Guilongchao: I played the domineering CEO to the bone.

Tong Bao Chi's voice was so faint it was barely audible, only Min Moyou, who was also a member of the Dragon's lineage, and the six-person group of assassins in the shadows could hear it clearly.

Ke Tong was so embarrassed by the fact that she had told her body measurements to a guy she had only known for one night that she was completely unaware of whether Min Moyou could hear her speaking so softly.

Although Tong's voice was soft, it stirred up a storm in Min Moyou's heart—it was actually D? Did she have that much confidence?

I'm quite impressed and want to take a look.

Men are such magical creatures; sometimes, just a single letter can spark endless imagination.

For example, when I first heard the letter "闽墨幽", I almost became very aroused.

On the surface, he remained calm and said to the person on the other end of the phone:

"D, one size fits all".

The receptionist on the other end of the phone was also surprised—there was a D?

I subconsciously glanced around at my pigeon—no wonder he didn't like me...

Feeling inferior.

Since we can't compete with genetics, we'll compete with what we've got—from now on, when we go to the gym, we'll work out our glutes like crazy!

As long as you can't practice to death, practice to death!

Even if it makes it difficult to go to the toilet, you should still keep practicing!

We absolutely have to beat that one-size-fits-all guy!

I might still have a chance!

The receptionist was indignant, but her tone remained as warm and friendly as a spring breeze:

"Okay, sir~ Do you have any requirements regarding style and brand? Do you have a style you're used to wearing? Or, sir, what do you think of the style I'm wearing? If you don't know what style I'm wearing right now, I can go to the restroom and take a few pictures for you to refer to..."

Huh?

I can't stand it anymore; she's constantly trying to sell herself.

Minmo humbly gave himself a thumbs up for his good looks, realizing how charming he was—or rather, how charming money was.

Is this what they call the Wealth Points/Charm Bonus?!

At this moment, Tong, who was originally poised and carefree, was squatting in the corner like an ostrich, burying her head in the sand and playing with the hem of her clothes.

Looks like they're having a lot of fun?

Anyway, I didn't hear them ask about the style or anything like that on the phone.

Min Moyou sighed helplessly and had no choice but to ask:

"shape?"

"Huh...? I'm not...!"

Tong, who had been looking down, suddenly looked up when she heard Min Moyou's voice. Her eyes were even a little red, and she was eager to explain herself.

It wasn't until she came to her senses that she managed to swallow the rest of her sentence.

"Oh, the style..."

However, Minmo's question seemed to have made her even more confused—she had already told her such private information as her body shape, what more did she want!

Ask, ask, ask!

Why ask such specific questions?

Can we really say that we don't have the money to choose those high-end, comfortable brands, and can only pick and choose those old, no-name brands that are on sale and whose names we can't even remember?!

Ugh, so annoying! So annoying! So annoying!

Although Boss Shen would sometimes remind Tong to be more careful when buying personal items, Tong would always smile and thank her boss for being considerate of his subordinate, but secretly she was cursing in her heart: "Why don't you give me more money so I can afford to be picky?!"

"I'm asking you about the style."

Min Moyou had to speak up again to interrupt Tong's mental struggle—because the receptionist on the other end of the phone was already saying something about how she was already in the restroom or something like that...

"Whatever! Whatever!"

"Ask so many questions, do you think you know a lot? Are you some kind of pervert who specializes in studying women's underwear?!"

Tong's little volcano was completely ignited by Min Moyou's urging. She felt that he hadn't done anything wrong, and neither had she, but she just wanted to get angry and speak loudly—in short, she was furious.

“I don’t understand, but she does.”

Min Moyou calmly pointed to the phone, causing Tong's small volcano to erupt to retract—unable to find a reason to get angry, she could only turn her head away with a grim expression, muttering:

"Okay, okay, any style and brand is fine!"

Is there anything worse than the stuff we've worn?!

cut~

Min Moyou seemed to sense Tong's embarrassment and stopped pressing for details, saying into the phone:

"Don't take my picture, I'm not interested."

"The style doesn't matter, but the brand has to be the best. I want to take several sets."

Want to take a few more sets?

Hitomi, who was huddled in the corner, perked up her ears, and her heart clenched involuntarily—could he have figured out that she couldn't afford to buy clothes for herself...?

Speaking of which... the outfit I'm wearing now... I bought it over a year ago, and I've been wearing it for a long time... It's not only a bit uncomfortable to wear now, but it also doesn't fit me very well anymore...

The voice on the other end of the phone was filled with utter disappointment—she couldn't help but wonder if she was really that unattractive.

Is he really that much worse than that woman...?

Despite her extreme disappointment, she maintained a facade of politeness and responded to Min Moyou warmly:

“Yes, sir, I understand! But most stores that sell intimate apparel are closed at this time of year. In order not to delay your business, how about the ‘Kowloon Brand Intimate Apparel’ from our Kowloon House’s special gift set for VIPs?”

