As is well known,
when it comes to luxury cars in the million-yuan range, their prestige in the eyes of connoisseurs often hinges heavily on the trim level—especially the optional upgrades.
The difference in optional configurations can amount to hundreds of thousands, sometimes even rivaling the base price of the car itself.
Some flashy luxury cars, when stripped down to their barebones versions and bought secondhand, can shockingly drop to jaw-droppingly low prices.
Some scumbags love using this trick to deceive naive girls.
Su Bai also deceives girls, but when it comes to cars, he doesn’t need to skimp on the budget. Instead, he goes all out to indulge in luxury and personalization.
This is where the perks of a system-drawn luxury car come into play.
In the customization interface, every imaginable option is available.
From the basics like panoramic cameras, 20-inch alloy wheels, and heated seats…
To performance-oriented upgrades like PDLS premium headlights, Sport Chrono packages, and 90-liter fuel tanks.
And then there’s the bespoke stuff—custom paint jobs, carbon-ceramic brakes, air suspension, sport exhausts…
Some of these modifications can be done aftermarket, but factory-original is always better.
The downside? Factory options are pricier. But no worries—since the car was essentially "won," Su Bai could go wild with the selections.
After a flurry of adjustments, Su Bai maxed out every possible upgrade.
It was a bit intricate, especially with the paint selection. The bespoke color option allowed for meticulous fine-tuning on a digital palette, reminding Su Bai of a certain unmentionable video game’s car customization feature…
Honestly, this system’s vehicle customization was even more unrestricted than a game.
Once Su Bai finalized the specs for his Panamera, he snapped back to reality.
A spread of dim sum had already been laid out before him.
At first glance, the dishes resembled the ordinary dim sum he’d had before, but to Su Bai, the price difference manifested in two key ways.
First, the quality and freshness of the ingredients.
Take steamed chicken feet, for example. Cheap dim sum joints use frozen, pre-made versions, while high-end restaurants source fresh chicken feet straight from the morning market at slaughterhouses.
Or steamed fish—budget eateries serve perch or small yellow croaker, but this place served premium Hong Kong grouper, the kind that screamed "expensive" at first glance.
The second factor was the blatant price-inflating tactics.
The ubiquitous caviar and truffle—whether in Chinese or Western cuisine—were slapped onto dishes indiscriminately, instantly multiplying the cost several times over.
Taste-wise? Delicious, no doubt. But without the "Indulgence Cashback" perk, Su Bai would’ve deemed it a rip-off.
After frequenting lavish dining spots, Su Bai had started recognizing the patterns.
This time, he went all out—devouring round after round of dim sum, then ordering two more rounds of premium dishes.
He specifically targeted the most overpriced ingredients.
The bill effortlessly soared into the thousands.
Su Bai noticed that ever since acquiring the system, his appetite had grown substantially.
According to the system’s explanation, it absorbed and stored a portion of the energy for later use.
Damn, so it’s like a hidden reserve battery?
I wonder if the system will ever learn to perform a Lightning Whirlwind Slash…
Su Bai ordered so much food that the head chef assumed it was a company team-building event. When he came out to check and saw only Su Bai, he was utterly dumbfounded.
"Haha, this young man’s got quite the appetite! Impressive!" The chef gave an approving thumbs-up.
On his way out, Su Bai topped up a membership card at the counter.
Most dining establishments qualified for Indulgence Cashback as long as you prepaid.
Su Bai had essentially become a "Top-Up Sage"—whenever he liked a place, he’d drop a hefty deposit.
...
After the meal,
Su Bai received a WeChat friend request from a senior manager at Porsche China’s headquarters.
The manager informed him that his custom Panamera had already entered production and would arrive in Jiangcheng within days.
Gotta hand it to the system’s mystical powers—this efficiency was unreal.
Anyone who’s bought a car knows that heavily customized, uncommon specs can sometimes take half a year to arrive.
"Ding!"
Another WeChat notification popped up—this time from Wan Xinyan.
Her red bean mochi avatar sent multiple messages and photos.
She mentioned that she and her sister had just finished their morning classes and asked if Su Bai was awake, inviting him to go shopping with them.
Attached were a few selfies.
In the photos, the petite Wan sisters wore exquisite JK uniforms, radiating youthful charm.
Yet, their busts created a striking contrast with their petite frames, turning the cute outfits into something far more suggestive.
The angles were especially calculated—flaunting their deep cleavage right at Su Bai…
"Damn, Xinyan… you’re really gunning for that promotion, huh?"
Su Bai couldn’t help but marvel.
Even after standing them up twice yesterday, they held zero grudges and were back at it this morning, putting in the effort.
They’d probably deduced Su Bai’s financial status through observation or some insider intel.
And they weren’t wrong.
At that moment, the two sisters were strolling down a tree-lined campus path after class.
"Little sis, do you think he’ll reject us again? Maybe Su Bai just isn’t into petite girls like us, wuwu…"
Wan Xinyue looked dejected.
But Wan Xinyan reassured her confidently, "Relax, sis. What ‘petite’? We’re the ‘loli with curves’ type. I did some digging—Su Bai’s into anime, and a lot of the shows he watches feature girls like us. You really think he wouldn’t want to experience it in real life? Men are all horndogs at heart."
"Oh… really?" Wan Xinyue’s expression softened slightly.
"Getting rejected once or twice is no big deal. Su Bai’s a whale—worth the effort."
Then, Wan Xinyan proudly presented her latest intel.
She’d infiltrated a "socialite group" on Xiaohongshu, studying high-society knowledge like her life depended on it.
She’d also befriended like-minded gold diggers.
Yesterday, she’d sent one of Su Bai’s gym selfies (taken at the Yarsago residence) to a veteran gold digger for analysis.
Of course, she pixelated Su Bai’s face—otherwise, his looks and physique would’ve left even the most money-obsessed gold digger weak in the knees.
The expert informed Wan Xinyan that the private gym was part of Jiangcheng’s most exclusive Yarsago mountain-view duplexes.
The annual rent alone exceeded a million—enough to buy a suburban apartment in Jiangcheng outright.
But here’s the thing: Su Bai was purely burning cash on luxury. Buying property was different—real estate was still an asset. Even with the recent market dips, the loss would be minimal at worst.
A guy at this level standing them up twice? So what?
A girl’s patience on dates is directly proportional to a man’s net worth.
When the bank balance hits a certain threshold, even the most high-maintenance divas turn into docile little bunnies.
"Ah! Su Bai replied to us. He said to meet him at the school's west gate—he’ll be there soon." Wan Xinyan beamed with delight. "See, sis? What did I tell you? There was no need to worry. Yesterday at the basketball court, I could tell from the way he looked at me that he’s totally into me. Hehe~"
"Ugh, you’re so amazing, little sis. I could never read those kinds of signals. I just... I just think he’s so handsome and charming."
Wan Xinyue lowered her head, cheeks flushing pink, as she shyly scuffed the ground with the tip of her shoe.
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
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.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
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?"
