"What utter shamelessness. A bunch of good-for-nothings."
Someone said indignantly, "As men, we should strive to forge ahead. Don't go dabbling in these crooked paths—what kind of ability is it to live off rich women? Of course, the reason I want to make this call isn't for money. Mainly, I just want to help people.
"After all, rich women like this have everything except a capable husband, and they're terribly lonely. I can't stand seeing women lonely, suffering like that. I want to lend her a hand. As for money, well, let fate decide."
"Damn, you sanctimonious bastard. You make it sound so grand, but you've just got your eye on the rich woman's looks."
Quite a few people sneered in disdain.
To be honest, the rich woman in the photo was breathtakingly beautiful. Put her anywhere, and she would be on the level of a royal princess or the holy maiden of some great sect—the kind of beauty that seemed to bubble over, a goddess-like figure.
Normally, they wouldn't stand a chance with a goddess like that even if she paid them. Yet now she was actually offering a hundred million as a reward to have a child, looking for a stud. This was a once-in-a-millennium opportunity, pie falling straight from the heavens.
Even if it weren't for the hundred million, they had to make the call just for a chance to savor her beauty.
Of course, with so many people talking, quite a few remained unmoved and suspicious.
But there were also plenty whose hearts had been stirred, with the drive to act.
At once, many people called the number.
Beep beep~
Before long, tens of thousands of calls came flooding in.
In ancient times, the line would naturally have been busy, but with an artificial intelligence like