A true tycoon dared to waste money.
Simply put, they spent money on things that purely pleased themselves but left others baffled. They did not care much about outside opinions.
In contrast, Niu Zhihong spent every cent right on the edge of showing off.
"He's no longer just a rich underclassman. We need to hit back hard!"
Poet, music creator, leatherworker, silversmith, golden left cheek... that was what Niu Zhihong called himself.
He had to do something to reclaim the traffic that belonged to him.
After all, Niu Zhihong had always wanted to take the influencer route. His future plans included appearing on variety shows and even entering the entertainment industry, and his family intended to pave the way for him. The image of a young master from a prestigious university had to be entertaining enough to make it into the entertainment circle.
After listening to his roommate talk about that game for a while, Niu Zhihong smiled faintly. "Photography Bro, do you know why no girls have been paying attention to you lately?"
"Why?"
"Picking up girls isn't as simple as throwing money around or showing off your muscles. A good platform is important... For example, why did Su Bai sponsor the Anime Club? That thing doesn't have much of a reputation. It's just a purely recreational club. If I spent money sponsoring the Anime Club, my father would probably laugh at me during family dinners."
"Then what's he doing it for? Don't tell me Su Bai earned all his money himself and isn't under his family's control?"
Photography Bro casually mocked him, accidentally speaking the truth.
But Niu Zhihong shook his head with a mysterious expression. "That's not important. What matters is that the Anime Club is now Su Bai's turf. With this platform, it'll be much easier