Qi Sheng changed into an LV sumr outfit and, clutch in hand, went for a stroll through Taikoo Li.
LV sumr clothes were nice, but wearing the sa brand all the ti got old.
With over two million in his bank account now, Qi Sheng felt even more confident as he shopped for clothes.
Gucci’s T-shirts and polos were much more affordable than LV’s.
At four to five thousand yuan apiece, he simply picked out ten that caught his eye and bought five pairs of shorts as well.
In front of the full-length mirror in the fitting room, the sheer hormonal charisma radiating from his 79-point Physique would undoubtedly make any girl blush with excitent.
Qi Sheng admired his reflection for a mont.
He changed into a printed, knitted cotton Gucci T-shirt, pairing it with a relatively loose pair of nylon jacquard shorts.
He had to admit, though, that Gucci’s shorts were more than twice as expensive as their T-shirts.
For the outfit Qi Sheng was wearing, the T-shirt was 4,600, while the shorts were 13,500.
Their RUN series shoes had a pretty cool design.
Qi Sheng picked out two pairs of black suede n’s shoes. The only downside was that they wouldn’t be easy to maintain.
’Anyway, I’m rich. I’ll just throw them out when they get dirty.’
The two pairs weren’t expensive, averaging about 8,500 yuan per pair.
For Qi Sheng, who was making two million a month, it was completely stress-free.
While he was checking out, the sales associate who had been helping him signed him up for a Gucci mbership.
’I don’t need the free points,’ he thought, ’but I can save them for Tan Hua.’
He spent 120,000 yuan in that one Gucci store.
He then asked the sales associate to have his purchases delivered to the National Gold Mansion next door later.
When the sales associate who had been helping him heard that Qi Sheng lived in the National Gold Mansion, her eyes instantly lit up.
She took the initiative to add him on WeChat, ostensibly to notify him promptly of new arrivals.
Qi Sheng, of course, understood her ulterior motives.
But he didn’t mind adding a "rmaid" with an appearance score of over 80 to his "fish pond."
"Mr. Qi, thank you for your patronage of Gucci. We look forward to your next visit."
The sales associate walked him all the way to the store’s entrance, her desire to get with Qi Sheng practically written all over her face.
What could she do? He was young, handso, and rich—what woman wouldn’t be interested?
...
Qi Sheng did a quick search on his phone and found a Western restaurant with a nice atmosphere and good reviews, planning to grab a bite to eat.
The restaurant was also near Chunxi Road, just a ten-minute walk from the International Gold Center.
As it happened, since arriving in Chengdu, Qi Sheng hadn’t yet had a chance to walk around Chunxi Road.
When he first arrived in Chengdu, his looks, physique, and clothes were all unremarkable, so naturally, he didn’t attract the attention of any beautiful won.
But tis had changed. Now he was decked out in a handso new Gucci sumr outfit, with a Rolex Daytona on an Oysterflex strap on his wrist.
Add to that his 79-point appearance score, his 183cm height, and his tall, straight posture.
As he walked down the street, girls would steal glances at him from ti to ti.
Qi Sheng had never experienced anything like it before. ’This feels amazing!’
So of the bolder girls even ca up to him and asked to add him on WeChat.
Any girl with an appearance score below 80, who didn’t even et the C-Level rating, Qi Sheng would politely turn down.
It was easy to understand why the girls were being so forward.
Chengdu had plenty of handso guys.
But guys who were tall, rich, *and* handso? That was a rare sight.
The Qi Sheng of today was, by all accounts, truly tall, rich, and handso.
He walked into the Hyatt Hotel. The restaurant was located on the 38th floor.
The view was outstanding, offering a bird’s-eye view of Taikoo Li below.
"Welco to Cloud Kitchen. How many in your party?"
A young waitress greeted him enthusiastically the mont he stepped out of the elevator.
At a Western restaurant that cost 400 yuan per person on average, the service was naturally going to be good.
Moreover, with Qi Sheng dressed head-to-toe in Gucci, there was zero chance of being looked down upon.
"A table for one, by the window please."
Qi Sheng followed the waitress into the restaurant. The decor was quite distinctive.
The main selling point of a sky restaurant was, of course, the spectacular view.
’This kind of restaurant is perfect for bringing a girl to at night.’
’Under the gentle moonlight, it’d be easy to sweep her off her feet.’
The waitress pulled out a chair for Qi Sheng and handed him the nu.
"I’ll have an M5 ribeye steak, the bread service, mashed potatoes, and a mushroom soup."
Qi Sheng closed the nu and rattled off his order without a mont’s hesitation.
A al costing a thousand yuan or so was pocket change for soone like him, who was now making two million a month.
