A six-year net savings of over $150,000, an inspirational story from a remote area, illustrates what it means to laugh at poverty but not at prostitution.

(Here, "I" does not refer to myself, but rather the perspective of the narrator. This article is completely unrelated to cryptocurrency.)

I have mixed feelings about A-Miao's story. On one hand, I want to write it to inspire others, but on the other hand, her story is intertwined with too many interests and moral compromises. Yet for her, everything is worth it.

"Tomorrow I'm leaving, so give me a little something," A-Miao had already put on her clothes. As I watched her back, my mind involuntarily recalled that just 20 minutes ago she was lying in my arms, and 40 minutes ago we were entangled together. I really liked the dazed look in her eyes when she was beneath me, and I preferred that she never faked her moans but instead loudly expressed how comfortable she felt. What I liked most was when she was facing away from me; after I deeply penetrated her, her legs would instinctively curl forward and tightly squeeze me.

Just as I was savoring the moment, A-Miao said to me, "Count the gift as $40." Her words pulled me back to reality.

This place is not wealthy; I cover her expenses for a day, which is about $400. I had booked her for three days, and today is the last day. Tomorrow she will return to the countryside to see her parents. During these three days, A-Miao was very cooperative; whenever I wanted her, no matter the time, she would be ready to serve me. More importantly, she would wait for me to return before sleeping, just like a wife waiting for her husband to come home.

Yesterday, I returned late. When I opened the door, she and her sister were lying on the sofa. When her sister saw me come back, she patted A-Miao's butt, and only then did A-Miao, still half-asleep, look at me and sweetly say, "Why did you come back so late? I fell asleep waiting for you."

Her sister was the farewell gift she gave me today. Of course, this gift required an additional payment of $400, but I was quite surprised that A-Miao took the initiative to call her sister over. Later, I learned that she could earn quite a bit in referral fees. And I got to enjoy the benefits on the last day.

"By the way, you haven't reimbursed me for yesterday's meal. Today you also need to give me a gift and help me buy some gifts for my parents. You owe me a total of $120," she said. Upon hearing this, I instinctively frowned. I had given her a $20 meeting gift when I first met her. The next day, when I went out to eat with Brother B, she took a picture of me eating pizza and captioned it with just two words: "Miss you."

I was so touched that when I got home that night, I reimbursed her for the meal, $40. Then today, she took her sister out for Japanese food, which also cost $40. Later, I mentioned this to Brother B.

Brother B simply replied, "You're an idiot." Then he added, "Why give her money? That's just inflating the price; really stupid."

I thought about how she had accompanied me for three days, eating and living with me, but these past two days she had gone out with Brother B. It was inconvenient to take her out at night. Of course, during these three days, I had taken her out for two meals as well, both around $500, which is considered luxurious in this area. So I felt it was reasonable for her to ask me to reimburse her for the meal, even though I also felt a bit foolish.

Seeing that I had been silent for a while, A-Miao finally stopped tidying her clothes, bounced back to my bed, and kissed me hard on the face. I have very little resistance to a girl's coquetry, and she knows I'm shy. She has mentioned more than once in front of me that Brother T is bad, while I am a good person, because Brother T always haggles with her and never gives extra tips, while the tips I have given her so far are equivalent to half a day's income for her.

"Here, you really drained me dry. I’m giving you my last $120," I said to A-Miao. "After you leave, I won't have money to eat."

A-Miao looked at me seriously and said she would order takeout for me, treating me. I asked her what she would order, and she said, "How about rice noodles? They're delicious and only $1." I playfully slapped her on the butt. A-Miao's butt is real; she hasn't had surgery, and her breasts are real too, though a bit small, but they feel very good and soft.

Completely different from her sister.

Every night when A-Miao slept with me, she would wear a black sexy nightgown and a thong. Every time I went to bed, she would hug me tightly, more like a girlfriend. This was something I had never experienced through spending money, so after A-Miao leaves, I am determined to have a proper relationship. With A-Miao, I truly felt the taste of love, even though I knew this love was only worth $400 a day.

"How much have you saved up until now?" I asked her as she counted the money I had given her. The amount in dollars was just my converted figure, while the local currency unit is quite large; she needed to count for the $120.

Perhaps caught off guard, she almost blurted out, "Almost $155,000."

A-Miao had told me on the first day that she was 24 years old. Having over $150,000 in savings at 24 is impressive, not just in her area but even in Shanghai, this amount could sustain a long time. At 24, I couldn't even imagine having $150,000; it would have been good enough if I didn't have to ask my parents for money to cover living expenses.

Even now, $150,000 isn't a huge amount for me, but thinking about it, that could almost buy two Bitcoins. At this thought, I felt a pang of regret. $150,000, in dollars, is quite a lot.

I suppressed my envy and forced a smile, asking her, "What are you saving all that money for? To get married and give it to your husband?" After saying this, I realized that aside from a hint of jealousy, I felt a strange emotion I couldn't quite describe, like a line I had seen a few years ago.

