Then there was Fang Feifei, whom he wasn't very fond of. It turned out she had a hidden personality disorder. Her strong self-destructive tendencies at one stage were, in retrospect, downright chilling.
The only woman who made Han Lie feel affection and warmth was actually Yu Yun.
Never mind that she specialized in casting a wide net, keeping many 'fish' on the line; she portrayed that sort of cheap kindness with extre conviction. Otherwise, Han Lie wouldn't have been so hopelessly devoted to her.
Chamu Yun not only knew how to act but also targeted her audience with extre precision. She only cast her net within her own departnt, never bothering with the higher-tier rich second generations from the International Relations Institute. So, her eventual, clean marriage to Duan Xiaoyi might have seed surprising to outsiders, but in reality, it was a masterstroke perfectly aligned with the principle of maximizing benefits.
Look at that. Han Lie, a youth from a small town, leaves Novice Village only to find that every girl he encounters is a boss-level character. How is he supposed to fight that? He can't! It's impossible! If only there had been one kind and gentle girl who respected him and could have taught this loser Lie about a man's responsibilities, he wouldn't have lived his previous life so numbly. Of course, the young Han Lie didn't understand the wisdom of "marrying a virtuous wife." He had high aspirations but lacked the ability to achieve them, so he himself bore most of the responsibility. Now he understood: the greatest fortune for a diocre man was to marry an unattractive but virtuous wife early on, building a family and a career simultaneously. Unfortunately, he no longer needed to follow that simple life philosophy. It was an understanding that had co too late to matter.
「Back to the matter at hand.」
It was precisely because of Yu Yun's shrewdness that Han Lie never rushed things when trying to reel her in. He essentially let her roam free, subtly spreading his influence to pressure her from the sidelines and ignite her unwillingness to give up. Logically, given her personality, upon realizing the situation was untenable, she should have quickly withdrawn to cut her losses. But Han Lie, while still in school, had been thoroughly rotten. He frequently found excuses to freeload off her and occasionally took minor physical liberties, weaving the false impression that, We almost had a chance—we were so close.
Thus, as Han Lie beca increasingly successful, she had no choice but to repeatedly convince herself: Yun Yun, you can do it! Just hang in there! The potential return on investnt is so high; the effort now is completely worth it!
Every day, passing by the dormitory building, she would see Xi Luting's rarely driven luxury car. Then there was Wang Tianqing's glamorous life and Yin Qin making a killing. Anyone would feel their composure crack. How many years would an underperforming student from a third-rate university have to work to afford that R8? Even if one didn't covet such a high-end toy, just considering the 20,000 to 30,000 yuan commission Yin Qin earned each month from her modeling agency business was enough to make anyone green with envy. Yin Qin claid to outsiders that she only earned around 20,000 yuan in "hard-earned money," but who knew how many tis greater the actual figure was? And what had she sacrificed? Nothing!
So, it wasn't just Yu Yun who envied Yin Qin and wanted to get close to Han Lie; the entire university was full of such girls.
Han Lie reckoned that he could probably sleep with Naiyun with just a single promise. But he wouldn't.
Hah, I'm just stringing you along for fun! Co on, let's have another showdown tomorrow and see who's better at this ga!
Having made up his mind, Han Lie, fresh from a drinking party, started making calls to prepare.
Right now, he had about 37.5 million 37.5 million = 73 million yuan in cash. The latter 37.5 million was the consulting fee for the Jinguang project from President Qi. He had split the 12% total cost into a 0.5% consulting fee and an 11.5% contract cost. He collected the consulting fee imdiately, bringing his cash total to over 70 million yuan.
The Black Gold Card from SPD Bank that Old Huang had arranged for him hadn't been approved yet, so Han Lie's accessible assets for the mont amounted to just this much.
So poor!
Sighing, Dog Lie dialed Second Sister Jin's number.
This money wasn't going to be easy to spend. Those novels about outrageously wealthy protagonists who casually swipe a card to instantly buy ultra-luxury items worth hundreds of millions? Pure nonsense. Any luxury item worth tens of millions or more could only be purchased in one of three ways:
First, make an appointnt in advance for customization.
Second, attend a major auction and simply throw money at it.
Third, be a top-tier VIP of a luxury company, pay a deposit and travel expenses, and request them to bring their most exclusive items for a private showing.
But regardless of the thod, acting on a whim wouldn't work. You might have the money, but they wouldn't have the items readily available. And rely having money wasn't enough; a nouveau riche would most likely be unable to reach the right people and wouldn't even get a foot in the door.
Han Lie had no solutions for this himself, but fortunately, he knew whom to ask for help.
The first was Second Sister Jin. She was constantly involved in facilitating connections within the entertainnt industry. Since celebrities often borrowed high-end luxury jewelry, their agencies usually had so rapport with the executives of these brands.
The second was Peng Hu. He was a leader in the Magic Capital Cultural and Broadcasting Group, whose subsidiary companies frequently collaborated with fashion magazines. He definitely had relevant contacts in this area.
As for the female celebrities Han Lie knew, none of them were reliable for this. Liu Shuangshi and her husband lived a simple life and never indulged in extravagance. The last ti he saw Liu Shuangshi at Cartier, her reception was quite ordinary. Big Sister Mi was even more hopeless in this regard. Besides, she was currently holding a low-key wedding and would unlikely appreciate a call from Han Lie. The remaining relative unknowns and Qing Ting... if they weren't so pretty, they would be practically invisible in the entertainnt circle. Even at their combined peak, their influence in the fashion industry wouldn't amount to half that of a worker packing data cable boxes.
So Han Lie could only turn to Second Sister Jin—ah, no, he was giving her a chance to suck up to him.
The phone rang three tis before it was eagerly answered.
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