01/02/25 - He’s mixing with the public. He’s even serving the people.
A discussion on how to get your boyfriend/husband to run errands for you:
It starts with a text exchange:
Girl: “Buy some groceries when you get off of work.”
Girl: “Also, get my delivery packages.”
Guy: “[reaction image that reads, “Brain is loading…”]
Girl: “Um……”
Girl: “Ding dong! Adventurer, you have new missions you can accept! Target: Purchase tomatoes [0/2]. Purchase eggs [0/2]. Purchase noodles [0/8 ounces]. Purchase onions [0/1]. Purchase barbecue seasoning [0/1]. Pick up delivery packages [0/4]. Time limit: Between 5:30PM to 6:30PM tonight. Mission rewards: Praise from your wife + a delicious serving of dinner. Respond with any reaction image to accept these missions.”
Guy: “[Reaction image that reads, “The Ender of Worlds is here!”] I promise to complete all these missions.”
Discussion reads, “So people have figured out how to hack men after all.”
“Clear instructions + gentle tone = nuclear powered donkey.”
“There’s instruction manuals on how to properly use me on the internet @_@“
“Like this?” [A screenshot of a string of texts responding “Completed” to the instructions, “Wash the frying pan.” “Wash the spatula.” “Put the lid on the tupperware.” “Throw away the paper towels.” “Wash the two green bowls.” “Put the yams back in the fridge.”]
“Before I started working, this might have seemed fun, but now that I am working, I’m having to deal with dumbass coworkers and dumbass bosses all day just to have to deal with a dumbass SO when I get off of work hahahahahaha it’s over. My life is over.”
“These story missions are way too simple. I would not just speedrun through them, but explore the route to see if there are any side missions. I am your slave.”
“I’m learning.” [Showing texts to SO which reads, “Ding dong! You have new yearly missions to complete! Target: Gift me a new tablet [0/1]. Take me on a seaside vacation for one week [0/1]. Gift me a new bag [whatever you can afford]. Gift me a gold necklace [0/1]. Mission time: 1/1/2025 to 12/31/2025. Mission reward: Praise from your wife + a delicious serving of dinner. Respond with any reaction image to accept these missions.”
“This is like you just finished the tutorial of the game and you already have to fight the big bad.”
“System notification: Ding! You have missed the time window of your mission. The mission have been picked up by player “Mr. Wang from Next Door” instead. [A colloquial term to refer to guys your wife cheat on you with.] System notification: Ding! You have received a new title, “Green-haired turtle”. [A term for “cuck” in Chinese] System notice: Ding! You have received new equipment “green hat”. [China’s cuck hat].”
“If my girlfriend told me to do stuff this way, my completion rate would be 100%. If they had no eggs, I would lay one my fucking self.”
“I would definitely have to seek out a hidden mission, “Purchase favourite cake [1/1]” before I head home.”
“”I blew all my savings marrying you…” But the house isn’t in my name. the car isn’t in my name, I brought the bride price back to our family, and even brought along my own dowry. You’re saying you blew everything you had on me, but what did I end up with?”
A compilation of comments: “You have all the blame.”
“At least you have a kid who doesn’t have your name.”
“I just read this out loud to my husband, and he responded, “You have me.””
“100K for a car is way too cheap, but 100K for a bride price is unthinkable.”
“It’s okay, at least all his debts are yours.”
“Do you believe that a good marriage isn’t born out of management, but because you picked the right person to begin with?”
“At least you get to be the scapegoat.”
“He’d have to blow his savings no matter who he married. He didn’t blow his savings to marry you.”
“My partner said that his family spent a ton of money on furnishing the house, and I was like, “You’d have to spend money on furnishing no matter what. It’s not like you did it for me.””
“You have to risk your life to birth a child that takes his name at the end of the day.”
“This world is making me feel like it’s all over if I ever associate with real-life men.”
“It’s never chicken soup for the heart that makes girls grow, but marriage and pregnancy and childbirth. That’s when you’ll discover all the ugliness in the world.”
“I would’ve told him off right back, “It’s not to marry me, but because you need to get married. You’d have to blow your savings no matter who you married because you didn’t have much savings to begin with. Stop PUA-ing me.”
“It’s only when I got married to him that I realised he’ll always take his family’s side.”
“My brother makes 900K a year but my SIL doesn’t have a job. One time they had a fight and at the end, my SIL asked for a divorce. My brother happily accepted, and when they walked out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, my brother told my SIL, “If things get too hard for you, you can always ask me for help.” My SIL didn’t say anything and just nodded silently and walked off.
900K yearly wages and yet his wife quit her job. The day he got divorced, my brother was happy like he’d just won the lottery. And the doors of the Civil Affairs Bureau, he generously said, “You can come find me if you ever have any trouble.” She nodded and walked away.
