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.
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