The person I love got married, but the groom is not me.

Of course, it was just a fleeting feeling, perhaps a sense of possessiveness. Even now, when I think of A-Miao, I remember her not-so-pretty face, her short stature, and her lack of curves. What did I like about her? Perhaps it was more about cost-effectiveness. But why did she have to leave? I felt a twinge of reluctance, and I didn't resist that feeling.

"I want to save $190,000 to buy land and build a house in my hometown," A-Miao answered me seriously. In fact, before she came back to me, I had already thought of at least six or seven answers, but this was the only one I hadn't considered. A-Miao has three older brothers, all of whom are married and have left home to live independently. Although A-Miao moved to a big city away from her parents, she almost goes home every month to see them. During these three days, I teased her a few times, and she showed a longing for home.

Later, I told Brother B about this. He took a deep drag on his cigarette and said, "Girls here start working early, usually by 18 at the latest. They have been to the KTV where A-Miao works a few times, and they met A-Miao there because she was one of the few who could speak a little Chinese. So, in six years, she saved over $150,000."

When he told this to Uncle Cat @Cato_CryptoM and me, Uncle Cat took out a calculator, calculated for a while, and said, "That's not much. It's only about 20% of her income." He explained that Brother B had told him that the girls at KTV can earn well, with some making $15,000 a month, while those who don't earn as well can still make around $10,000. However, girls like A-Miao, who are already 24, are considered old, and their booking rates are not very high.

After hearing Uncle Cat's calculations, I told him that $15,000 is the upper limit, and $10,000 isn't something they can earn every month. I carefully calculated for Uncle Cat that I paid her $400 for a day, and she agreed to that price and didn't go to work because $400 is definitely higher than her daily wage. Calculating for a month with 22 working days, that's less than $9,000, and she might not even make $400 every day.

So, in reality, her savings might be around 35% to 50% of her total income, considering she also has to take care of her skin. Many women here have dark skin, but A-Miao is very fair, whiter than many women I've seen. At this thought, another scene flashed in my mind: after we finished our last passionate encounter on the first day, I lazily lay in bed while A-Miao took a long time to come out of the bathroom.

I pushed open the bathroom door while naked, and A-Miao had one leg draped over the bathtub and the other leg standing on the floor, her whole body covered in something that smelled good, like lotion. That fair and elastic body made me want to be with her again, but unfortunately, I had already entered the "sage time."

As he spoke to us, he unconsciously rubbed his crotch several times. "If I had a cigarette, I would really want to smoke one." As soon as he finished speaking, Uncle Cat handed him a cigarette. He held it in his hand but didn't smoke it. At this point, I finally understood why he could describe so many details; he had developed a feeling for A-Miao, the girl who had only accompanied him for three days, a feeling he was desperately trying to avoid.

"I really want to find a good girl and have a proper relationship." After saying this, he crumpled the cigarette in his hand.

When A-Miao mentioned buying land and building a house, I remained in a daze until A-Miao and her sister left my room. Actually, saying I was dazed isn't quite right; it felt like a thunderclap had struck my mind. Although I often say that we laugh at poverty but not at prostitution, when I consciously realized that a KTV girl could save so much money, I truly felt I should do something. Compared to her, I was just someone living off others.

"Old Ni, I'm quite envious of you." He said this to me. "I envy you for having a clear goal and being able to work hard for it. I can't imagine how you've persisted all these years. To be honest, you and A-Miao are the same kind of person; people like you are quite scary, willing to fight for your goals. And I, although I have some money, don't know what I want to do. I don't even have a goal."

I couldn't fathom what kind of belief could make such a small girl endure my almost insulting commands. I wouldn't let her stop, and she would continue to serve me even if her mouth was swollen. "You know, I'm still young, and my needs are strong. She has never refused." I knew she wasn't afraid of me; she was afraid I wouldn't pay her if I was dissatisfied. Her money wasn't actually from me; it was paid by Brother T. Brother T said that as long as I wasn't satisfied, he would deduct money. The payment wasn't made in advance but afterward; that's the rule.

I didn't even see A-Miao off when she left. I should have seen her off, but she left so decisively that I realized our transaction had ended. From the moment Brother T settled the bill for her, she no longer had to worry about my feelings; she could be completely herself.

"I really want to wish her well, but you know, she left over 24 hours ago and hasn't sent me a message." After saying this, he looked at his phone and self-deprecatingly smiled, "Write it down; what you wrote yesterday was pretty good. I read what you wrote and the comments. You write really well. I hope that when I think of A-Miao in the future, I can read your article again."

I earn much more than her, yet I found myself feeling a twinge of envy for her dream of $190,000. As for me, what do I really want? I don't know. I just want to make more money. This world never laughs at poverty, so in a sense, A-Miao and I are both prostitutes.

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