I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 3 - 3 003 The first target

The Ultimate Bootlicker System?

Jiang Chen questioned whether the chaotic atmosphere in the bar had tricked him into hearing things.

After all, the term “bootlicker” had stuck to him like a shadow over the last year, echoing no matter where he turned.

Jiang Chen brushed off the earlier voice and prepared to raise his glass once more when the cold, mechanical tone rang out again.

[The Ultimate Bootlicker System has been activated. Select your first pursuit target immediately.]

Jiang Chen froze in place.

This sound…

It echoed straight within his mind!

He quickly looked toward his three roommates, but they showed no signs of hearing it; clearly, it was just for him.

[Host: Jiang Chen]

[Bootlicking Credit Limit: One hundred trillion RMB]

[Personal Discretionary Budget: 0]

[Number of Pursued Individuals: 0]

[Pursuit Target: None]

A display appeared as if projected onto his eyes, and reading the details left Jiang Chen utterly dumbfounded.

Apparently…

This wasn’t some hallucination.

He may never have tasted pork, but he’d certainly watched pigs scamper about.

Back in the day, he’d been hooked on those fantastical online novels full of wild ideas.

Was this the legendary system kicking in?!

Jiang Chen’s breath grew rapid.

One hundred trillion?

That was an insane fortune!

Not even the richest magnate in the nation could boast a fraction of that sum, could he?

Yet why was his personal spending allowance set at nothing?

Did that imply he couldn’t touch this cash at all?

[The Bootlicking Credit Limit serves as a dedicated pool for the host’s bootlicking pursuits. In essence, all costs tied to chasing a target draw from the Bootlicking Fund, though the host’s own personal outlays remain uncovered by it.]

Jiang Chen caught the gist.

So basically, he could splash this one hundred trillion only on ladies, without a single cent for his own needs?

[The host can interpret it in that manner.]

The first wave of shock began to settle, and Jiang Chen’s expression spasmed.

Little wonder his personal budget sat at zero.

What good was such a massive ceiling if he couldn’t dip into it for himself?

[Helpful note: Upon the host’s successful pursuit of a target, reaching the necessary affection threshold, ten percent of the entire Bootlicking Funds expended on that target will transform into the host’s personal holdings and boost the personal discretionary budget.]

What a surprising development, a real game-changer.

Jiang Chen’s enthusiasm reignited.

He got it now, fully comprehended.

This Ultimate Bootlicker System demanded he play the bootlicker role, lavishing one woman after another with extravagant outpourings, and upon winning her heart to fulfill the task, ten percent of every penny dropped would convert to his own fortune!

It certainly earned its title as the Ultimate Bootlicker System.

Now that he’d unraveled the system’s mechanics, Jiang Chen felt a swirl of emotions.

Bootlicking?

He was no stranger to that skill.

But the real issue lay in…

After the heartbreak from Ai Qian, he’d sworn off it all, aiming to wipe the slate clean and reinvent himself.

Luo Peng and the others had joined him for drinks this evening to toast his step toward a better life.

His eyes scanned Luo Peng and his buddies, leaving Jiang Chen torn between paths.

Should he slip back into old habits…

Or rise above and carry himself with pride?

“Hey, Jiang Chen, why the blank stare? Drink already!”

The oblivious Luo Peng prodded him.

“Gulp…”

Gripping his glass tightly, Jiang Chen tossed back the contents in a single swallow.

Screw it, time to embrace the bootlicking life.

What was there to fear!

After all, this was one hundred trillion on the line!

Even if just ten percent ended up as his, that still meant ten trillion!

Earning that through a post-grad job would likely take him from the beginning of time until its end.

There’s an old adage that fits perfectly.

Licking one soul makes you a lapdog.

Licking the masses turns you into a downright battle-hardened wolf!

“I need to hit the restroom.”

With his resolve hardened, Jiang Chen placed his glass down, rose to his feet, and made for the bathroom, where he splashed water from the sensor tap onto his face.

Sobriety washed over him more clearly.

This wasn’t a dream.

Gazing at his dripping reflection in the mirror, Jiang Chen broke into a grin.

From this moment on, his destiny stood poised for monumental upheaval.

———-

“Oh ho, what do we have here? If it isn’t the campus’s infamous Jiang Chen, top-tier lapdog?”

As he returned.

A wave of mocking laughter erupted close by.

Jiang Chen whipped around and spotted a group of heavily made-up stunners, all sporting short skirts and sheer black stockings, outfits that screamed allure.

In the bar’s pulsing lights, it took a beat for him to place them as students from the school’s Art Institute.

Among them appeared to be the institute’s reigning beauty.

“Jiang Chen, where’s Ai Qian hiding?”

One girl fluttered her lashes, her lobes dangling with oversized silver hoops that lent an air of sophistication as they swung, her snug crop top hinting at subtle curves, utterly enticing.

Indeed, Art Institute girls knew their way around style.

“Beats me.”

Jiang Chen replied coolly.

His standoffish demeanor caught the Art Institute girls off guard, leaving them puzzled.

Was this the same notorious lapdog everyone knew?

“We’ve split up, so kindly stop linking her to me.”

Jiang Chen declared with a defiant edge.

The girls exchanged bewildered glances.

What on earth was unfolding?

Had the bootlicker finally turned over a new leaf?

Before they pieced it together, Jiang Chen’s focus shifted to the girl with bold eyeliner and lush lashes, perched with legs crossed, sipping her drink while disregarding him entirely, sparking a sudden thought.

Freshly equipped with his lapdog prowess, he needed to check if it held any power.

“Shu Rui, mind if I take a seat and share a drink with you?”

The words barely left his mouth.

The rest of the girls gaped in disbelief.

Shu Rui?

Was he seriously that bold already?

“Jiang Chen, do you think we’re buddies or something?”

The stunning girl lifted her gaze at last, her intense liner rendering her eyes magnetic and enchanting.

Though youthful, her body boasted sultry proportions, and from above, her revealing attire suggested a precarious balance, far surpassing Ai Qian by leagues.

Precisely.

One hailed from a hub of beauties as the star, while the other was just a classroom standout.

They weren’t even in the same league.

“We’re strangers for now, but give it a moment, and that’ll change.”

Plenty of guys might buckle under Li Shuru’s commanding vibe, but Jiang Chen? Who was he?

A seasoned bootlicker, his core trait was an impenetrable hide.

“Shu Rui, catch that? He’s angling to get acquainted with you.”

“Jiang Chen, shifting your sights to our Shu Rui after Ai Qian, huh?”

“Heh, sharp eye for talent!”

The girls, thriving on the escalating spectacle, chimed in with chaotic encouragement.

So the prime lapdog was pivoting to a new mark post-Ai Qian flop?

They’d half-expected him to wise up out of nowhere.

But after stumbling on the modest peak, he eyed a loftier summit…

Was that truly feasible?

“Thirsty for a drink? Fine, chug this bottle first.”

The beauty Li Shuru smirked faintly, nudging a bottle of imported spirits his way.

Right then.

A crisp “ding” resonated in Jiang Chen’s mind.

[Name: Li Shuru]

[Affection toward the host: -100]

[Lapdog relationship binding]

[Conquest objective: Reach a goodwill rating of 90 for success]

[Please begin lapdog actions promptly]