My blind date paper figure rejected me because I was poor, so my dad angrily burned ten trillion.

"That's all I know. If you have any other questions about paper figures, you can consult the neighborhood committee office. They're part of the system, so they definitely know more than we do, but you know how inefficient they are!"

Hai Ge shook his head, clearly showing no respect for the neighborhood committee.

"I see!"

Zhang Chen nodded.

He really didn't intend to ask that. Whether he would tell you or not is another matter; the key issue is that it costs money.

Although Zhang Chen is not short of money now, he doesn't have much affection for these places either.

Moreover, even if you ask, the information you get may not be true.

The secret of paper figures has always been a topic of gossip and popular discussion among neighbors, but it is also accompanied by a lot of false information, making it difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood.

Although Hai Ge couldn't explain Zhang Chen's doubts, he still gained something. At least he learned that there were other paper dolls that looked exactly the same. He had even heard of seven Yang Mi dolls, so there would probably be seven round ones as well.

"By the way, Hai-ge, what's going on with you?"

Zhang Chen stopped asking about his own affairs and took the opportunity to inquire about Hai Ge's situation.

This is just us showing concern, it's a normal reaction, and it's definitely not gossip, definitely not.

When Hai Ge heard Zhang Chen ask this question, he sighed heavily.

The once high-spirited pimp Hai is long gone; all that remains is Liu Fuhai, a former gangster boss now a poor, fat man whose livelihood has been destroyed, who is facing dire straits and is about to fall back into poverty and be on the verge of ruin.

That's right, Hai Ge's real name is Liu Fuhai.

It's just a pity that he's used up all his good fortune.

"Didn't I tell you last time? A customer ruined all three of my female figures. I didn't check them carefully enough at the time, thinking they'd at least leave me an opening. But when I was playing with them yesterday, I found out—damn it, they were all gone, just empty shells. I hadn't even put any effort into carrying Natasha's legs before they ripped them off, turning them into parts on the spot!"

Hai Ge gets so angry he trembles when he talks about it.

He only has three female paper dolls left.

It's not just about renting it out to customers to earn a meager living; you also need to use it yourself.

Who would have thought it would turn out like this?

Zhang Chen was completely dumbfounded.

No way? That's too brutal! They just ripped the leg off?

No wonder that old man Xing was talking so animatedly, saying he carried Natasha out by her leg; it turns out he wasn't just making it up.

This feels almost the same as when I was pulling Ye Wei's hair and carrying a paper doll's head; it's pretty creepy.

The difference is that one is your own paper doll, and the other is someone else's paper doll.

"Aren't there still two left?"

Zhang Chen said.

"Damn, the other two were the same; they fell apart before I even used any force!"

Hai Ge became more and more agitated as he spoke, and jumped up on the spot, pointing in a certain direction and starting to curse.

Zhang Chen felt a chill run down his spine.

I should have known better than to ask in the first place. I shouldn't have gotten so addicted to cursing. It's a bit much to start cursing myself too.

Fortunately, Hai Ge was still rational enough to calm down after venting his anger.

Zhang Chen didn't even need to say anything. He just poured out his heart like a wronged man, telling everyone what had happened to him.

Hai Ge became increasingly aggrieved as he spoke, and this grown man was almost in tears.

Zhang Chen understood.

After Hai Ge scattered his three paper figures, he was furious and went to settle accounts with the customer, carrying Natasha by one leg.

As it turned out, the customer had an even more explosive temper than him, and immediately gathered others to beat up Hai Ge.

The pimp Hai, a dignified member of the Taipingwu residential community, was beaten up like this.

Zhang Chen wanted to laugh when he heard that.

Let alone what happened below, even when they were alive, people hated this kind of thing.

Although the figures used below are paper figures, that's still considered low-class and has a terrible reputation.

Although many of Hai Ge's clients live in the same neighborhood, they all gossip about him behind his back.

After all, Hai Ge was in high spirits at the beginning, surrounded by a large group of women, and was once a well-known pimp in the underworld.

Unfortunately, just as Hai Ge said, the female paper doll's replenishment rate was far slower than its consumption rate.

As their numbers dwindled, Hai Ge's paper doll became increasingly worn and tattered with each use.

At first, they were able to attract high-end customers in nightclubs and even cooperate with factories.

In the end, the paper figures were either gone or torn to pieces, and Hai Ge went straight from the upscale residential area to the mortuary coffin room.

Living expenses were also cut back again and again, and in the end, everyone was scrambling for relief offerings along with them.

This can be described as a typical example of the "cutting line".

This kind of emotional journey would have broken an ordinary person long ago.

Hai Ge managed to keep going by relying on his initial capital and the three women he had left.

Today, it finally couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed.

Seeing Hai Ge's eyes filled with tears, this once fierce-looking gangster with tattoos on his arms looking as aggrieved as a homeless man, Zhang Chen could only reassure him, "Hai Ge, don't be discouraged, there's still a chance. Although things are a bit chaotic here, there's always hidden wealth in chaos. You'll make a comeback someday!"

"Can he really make a comeback?"

Hai Ge seemed encouraged and looked up to ask a question.

"Of course! Hai-ge, you're a capable man. Think of some ideas, and you'll definitely make a fortune!"

Zhang Chen said.

"Yes, yes, although I no longer have the paper dolls, I still have a lot of clients and connections, including many from Chengdu who offer very high prices. I might as well change my approach and stop selling paper dolls altogether!"

Hai Ge muttered to himself.

"That's right, people come up with solutions. A living person... no, a dead person, can they really die from holding in their pee?"

Zhang Chen continued to comfort him.

"Brother's right, thanks for the advice. Yeah, I've decided, I'm changing careers!"

Hai Ge's expression was solemn and serious, then he looked at Zhang Chen and immediately switched to a smiling, tiger-like demeanor. "Brother, I've got a great job for you. If you do it well, you'll be living the high life, and even moving out of the morgue won't be a problem. How about we team up?"

Zhang Chen: "..."

He was a little confused.

Immediately afterward, Hai Ge pulled out a business card and handed it to Zhang Chen, saying, "Brother, I got a really bad beating, so I just went to apply for a job. This is my business card; I think you have a lot of potential!"

Zhang Chen took it and saw that it had a pure black background with gilded patterns. The front had four large gilded characters that read "No. 1 Imperial Court" and was surrounded by silhouettes of beautiful women. The back had "Liu Fuhai" printed in smaller gilded characters.

Next comes an 11-digit number, and below that is the name.

"Male model scout, talent agent, rising salesperson at No. 1 Royal Court..."

Zhang Chen thought the guy looked really familiar.

Damn, isn't this the same business card of that refined scoundrel I threw away?

His face was a fascinating mix of emotions; he couldn't say anything, nor could he remain silent.

He glanced at Liu Fuhai, who looked at him like he was a money-making duck, his eyes filled with disgust.