I transformed into a cute girl and lived a carefree life in the apocalypse.

"Can you understand what the English on this means?" Yan Ziming took the key card and walked over to Ye Qianxue and the others. Looking at the string of English on it, she scratched her nose awkwardly. She had long forgotten all the knowledge she had learned in school.

Tian Tian, ​​who was still in school before the fall of Yongjing, still remembered part of it. After reading it carefully, her eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

"Holy crap, the presidential suite?!"

"What?!"

Yan Ziming's reaction wasn't much better. A presidential suite is something that even money can't buy! Only people who are both rich and powerful can afford it. How did Xian'er, a newcomer with no money, manage to get one?

"Hey, miss, are you sure you didn't give me the wrong thing?" In order to avoid making a big blunder, Yan Ziming decided to go back and confirm with the girl at the front desk.

"That's right, it's the presidential suite. It has a swimming pool, and the meals are prepared by a five-star chef and delivered to your room. It also has a king-size bed that can accommodate ten people... If you have a pleasant stay, I hope you'll give it a good review."

"Miss, you're so sweet... Could you tell me your name?"

"It's not convenient to use my real name, you can call me Mandala."

"Is it a code name or something? What a peculiar name..." Yan Ziming thought to himself.

Mandala felt that Yan Ziming seemed to be of the same kind as her, so she whispered in her ear as if to test him:

"There are also many sex toys in the room, so whatever role you'd like to play with, we can provide... We hope you have a pleasant time..."

Sex toys/sexual enhancement products? Are you referring to those in that area?

Hearing the strange blessing, Yan Ziming blushed, then forced himself to calm down, and with one hand lifted her chin, making her look into his eyes: "If possible, I would really like to spend the night with you in this way... Miss Mandala!"

He had hoped to see Mandala make a fool of herself, but instead she just smiled charmingly and said, "As expected, you're one of us too... No problem, that's fine. If you could offer me another SSS crystal core, I might consider it."

"...Ahem, just kidding, just kidding..." Yan Ziming coughed lightly. Playing with her once would cost an SSS-level crystal core. Who could afford that price?

Wait, something's not right... what did she just say?

"Wait... Mandala, you just said 'again'...?"

Mandala nodded, pressed her hand against Yan Ziming's chest, and drew circles on it with one finger: "Your presidential suite was bought with SSS-level crystal cores."

Holy crap!

My goodness, is Xian'er really that incredibly extravagant? Using SSS-level crystal cores just to buy a presidential suite?!

Chapter Twenty-One: The Lofer Financial Group

"I've worked part-time at this hotel for so long, and I've never seen such a generous guest..."

Mandala whispered in her ear, her expression full of envy. Yan Ziming understood, after all, that was an SSS-level crystal core!

Second only to sequence-level crystal cores, the combined number of these crystal cores from the five permanent members of the UN Security Council is less than a single digit, making their drop rate unimaginably low!

One such item is enough to trigger a bloody struggle among the five permanent members of the UN Security Council. Transporting it requires the entire nation's resources to ensure its safe arrival on its homeland; it is an invaluable strategic resource.

This strategic resource has actually been used by some otherworldly fairy to exchange for a presidential suite?!

Mandala smiled and said, "Don't feel like you've lost out. You've now bought the entire property of this hotel, and it's officially yours now! In this era where land is so valuable, you wouldn't understand the value of a hotel like this."

Indeed, ownership of a hotel is extremely tempting. Within China, the population problem has led to an extreme shortage of land resources. All the land resources within the various military administrative zones belong to the Chinese government, and no one can privatize them. It is what is known as "you can't buy it even if you have money and power."

The United States is different. Although they also nationalize land, the true masters of a capitalist country are not the people, but capitalist giants and tycoons.

Therefore, the so-called prohibition on land privatization only applies to ordinary people and is basically meaningless to capitalists, because they are part of the country, and nationalization is equivalent to their privatization.

Now, Liu Mengxian has bought an entire five-star hotel, which is a very substantial fortune.

However, compared to SSS-level crystal cores, it's still a drop in the ocean.

Sensing the aura of 'we're the ones who are at a disadvantage' emanating from Yan Ziming, Mandala added:

"I haven't finished yet. From now on, you are all among the most honored guests of the Lofiel Consortium. You can come to us for help with anything in the future. You know the Lofiel Consortium, right? It's one of the top consortia in the United States, with a history of over two hundred years. Its wealth and resources are enough to rank it among the top three consortia in the world!"

"Ha... I don't know much about conglomerates, but they're probably similar to the wealthy and powerful families in China?"

"In essence, they are the same, but there is a difference in level."

When talking about the wealthy and powerful families in China, Mandala showed some disdain.

In the past, before the end of the world, China's powerful families were extremely prosperous. The top families possessed capital comparable to that of the Western super-corporations, and their size was enormous. Foreign corporations that wanted to get a share of China's profits had to go through them.

