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Zhao Tiezhu's updated Moments post: Though old, I still burn with youthful fervor. Inspired by poetic inspiration, I composed an erotic poem:

The red lotus fragrance fades, the jade mat chills in autumn. She loosens her silk robes and boards the orchid boat alone.

No way to dispel these feelings; they leave my brow, only to rise within my heart.

A Branch of Plum Blossom by the Big Shot Li Qingzhao, a timeless masterpiece.

It was an ordinary enough lyric poem. No one would find anything strange after reading it, probably assuming he really had simply been struck by poetic inspiration. But it was a boudoir lament about a woman yearning for her lover. Zhao Tiezhu was a man upright through and through, untainted by vines or branches. Even if inspiration struck, he should not have written this sort of poem. Besides, his Chinese teacher had definitely been his PE teacher—he could not even tell poetry from lyric poetry.

Most importantly, he had deliberately @'d him.

He posted a lyric about a woman longing for someone, then @'d him. What was that supposed to mean?

Of course Qin Ze understood. If he did not, then he would not deserve the title Sea Ze King.

He immediately called Zhao Tiezhu. The ringtone went on for ages, but no one answered. He called again, and this time, the call was hung up the moment it connected. Qin Ze refused to give up and kept calling.

"I'm not buying insurance, not buying commercial property, and I'm not interested in stocks. If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up." The moment the call connected, Zhao Tiezhu rattled off a string of words like a machine gun.

"Tie Zhu Ge, you're joking again. It's me, Qin Ze." Qin Ze's tone could not have been gentler.