"Our Kowloon Residence souvenirs are also part of our brand image. The materials used are absolutely the best in Kowloon, and the designers and craftsmen are all industry luminaries. They are limited editions throughout Kowloon, and are definitely impressive, stylish, lightweight, and comfortable. If it's alright, I'll go to the gift room to get them for you now. They can be delivered to your room in just five minutes."

Huh?

Is this the legendary case of someone selling their father's land without a second thought?

How come this receptionist has so much power?

Is he a manager?

Min Moyou then asked:

How many sets are there?

"Sir, we have seven sets left in your size. They are all different styles and materials. Each set is worth about nine square coins on the market. However, we at Kowloon Residence give them away to our VIPs who spend a certain amount. So they are not available on the market in Zhongpu District yet, and we haven't given them away."

"But if you would like to get one for your female companion, I can help you 'apply' for it."

"How much do I need to spend to receive a free set?"

"Our rule here is that if you spend one million Nine Coins in a single transaction, you can enter the gift room to choose a gift bag. Of course, I have witnessed your financial strength, sir. If it were you, I could 'apply' for a set for you directly."

"No need, just bring all seven sets up for me. I remember Kowloon Residence has a membership savings service, right? Could you also bring the card reader? I can just open a membership at Kowloon Residence and deposit seven million, that should be in accordance with the rules, right?"

(Remember? The protagonist's Nine Coins can be withdrawn in any form. To elaborate, they can be withdrawn at any time as equivalent items, or as cards or checks containing the protagonist's assets.)

"Yes, sir! Thank you for your understanding! You truly pamper your wife! I'm so envious! If I had a man like you, I would find all sorts of ways to satisfy him every day, using every one of my eighteen prostitute skills to cling to him and make him unable to get out of bed... By the way, sir, would you like to know what my eighteen skills are? Would you like me to demonstrate them to you...?"

"Alright, enough talk. Go do it."

"Okay, sir. See you in five minutes!"

.........

Tong, who had been listening intently, soon shut her ears again.

Well, so we're his wife now.

What is this Nine-Square Coin? Is it made of gold or inlaid with diamonds?

Seven million?!

"Eighteen kinds of skills? Shameless! All she knows is seduction... Oh well, let her seduce me! He has nothing to do with me! Nothing!"

........

Neither of them spoke, and they waited quietly for time to pass.

Tong looked down at the floor, utterly speechless.

Min Moyou gazed at her rosy cheeks and quietly admired her.

Although he could discuss women's underwear without batting an eye, he actually felt awkward inside...

"Ding-dong-"

The doorbell rang, and Tong hurriedly ran to open the door—she didn't really want such a personal item to pass through the hands of a man before she put it on.

There just always felt something was off...

As soon as the door opened, the other party's fawning voice came through:

"Sir, I'm here!"

However, when the receptionist saw that it was Tong who opened the door, her forced smile disappeared, but she still professionally and politely handed the seven golden nanmu gift boxes to Tong.

"Madam, these are all the items the gentleman ordered. Would you like to try them?"

As the receptionist spoke, she would occasionally glance at Tong's chest with a disapproving look.

"No...no need."

Tong shook her head in refusal. Her mind was still blank, filled with thoughts of trying on underwear in front of Min Moyou—how could that be allowed!?

"Okay, ma'am, this is the card reader. And look at this seven million member savings account...?"

The receptionist handed me a card reader, bowing slightly with eager and expectant eyes.

Tong pointed to herself in disbelief.

I?

You're pointing the card reader at me?

You're asking me for seven million?

If we were a married couple, would I look like someone who manages the money...?

Bah! That's not right!

Do I look like I have money?

Just as Tong was panicking, a black, gold-plated card spun through the room and landed right at her feet. From inside came Min Mo's indifferent voice:

"The password consists of four zeros."

Tong stared blankly at the card on the ground, her mind filled with: seven million, seven million, seven million, seven million, seven million, seven million, seven million...

That's seven million!

There are at least seven million in that card!

If we take the card and run, he won't be able to catch us, right?

We're descendants of the dragon, we can run incredibly fast!

He took the money and ran, so we don't have to put up with his tantrums anymore, and we don't even need to go back to Longchao Pavilion—if we had enough money in our account, who knows, we might even be able to buy Longchao Pavilion!

I'm going to have Boss Shen warm my bed and use him as a pillow, and I'll even cut back on Master Du's cat food! Wahahahahaha~

(The Deadpool six lurking in the shadows: Think whatever you want, we're watching you.)

Should we take it or not?

Hitomi, you're just one step away from reaching the pinnacle of life!

In this deceitful world, you can only trust yourself!

Capital is right in front of you! Capital that you don't need to rely on anyone is right in front of you!

What are you still hesitating about?!

Was Min Moyou really that careless? She just casually tossed him her card and told him the PIN...

He must have been too well protected by his family and never experienced the dangers of society!

It can't be because he's already let his guard down around me, can it...?