"Of course. We’ll have that right out for you."
The waitress collected the nu and poured Qi Sheng a glass of lemon water.
Gazing out at Taikoo Li through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Qi Sheng felt completely relaxed.
Money really changes a person. When you no longer have to hustle just to get by,
you develop a kind of calm, unhurried confidence that radiates from within.
Qi Sheng sat by the window, enjoying the view for a while and exchanging a few ssages with Tan Hua.
Tan Hua would have loved to chat more with Qi Sheng.
But what could she do? The store had a constant stream of custors.
Ever since the store opened, she had been nonstop—organizing rchandise, fetching items, assisting custors, and helping with fittings. She was so busy she couldn’t catch a break.
It was a testant to the purchasing power of the Chinese people.
’Making money off won is just too easy.’
Especially all the simps who, just to make a girl smile, would grit their teeth and max out their credit cards on a handbag.
The girl would then imdiately turn around and sell it online at a discount for quick cash.
The dium steak was brought out on a still-warm plate.
For a steak that cost 698 yuan, the texture and flavor were, needless to say, impeccable.
A lavish feast like this...
...would soon be just an ordinary, everyday al in Qi Sheng’s life.
Qi Sheng was slowly getting used to the joys of being rich.
Before leaving, Qi Sheng asked the waiter to pack up ten light als, the kind that were perfect for health-conscious urban professionals.
At 78 yuan each, they were much pricier than typical takeout.
The ingredients were decent, but the packaging looked a bit cheap, like what you’d get with a fast-food al box.
The shrimp were quite large, and there were seven of them.
It also included a hard-boiled egg, mini cucumbers, avocado, and cherry tomatoes as the side fruits.
One compartnt was filled with almonds and candied walnuts.
All in all, the price was a bit inflated, but still acceptable.
He tipped a male waiter 200 yuan, and the waiter carried two large bags for him.
Following Qi Sheng, he arrived at the LV store in the International Gold Center.
The store wasn’t as busy around noon.
Seeing that Qi Sheng had changed into a new sumr outfit from Gucci, the staff, who were already quite familiar with him, greeted him one after another.
"Eldest Young Master Qi, here to see our Huahua!"
Qi Sheng smiled and nodded, then pointed to the young man following him.
"You all need to stay in shape for this job, so I brought you so light als. Grab a bite when you get a chance."
With that, Qi Sheng took one of the als from the takeout bag the waiter from Cloud Kitchen was holding and walked over to Tan Hua.
Seeing Qi Sheng, Tan Hua felt a little embarrassed and shy, but also a sweetness in her heart.
She didn’t regret giving herself to Qi Sheng.
"Wow, doesn’t Eldest Young Master Qi look handso today?"
Tan Hua didn’t notice the difference right away, but Xu Ying imdiately picked up on the change in Qi Sheng.
His previously ordinary facial features had now beco increasingly refined.
Fair skin, deep-set eyes, a straight, high-bridged nose.
If they had called Qi Sheng handso before, it was partly because of his money.
But now, when they called him handso, they ant it sincerely.
Seeing Qi Sheng dressed in Gucci, Xu Ying’s eyes lit up again.
She had a new appreciation for his financial power.
His spending 200,000 yuan at LV last ti wasn’t just him putting on a front.
He truly had that kind of spending power.
And here he was today, dressed in a Gucci sumr outfit, looking every bit the cool, handso young man.
As a fellow woman, Xu Ying couldn’t help but feel a pang of envy toward Tan Hua.
She had a tall, rich, and handso boyfriend who also doted on her completely.
This was the second day in a row he had brought food for all her colleagues.
Of course, they didn’t just take his food for free; they made sure to sing his praises to Tan Hua.
Tan Hua’s social circle was very small; it was basically just work and ho.
So one could only imagine the effect it had on Tan Hua when all her colleagues were constantly singing Qi Sheng’s praises.
"You look... especially handso today. And have you gotten a little taller?"
As the one who shared his bed, Tan Hua had also noticed the changes in Qi Sheng, her expression a mix of pleasant surprise and curiosity.
n liked beautiful won, so why wouldn’t won like handso n?
While Qi Sheng might not have been considered handso before, he was at least pleasant-looking and clean-cut, and by no ans ugly.
Otherwise, no matter how well-off he was, Tan Hua would never have developed feelings for him.
It was a pragmatic reality, but a perfectly normal one.
Handso n and beautiful won have always had first pick when it cos to choosing a partner.
And now, Qi Sheng was beginning to enjoy that sa privilege.
Just like today on the street, when so many girls had proactively asked for his WeChat, willingly swimming into his "fish pond."
’Starting today, it’s finally my turn to start my own fish pond!’
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