Su Yang stepped forward to examine the platinum Daytona watch in the salesperson's hand, then glanced down at the display case.
The empty spot next to it showed a price tag of 120,400.
Shaking his head slightly, Su Yang thought to himself, 'Close, but not quite.'
He then turned to the salesperson with a smile and said, "Miss, I don’t think this watch suits my dad—it’s not mature enough. Do you have something more dignified and substantial? Price isn’t an issue."
Hearing Su Yang’s last remark, the salesperson paused briefly before immediately brightening with a smile. "Of course! Sir, please follow me this way. Let me introduce you to some other series..."
Su Dagang had also noticed the price of the previous watch. He had been ready to settle for it, as it was already one of the more affordable options in the store.
But Su Yang’s comment made it clear he wanted something pricier. Turning to his son, Su Dagang shook his head. "Yangyang, I thought that last one was just fine. The others I’ve seen range from three or four hundred thousand to six or seven hundred thousand—some even over a million! That’s way too much for me."
Su Yang chuckled. "No worries, we’re already here. Let’s take our time and browse. They have plenty of series to choose from. If nothing else catches your eye, we can always go back to that one."
"Alright..."
Soon, the salesperson brought out two more watches—one from the Daytona series and another from the Day-Date collection.
Unlike before, the Daytona she now held had a bezel fully encrusted with diamonds.
At the sight of them, Su Dagang swallowed hard. Even without asking, he knew they had to be expensive. Anything involving diamonds was never cheap.
Hesitantly, he pointed at the diamond-studded Daytona and asked, "How much is this one?"
"This one is 609,800."
"Whew..."
Hearing the figure, Su Dagang struggled to keep his expression neutral. Taking a deep breath, he was about to decline when Su Yang stepped in with a grin. "This one seems decent. Is it a new model?"
The salesperson nodded eagerly. "Yes, sir! This is the latest in the Daytona series. The watch is crafted from 18K white gold, with a black natural mother-of-pearl dial and white chronograph sub-dials. The bezel is set with 36 round diamonds..."
As the salesperson launched into her pitch, Su Yang smiled and cut her off. "Got it. Can we try it on my dad?"
"Of course!" she replied warmly.
"Here, sir, let me help you put it on."
She fastened the watch around Su Dagang’s left wrist. Su Yang then turned to Chen Liping. "Mom, what do you think?"
"I don’t know much about these things—they all look similar to me. But this one feels a bit too flashy for your dad."
Su Yang nodded. "Fair enough." He then addressed the salesperson again. "Let’s try the other one too."
"Absolutely!"
Soon, Su Dagang had tried on both watches.
The Day-Date model was also crafted in platinum, though its bezel lacked diamonds. Instead, it featured a deep blue gradient dial, giving it a far more understated and mature appearance compared to the diamond-clad Daytona.
Su Yang inquired about the price—the Day-Date came in at 519,500. The two watches weren’t too far apart in cost.
However, Su Dagang still found it too expensive. After trying on other series like the Submariner, he ultimately settled for a relatively more affordable Daytona Platinum "Little Le Mans."
This watch was still crafted from 18K white gold, though the bezel featured a tachymeter scale instead of diamonds, giving the entire piece a more understated yet sophisticated look.
The stainless steel glossy black dial paired with the white gold Oyster bracelet made it a perfect match for a middle-aged man, priced at 369,800 RMB.
After paying at the counter, Su Yang took the two of them to browse bags and jewelry—this time, for Chen Liping.
After walking around, he initially wanted to buy his mother a few Hermès bags to carry, but this mall had almost every brand except Hermès.
In the end, Su Yang bought Chen Liping two leather bags each from LV and Prada, along with some earrings, bracelets, and necklaces from Cartier and Tiffany, totaling 380,000 RMB.
At 2:30 PM, the three of them left the mall and headed toward the International Auto Trade City in Yangcheng's Yuelan New District.
This time, their goal was clear—they went straight to the Mercedes-Benz dealership.
Half an hour later, the three arrived at the parking lot outside the Mercedes-Benz showroom and parked their car.
