Treasure Trove of a Man

The netizens watching were all taken aback by Bart's response. It felt strange, because that bastard Bart was definitely not usually this easy to talk to.

His words sounded reasonable enough, but sure enough, Bart posted another message: I said this last time—poor bastards, stop provoking me. Look at how much money I have. If you can put up one-fifth of it, I'll play a round with you. Otherwise, wouldn't I be much more comfortable spending my honeymoon at home?

Seeing Bart's reply, the watching netizens immediately felt relieved. They had thought that bastard had somehow changed for the better.

Seeing the more than twenty billion in Bart's account balance, countless netizens were consumed by envy, jealousy, and hatred.

Bart had also set up a laboratory and bought several private islands. Those private islands were not family property; they belonged to Bart personally.

That was money from all of us netizens! That shameless bastard actually had the nerve to say we had all been betting on that swindler Cleaner to win. Looking back now, quite a few people had made tens of billions just like Bart! They took our money, then came back to flaunt it in our faces and call us poor bastards!

Still, there really were not many people who could put up four or five billion for a gamble.

Ninety-nine percent of noble children received their money on a monthly basis.

The luxury goods they used were also family tax deductions. For example, some heavily promoted teas were really just luxury goods being bought between several friendly families. You buy my luxury tea, I buy your luxury tobacco, and both sides use the purchases to offset taxes.

But the Empire was vast. There would always be people who considered themselves geniuses, as well as people who simply