Several months later, I went over to his house and it was a mess. He had a bear growing like he was homeless. I was like, “Bro, what happened to you?” And he smiled bitterly, “I can’t be bothered to clean up when I’m just by myself.” I can tell that he’s missing her.
Later on, I ran into her on the street. She’d lost some weight but she looked lively. She said she found a job. It doesn’t pay much but she’s happy. I told her that my brother wasn’t doing well, and she looked really complicated and didn’t say anything.
A couple of days later, my brother called me, excited like a little kid. “Bro, guess who I ran into today? She asked me out to dinner!” I was so happy! Something might happen here!
They started contacting each other. My brother gathered up his courage and proposed for a second time, and she agreed. Turns out, after splitting up, they both reflected on themselves. My brother realised he’d been ignoring her, treating her like a piece of decoration. And she understood his work was hard and she shouldn’t be so unreasonable.
Now they’re remarried, getting along better than ever. This mess has ended up as a comedy. But now they need to make a lot of plans for that 900K. After all, housework can’t be solved with money. My brother has to treasure this second opportunity. After all, wives aren’t something you can abandon when you want and pick up again when you want.”
Comments say, “900K a year wasn’t enough for him to hire a maid?”
“The last post you made was exactly the same but the wage was 800K. You just raised the number by 100K.”
“They’re both cheap.”
“Japanese escorts [male] have such abstract mental states.”
[A poster showing a Deputy Deputy Yui, former government official, current Prince. Working at a club called “Trump”.]
Comments say, “This is a government worker who got into sex work, not a sex worker who got a government job.”
“Hahahahaha, at first, I thought you had to pass the civil servant exam to work as an escort in Japan XD”
“He’s mixing with the public.”
“He’s even serving the people.”
“Hahahaha, did they have to use such an unsexy title as Deputy Director so-and-so?”
“Trump Reborn: I’m a Sex Worker in Japan.”
“I’ve come across his ex-coworker on Xiao Hong Shu who said that the reason he got into sex work was because he wanted to know how much societal demand there was for a face with no plastic surgery.”
“Hahahaha, that is such a fucked up reason.”
“All I saw was “former government worker” and “trump” and my first reaction was, “Trump became a prostitute?””
“That would be way too much photoshop then XD”
“Government worker working overtime to help improve the development of city night economy.”
“As far as the customer service expected in Japanese government offices goes, I feel like he has enough experience to make this career change.”
“I want to ask you guys what it’s like when you’re loved?
I’ve met this girl who didn’t get along too much with her dad.
I asked her while chatting what her dad’s job is, and she froze for a while and ended up telling me she doesn’t really know her dad.
She went over to Europe by herself for schooling when she was just ten years old. One time, her dad came over to visit her.
When he was going to leave, she went with him to the airport after dark. Her dad walked in the gate, she waved to him, and turned to go to the train station in the dark.
The train station was under maintenance so she had to take a detour. It was a pretty long walk and the street lamps were broken.
She walked really quickly. Meanwhile, some passers-by walked past her and a guy even bumped into her.
She didn’t dare to turn her head the whole time.
A long time later, she went back to China and ate with her dad.
While chatting, her dad brought up that she’s very carefree, no caution at all, it’s very easy for other people to screw her.
She laughed, but she felt upset and angry in her heart.
She’s never felt approval or care or love from her dad.
In all these years, no matter how hard she worked, disguised herself, lied, did everything the way he wanted her to, he would only point out where she had failed.
He’ll write “Read” on the answers she turned into him, but never actually give her a score.
She tried to hold it down, but she still ended up asking, “What evidence do you have for saying that about me?”
Her dad stared at her and said, “12th of December, 2013, you walked me to the airport and took a little alleyway to get to the train station. I was following behind you the whole time.”
I watched you that day, such a tiny girl, practically flying down the street, not paying attention to anything, not even looking at the people around you.
A guy bumped into you and you didn’t even respond to him, just kept your head down and kept walking.
It was really cold. The street was dark. And it was snowing. You spent 20 minutes walking a 2km path. And even after you got on the train, you never noticed that someone was stalking you this whole time. What if I was a bad guy?
What if you ran into danger and didn’t have time to react?
You’re growing. Life is very long. There’s bound to be a day when I can no longer protect you.
The little girl lowered her head to drink some water to hide her red eye rims.
She remembered that night too.
It was cold. The road was very dark. She walked really, really quickly.
Back then, she wasn’t afraid at all. Her head was filled with her new life.
She barrelled into the darkness like a bullet, happily throwing behind her complicated family relationships and emotional entanglements.
She couldn’t wait.
She wanted freedom.
But she never knew that where she couldn’t see, someone was always following at a distance, protecting her, silently escorting her somewhere far away.
The girl suddenly recalled that she’s been walking quickly all these years and never remembered to look back.
Yeah, that little girl was me.
Maybe love is silent.”