After getting out, Su Yang cheerfully turned to Su Dagang and Chen Liping and said, "Mom, Dad, you’ve got to actually use the things we bought for you, okay? Don’t just let them collect dust at home."
Su Dagang shook his head with a smile. "These things are so expensive—I can’t bring myself to use them!"
"They’re just products. Not using them is the real waste. Their value comes from being used, you know?"
Chen Liping laughed. "Alright, alright, we get it."
As they chatted, the three walked toward the showroom.
At that moment, a female sales associate in a black pencil skirt and stockings happened to see the three stepping out of the Rolls-Royce Cullinan.
Noticing them heading toward the dealership, she eagerly approached before they even got close. "Welcome to Mercedes-Benz. Good afternoon! Are you here to look at cars today?"
Su Yang glanced at the woman briefly before replying, "Yeah, just browsing."
Hearing this, the saleswoman’s eyes lit up. She quickly moved to the door and held it open with a smile. "Of course! Please, come right in."
In Su Yang’s estimation, this saleswoman was about a 75 out of 100, but with her polished makeup, she could easily score an 80.
She was also quite tall, with a nice figure, making her overall quite pleasant to look at.
With a professional smile, she gestured for the three to enter.
Once inside, Su Dagang couldn’t hide his excitement as he looked around. He had been to a Mercedes-Benz dealership before, but only to accompany friends or for other reasons—never to buy a car for himself.
Now, stepping into the showroom again and seeing the lineup of vehicles, his enthusiasm was unmistakable.
Compared to when they were shopping for Rolexes earlier, it was like he was a completely different person.
Su Yang naturally noticed this and thought to himself, 'Seems like Dad’s more into cars after all. Heh.'
The three followed the saleswoman to the lounge area and took their seats. She poured them each a glass of lemon water before sitting down herself.
Then, she asked, "Do you have a particular model in mind today?"
Su Yang smiled. "We’d like to check out the latest E300."
"E300, right? Got it. May I ask if this car will be for you, sir, or...?"
Su Yang turned to Su Dagang with a faint smile. "For my dad."
"Oh, I see. And how should I address you, sir?"
Su Dagang chuckled. "No need for formalities—just call me Su Dagang."
"Understood. Hello, Mr. Su."
Hearing this, Su Dagang waved his hand. "No need for 'Mr. Su.' Just call me Old Su, or, uh, Uncle Gang if you prefer."
The saleswoman smiled politely. "Of course, Uncle Gang."
Su Yang glanced at her and asked, "What should we call you?"
"You can call me Little Jie~"
"Got it. Do you have the E300 in stock right now?"
"Yes, this model is one of our flagship offerings. Would you like to take a look at it first?"
"Sure~"
Little Jie nodded with a smile and stood up, leading the three of them toward the parking area.
Su Yang glanced around the showroom, where the main displays were Mercedes' best-selling models—the C-Class, E-Class, S-Class, along with the GLC, GLE, GLS, and G500. He briefly wondered if they had any AMG coupes in stock—maybe he could pick one up for fun later.
But today was about buying a car for his dad. He already had plenty of cars himself, so there was no rush.
The three followed Little Jie to a sleek silver-gray E300.
She gestured toward it with a smile. "Uncle Gang, this is the latest E300L Luxury Edition. Would you like to take a seat inside?"
Staring at the car he had once only dreamed of owning, Su Dagang swallowed hard, stepped forward, and gently ran his hand over the hood. "Yeah, let’s take a look inside."
"Of course." Little Jie moved to the driver’s side and opened the door.
Su Dagang walked over, examined the interior, then plopped into the seat, gripping the steering wheel with a satisfied nod.
Su Yang exchanged a glance with Chen Liping. "Mom, look at Dad’s expression. He wasn’t even this happy when we got him that Rolex."
Chen Liping covered her mouth, watching Su Dagang’s excited face. "Your dad loves cars~ Now that he’s finally living his dream, how could he not be thrilled?"

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.

close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"