Becoming a Billionaire after Divorce

Chapter 834 - 321: Romance in the Private Cinema (Part 2)

She didn’t find out exactly how much.The main reason was that the veterans kept it secret and were unwilling to reveal it.

But today, at this very moment, she was going to find out exactly how much this number was.

When she put down her phone and saw the number on the receipt, her heart nearly skipped a beat. To use an outdated phrase: she was so happy she could die.

"Thank you, boss, thank you, boss lady!" The waitress gave a deep bow, her words sweet like honey, making Wang Manman beside Sun Dasheng beam with joy.

"No need, this is your rightful earnings from your hard work, there’s no need for this." Sun Dasheng said with a smile, almost charming her on the spot...

Damn, she quickly needed to go change clothes.

She left, blushing, and closed the door properly.

The movie had just started when Sun Dasheng said: "How come it feels a bit hot inside?

Are you hot?

If you are, take off some clothes.

Wearing so thick, you’re sweating all over."

Sun Dasheng was just about to take off his clothes.

Wang Manman beside him grabbed his hand, "Don’t move, let me help you."

Wang Manman was like a devoted wife and mother.

Patiently helping him take off his clothes piece by piece.

As she undressed him, she said, "Is the air conditioner in the room set too high? Should I call the manager to adjust the temperature?"

Sun Dasheng shook his head, "It’s good to have it a bit high, with the temperature up, wearing less clothes is more comfortable.

Sometimes wearing so many clothes, it feels very uncomfortable physically.

What do you think?"

Wang Manman nodded, "You’re right, I see girls wearing very little even in the winter on the streets, and they even invented fleece-lined pants, this high technology.

Actually, leggings and fleece-lined pants are not as warm as cotton pants."

"Girls love to be beautiful, it’s understandable." Sun Dasheng said as he helped her take off her clothes.

Then he pulled her soft body into his arms.

His eyes were fixed on the movie screen.

But his hands were mischievously touching everywhere.

He spoke confidently, "You have so much flesh, it’s so comfortable to touch."

The word "flesh" seemed to be Wang Manman’s sensitive word.

She suddenly worriedly asked, "Have I gained weight recently? Gained weight, does it make me look bad? Have I gotten older?"

Sun Dasheng gave her a puzzled look, "No way, did I say you gained weight?"

"Then why did you call me fleshy?"

So that’s what it is.

Men and women seem to interpret the word "flesh" differently.

To men, flesh represents: health, voluptuousness, beauty.

To women, maybe it just means fat.

Clearly they have two completely different meanings.

When Sun Dasheng explained these opposing interpretations to Wang Manman.

Wang Manman nodded in agreement, "You’re right."

"So that’s what it is, I thought you disliked my weight."

"Not at all! Actually, men prefer women with a bit of flesh on them. Too skinny, like a bone demon, what’s attractive about that?

To speak frankly, touching them feels sharp and uncomfortable, no tactile pleasure, do you think men would prefer that?

This kind of preference is due to the prevalence of short videos on Douyin, where these women might look better than normal ones, with beautified photos appearing more attractive. This has led to this distorted aesthetic.

Really think that all men like thin and pale youth?

This is all a product of women’s own self-driven competition."

Listening to Sun Dasheng’s commentary, Wang Manman was stunned, she indeed never thought about it from this perspective.

She only often heard from online marketing accounts that men prefer thin and pale youth.

That’s why there are so many thin and pale young women.

Turns out, these are all fake news.

Sun Dasheng hugged her tightly, tapped her head, and said, "From now on, watch fewer of these marketing accounts. The internet marketing, to attract attention, basically has seven or eight falsehoods out of ten statements, all made up without any basis."

"Watching too many of these marketers makes your brain turn into ’dummy mode’ like that old auto-focus camera, you know."

"The camera had a mode where you just press a button to take a picture, no adjustments could be made.

If a person becomes like an auto-focus camera, they only know how to think and act in one way.

Their thinking will get duller and duller, always needing others to teach them, listening to others without independent thinking."

Wang Manman didn’t expect that her reading of marketing accounts would lead to Sun Dasheng giving such a lengthy lecture.

"Okay, okay, I won’t look at them anymore.

I only saw them because I was bored, scrolling through Douyin. After coming across those posts and reading a bit, I thought what they said made sense, so I looked a little more.

Who knew that later I’d be suggested more and more of the same type?

I didn’t intentionally want to see this kind of stuff.

Douyin is terrifying; it feels like it knows exactly what’s on everyone’s mind.

It knows what you like, what you like to hear, what you like to watch.

It keeps pushing all these things you like onto you, so that your life becomes full of things that match your preferences.

The words you say, the things you do, are all in line with your own understanding.

Over time, people’s thinking can become more extreme.

Because for every issue, you can basically only see one viewpoint, you don’t hear the second viewpoint, you don’t get more diverse opinions."

Sun Dasheng patted her head contentedly and said, "Looks like I misunderstood you. You haven’t been deeply brainwashed by these marketing accounts yet."

"That’s right." Wang Manman said with a smile.

"Alright, let’s watch the movie and stop talking about this."

Winter in Seoul was indeed very captivating.

The storyline was thrilling and kept people on the edge of their seats.

After the movie ended.

Wang Manman exclaimed in surprise, "How can such a small place like Korea make such good movies? Why can’t our country make films this good?"

Sun Dasheng said meaningfully, "That’s because they have too much material for movies.

If you regularly follow and pay attention to their current affairs news.

You’d know this film is actually very conservative.

Sometimes the things happening in real life there are more surreal than what’s shown in the movies."

"Really?" Wang Manman, who usually isn’t very interested in current affairs and is fully focused on being a housewife, couldn’t believe it.

"Are you saying the events in this movie actually happened over there?"

Sun Dansen laughed and nodded at her, "Yes."

"That’s truly surreal." Wang Manman marveled.

"Yes, Korea really is a magical country.

Probably only India can be compared to it worldwide.

Both of these countries are all about magical realism."

After watching the first somewhat exhilarating movie, the second one was a Japanese romance film.

Japanese romance films are either ridiculously dramatic or extremely innocent.

This romance film was ridiculously dramatic, with such a complex web of relationships that it was hard to follow.

Too outrageous, too outrageous, truly living up to its Japanese origin.

If such a theme were shown domestically, there’s no way it would pass the censor, right?

This film was too difficult for him to continue watching, but Wang Manman next to him seemed engrossed.

Bored, Sun Dasheng’s hands began to wander.

Wang Manman let him be.

However, her eyes remained fixed on the movie screen.

Seemingly watching very intently alone.

However, she soon couldn’t hold back anymore.

Primarily because the hands on her were too unruly, too reckless.

Unable to resist, she suddenly said, "Let’s go home."

"Go home?" Sun Dasheng suddenly paused and responded, "Why go home? The movie isn’t over yet."

Wang Manman gave him a reproachful look, "It’s inconvenient here, let’s go home where it’s safe."

"It is indeed safe at home, but it’s not as interesting as here. It’s not exciting at all."

...???...

After the excitement at the cinema, the timing was just right, and Nan Nan had finished school.

At the school gate, Sun Dasheng unexpectedly ran into this Mediterranean guy he saw earlier in the morning.

Despite his unremarkable appearance, his daughter was quite beautiful.

Sun Dasheng guessed he must have a very beautiful wife.

As soon as this thought crossed Sun Dasheng’s mind, a beautiful figure suddenly appeared next to the Mediterranean man.

Coldly saying, "Today the child is mine!"