into high society, you need more than a pretty face and a good body. We also need high-level education and rich inner qualities.”

Zhang Yi clapped his hands, “Well said! So, does your way of interacting with high society men include intimate relations?”

The girls exchanged glances. The mature one argued, “That does happen, but we’re not ‘Chicken.’ We have choices. Only when we deem the person worthy do we engage in intimate relations.”

The high-class girl added, “My body, my choice. It’s modern times, and your view is discriminatory against women.”

The cute girl, pouting, said, “Don’t be prejudiced against us!”

Zhang Yi laughed. “So, you’re still ‘Chicken’!”

The three girls shouted in unison, “We are not!”

Zhang Yi waved dismissively, “What’s the big deal? Making money isn’t shameful. Being able to get into Wang Siming’s house means you’re top-tier ‘Chicken.’ If society allowed it, you’d deserve an award.”

The cute girl couldn’t take it anymore. Glaring at Zhang Yi, she said, “Do you know how hard we work? I won a national piano competition and can play ‘Flight of the Bumblebee.’ Have you heard of it?”

‘Flight of the Bumblebee’ made Zhang Yi raise an eyebrow. He was familiar with the piece from a movie he liked, “The Legend of 1900.” The climax featured the protagonist playing this complex piece, leaving Zhang Yi awestruck at the pianist’s skill.

He looked at the cute girl in surprise, “You can really play it?”

Proudly, she lifted her chin, “Of course! I play it excellently!”

The high-class girl also said, “I can play it too!”

Zhang Yi laughed. Playing ‘Flight of the Bumblebee’ required at least an eighth-grade proficiency in piano, with nine being the highest. These girls were among the nation’s best pianists, yet they turned to this life.

“It’s a laughable world. The apocalypse brings fairness in death,” Zhang Yi thought. Despite their talents, the lure of money was irresistible.

Zhang Yi’s lustful gaze diminished as he looked at them. Raising his gun, he ordered, “Turn around and lean against the wall.”

The girls, misunderstanding his intent, smirked. Men were all the same, they thought, wanting to take advantage in the end.

Pretending to be scared, they turned and leaned against the wall, skilled in the act.

Zhang Yi took out some ropes and zip ties from his spatial space, binding them tightly, using a professional technique known as ‘tortoise shell binding.’

At first, they thought he wanted to play bondage games, but soon realized he was serious. After securing them, Zhang Yi threw them into the pet room and locked the door.Th.ê most uptod/at𝓮 n𝒐vels a/re published on n(0)velbj)n(.)c/o/m

There was no time to relax. Zhang Yi was not driven by lust and needed to ensure the house was safe. He had more exploring to do.