Talk is cheap, but finding a designer is no easy task—it’s a matter of mutual willingness. Su Bai might have the money to hire someone, but that doesn’t mean top-tier designers would be willing to work with him. The best in the field have their pride, and Su Bai, a relatively unknown nouveau riche, might not be able to attract the big names.
Designers also need exposure. Working for high-profile celebrities who are constantly in the spotlight? That’s a career booster. But what does designing for Su Bai do for one’s reputation in the industry?
Probably marks the end of their career.
After some thought, Su Bai asked, "Isn’t it hard to poach designers from big companies?"
Wu Hanyu grinned. "Not necessarily. It’s all about luck. What if you stumble upon someone who’s fed up with office politics?"
"Good point!"
"Don’t worry, Su Bai. We’ll keep an eye out for you and recommend suitable candidates. As for the salary…"
"Money’s no object. No upper limit."
"Nice, nice. That’s the spirit."
Wu Hanyu wasn’t surprised. Whether it was hiring people or dating, Su Bai had a strict "quality over quantity" policy—only the best would do.
Then again, with his looks and status, attracting high-caliber women was practically a given.
"Next batch. This one’s a bit underwhelming."
"Accurate. Straight to the point."
"Anime aesthetics are fine, but the girls wearing them? Not so much. Did all the pretty ones in Jiangcheng move away or what?"
The other rich guys were already deep into their "selection process," tossing out blunt critiques.
Despite their rude remarks, the line of women maintained perfect posture and practiced, sweet smiles.
What choice did they have? When you’re under someone else’s roof, you bend your head. Getting picked meant earning tips—and if the price was right, even "extra services" weren’t off the table.
Clients saying outrageous things during the selection process? Par for the course.
Honestly, compared to the crude middle-aged tycoons from traditional industries, these young rich guys were downright polite.
All that talk about "not being defined" or resisting the "male gaze"? Just empty words. When faced with someone who could drop serious cash, they’d beg to be "gazed" at.
Too bad the hottest guy in the room didn’t seem interested in any of them.
Honestly, if he picked one of them, they’d happily spend the night with him for free.
His tall, well-built frame, accentuated by that tailored suit, looked like something out of a Greek sculpture—pure fantasy.
When the next group of women entered, the rich guys’ expressions turned subtly complicated.
Their outfits were more creative, but in terms of looks… well, let’s just say they weren’t exactly upgrades. Just more of the same cookie-cutter influencer faces.
To the average guy, any one of these girls would be a rare beauty.
But these young masters were long since bored of internet-famous looks. What really caught their eye were women on the level of Su Bai’s close female friends… Too bad none of them had the charm or status to land someone like that. They knew their limits.
And sometimes, missed chances stayed missed.
Take Chen Yusheng, for example—a stunning beauty with brains. If you weren’t her classmate, getting close to her meant breaking through walls of skepticism.
Su Bai really had all the luck.
Just as the others were losing interest, Su Bai’s eyes lit up. He pointed at a woman in a pink-and-white dress and whispered something to Wu Hanyu.
Wu Hanyu’s expression shifted, and he immediately signaled the manager to make arrangements.
Chen Jie caught the exchange, and her heart started racing.
Holy crap!
Did Su Bai actually take a liking to her?
Truth be told, Chen Jie had already started sweating the moment she blended into the lineup of nightclub girls.
It wasn’t that she lacked experience—it was just that the competition today was brutal.
She was confident in her ability to play the game, but first, she needed a chance to interact with the rich guys. Standing in a line like merchandise being inspected didn’t exactly showcase her strengths.
Her only hope was the inexplicable homemade dress her roommate, Lu Yuning, had forced her to wear.
Gotta admit, it fit like a glove.
Lu Yuning had personally taken all their measurements, insisting that only custom-made pieces could highlight each person’s unique beauty.
Ridiculous, right?
Chen Jie thought so. In her mind, high-end international brands were the gold standard for fit and style.
And for mass-produced clothes aimed at the general public, that was true.
But her fashion sense? Not exactly refined.
At least she hadn’t noticed—this ribbon-style dress completely masked the flaws in her waist-to-hip ratio, even making her posture appear light and graceful. It was the so-called "balletcore" trend that had been popular these past couple of years.
Most so-called balletcore dresses were all style and no substance, but this one truly captured the essence.
It even made her stand out among the other girls.
One guy had already been about to choose her, but when he caught Su Bai making a move out of the corner of his eye, he quickly stopped.
Su Bai was a first-time guest in this circle today, so naturally, he got priority.
Besides, he hadn’t shown interest in any of the earlier batches, but now he’d suddenly singled her out—clearly, she had something special to offer.
And so, soon enough…
"Hey there, handsome~ My name’s Selina, but you can call me Lina~"
Truth be told, "Chen Erniu" had absolutely nothing to do with that ridiculous "S"-starting name. It was just her scene name—her real one was too tacky to use.
"Hello," Su Bai replied indifferently, then activated his system to check this nightclub girl’s stats:
[Name: Chen Erniu]
[Age: 28]
[Appearance: 73 (bare-faced)]
[Relationships: 99+]
[Health Status: Fully recovered (click for details >>>)]
Holy shit!
Su Bai was stunned. This was the first time he’d ever scanned a "99+" in the relationships category.
Damn, girl, that’s a bit excessive.
Of course, he’d braced himself somewhat. The reason he’d never encountered such a shocking number before was simply because he didn’t frequent nightclubs or bars.
Honestly, running into a high-score lady in a place like this wasn’t strange at all—if anything, it was expected.
But that "fully recovered" health status… hmm.
That was a bit intriguing.
Su Bai knew some illnesses left permanent markers even after recovery, but without medical records, they were undetectable to the naked eye.
Yet his system could spot them.
How considerate!
A girl at this level wasn’t even worth a casual fling in Su Bai’s eyes. Still, her outfit was genuinely distinctive—the craftsmanship and creativity were unlike anything he’d seen in regular stores.
Pretty clever little details, you could say.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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.”