After the apocalypse, they were almost completely destroyed. Coupled with the strength of the Chinese government, they now only retain a huge amount of wealth, but their influence is not as great as before. They are no longer comparable to the Western financial groups with state backing.

"Wait a minute, you just said you came to 'us' for help, are you also from the Lofiel conglomerate?" Yan Zimo seized on the word Mandala and asked.

"...Yes."

"Do you hold a high position? What kind of assistance can you provide us?"

"My status...that's a secret~"

“That’s very high,” Yan Ziming asserted.

"Hey, I haven't even said anything yet, how do you know I have a high status?"

"That's how it's always written in novels! The little princess or heir of a powerful family gains experience in their family business or something."

Yan Ziming recounted a scene from a novel he had read, which immediately amused Manchaluo.

"You're quite an interesting person, but I'm afraid the outcome will disappoint you."

"So what if we're disappointed? Tell us what kind of help your Lofiel conglomerate can offer us," Yan Ziming said indifferently. All she cared about was the benefits.

“You need to understand, we are one of the world’s top conglomerates…” Mandala said mysteriously, “As long as the price is high enough… even selling you some United States secrets… we will do it.”

Yan Ziming was shocked by her words; how could she say such rebellious things!

They'd risk the gallows for a 300% profit... typical capitalist!

"Haha...you're joking..."

“I’m serious.” Mancharo looked at her calmly, like a high-end person who controls countless riches. His eyes seemed to be telling Yan Ziming that they really would do it.

"Well, having said that, there are limits to the secrets we sell. We will only sell intelligence about hostile forces; we will never sell information that concerns our own interests."

As if to keep the conversation going, Mandala changed her style and reverted to the receptionist she had been before.

"My intuition tells me you are no ordinary person, Miss Mandala. Since you can help with anything, could you please tell me your true background?"

Yan Ziming placed his hand on Manchaluo's pretty face, gently stroking it. She tenderly removed her hand and held it in her own palm.

"Not yet, but I'll give you a small discount first. I can give you the list of participants for the United States competition and their detailed information for free on behalf of the Lofiel conglomerate."

"You claim to represent the will of the entire Lofiel conglomerate, and you still say you're not some big shot? Keep pretending!"

Yan Ziming revealed a victorious smile.

"I accidentally let it slip~ But it's okay, now you'll believe us, right?" Mandala didn't mind at all, and still maintained her charming smile.

"True trust takes a long time to develop. Even if I say I trust you, you won't believe me. We'll talk about more later. My friends are getting impatient, so I'll take my leave now."

Hearing Ye Qianxue's urging, Yan Ziming turned to leave, teasing her before he did so:

"Of course, we can talk more later, even in the woods~ I'll be waiting anytime."

Does true trust only develop through years of cooperation...? That's an interesting question. However, for those of us who control capital, the most important thing isn't trust, but profit!

So-called trust is nothing more than a bargaining chip that capitalists can discard at any time. Mandala, who has been tricked by 'trust' countless times, knows this all too well.

Watching Yan Ziming and his companions go upstairs, Manchaluo turned and left. She walked to a secret location and entered a heavily guarded place. Inside, there was a person, an old man with white hair and a frail appearance.

His body was covered with various medical tubes, through which precious medicinal liquids worth a fortune were being administered to him to sustain his life.

"It's rare that you're willing to talk to someone for so long. Have you figured out what kind of person they are?"

As soon as Mandala entered, the old man asked with a smile. His voice was hoarse, like that of a traveler who had not drunk water for a long time in the desert.

In response to the old man's question, Mandala closed her eyes and, as if sensing something, said:

“She’s a very interesting person. I have a feeling we’ll be very glad we met her.”

"Haha... I'm relieved to hear you say that, cough cough cough..." The old man coughed violently for a while as he spoke, then relaxed his body as if he had let go of all his burdens. After a while, he fell silent.

"..."

Mandala remained silent for a while, then gently stroked the old man's forehead by the bedside, a tear falling from her eye.

"Grandfather, take care."

“It’s time to take over some things…” This scene didn’t last long before Mandala emerged from her grief and came to the door.

"Hiss...whoosh—"

Taking a deep breath, Mandala pushed open the door, revealing two rows of Lofeel conglomerate personnel dressed entirely in black suits. They all bowed deeply, their demeanor extremely solemn.

“Gabriel Lopefe Er!”

Chapter Twenty-Two: Talks

"Big sister is too slow! Does it really take this long to ask a question?"

Ye Qianxue, who had been waiting for a long time, said with dissatisfaction, only to have her cheek pinched by Yan Zimo.

"It's only been a few minutes, your patience is terrible!"

"Oh, let's talk about these little things later. Let's go check out the presidential suite first!" Tian Tian said impatiently. She had only heard of presidential suites on TV and in novels before, and had never seen what they were like. She was very curious.

"This hotel's decor is so beautiful, even the key card is pure gold! Damn capitalism!" Little Mo Xin immediately used the phrases she had learned online to express her envy.