The two discussed the company's rules and regulations for a while.
After walking to the roadside, Zhou Yi reached out to hail a taxi.
Jiang Ruolan asked curiously:
"President Zhou, didn’t you drive here today?"
"I haven’t bought a car yet."
Jiang Ruolan gave him a slightly troubled look. "President Zhou, if funds aren’t too tight at the moment, I’d recommend getting a car. Otherwise, commuting might be inconvenient, and you’ll need one for business meetings too."
Zhou Yi smiled. "Money isn’t an issue. We can go look at cars after buying a suit."
The two arrived at NM Tower, the most luxurious shopping center in Huaihai.
Unlike the mall Zhou Yi had visited before, this place didn’t sell cosmetics or perfumes—only high-end clothing, luxury watches, and designer bags.
The men’s section was on the third floor. At a glance, the price tags all started in the tens of thousands.
Jiang Ruolan wasn’t worried about the clothes, though. With Zhou Yi’s figure and looks, he was even more striking than a male model.
"President Zhou, how about we pick out three suits for you today and have two custom-made?"
"Sure, you decide."
Jiang Ruolan chose a century-old European suit brand, feeling it perfectly matched Zhou Yi’s demeanor.
She selected a blue, a black, and a gray suit for him, along with two custom-tailored black suits.
Custom orders usually took time, but the craftsmanship was superior and the fit impeccable.
When Zhou Yi stepped out in the suit, even the female sales staff couldn’t take their eyes off him.
There was no denying Jiang Ruolan had an excellent eye for fashion.
The suit amplified Zhou Yi’s commanding presence, his cool gaze now sharp and piercing.
The youthful air about him faded, replaced by an aura of aristocratic elegance.
Jiang Ruolan couldn’t help but marvel—she’d found herself a boss who was downright eye candy.
The store manager approached with a smile and shook Zhou Yi’s hand.
"Sir, if it’s not too much trouble, would you mind letting us take a photo of you for our store’s promotional materials? We’d be happy to gift you a tie in return."
A man like Zhou Yi, dressed in their suits, was practically a walking advertisement!
Zhou Yi didn’t refuse and let the manager take the photo.
After changing three times, he kept the suit on, paid directly, and walked out wearing it.
Now, Zhou Yi truly looked the part of a CEO—suits really did elevate a man’s presence.
As they left the store, Jiang Ruolan suggested again:
"President Zhou, there’s a watch boutique upstairs. Would you like to pick one to complement your suit?"
Zhou Yi thought about it. Since he’d already bought the suit, skipping a luxury watch would feel incomplete.
He glanced up—the brands displayed were all household names: Rolex, Vacheron Constantin, Patek Philippe...
Naturally, none of them came cheap.
Zhou Yi decided on one priced around a million or so.
The rest of his funds would be better spent on investments.
They took the escalator upstairs.
Jiang Ruolan asked, "What kind of watch do you prefer, President Zhou?"
Zhou Yi could tell she knew far more about these things than he did. There was no point pretending to be an expert—it would only backfire.
He admitted frankly, "I’ve never looked into it. I used to wear student clothes and never paid attention to these things."
[Jiang Ruolan’s Affection Points +1]
She smiled. "Then I’d recommend Patek Philippe."
"Alright, I’ll trust your judgment."
Jiang Ruolan’s taste was impeccable—the suits she picked were flawless, so it made sense to let her choose the watch too.
Zhou Yi felt like he’d gained a personal stylist.
Her eye for style and refinement proved she excelled beyond just her professional duties.
She was definitely worth that 150,000-yuan monthly salary.
Zhou Yi bought a black Patek Philippe worth over a million—luxurious yet understated, exuding quiet sophistication.
"Next up is the car. Do you have a favorite, President Zhou?"
"The Rolls-Royce Phantom is nice."
It had been his dream car in his past life.
Zhou Yi didn’t know much about cars, but he recognized a few models, and the Phantom was one of them.
"President Zhou, if I recall correctly, that car costs over nine million."
"Yes, but don’t worry—I can afford it. Funds aren’t an issue."
Jiang Ruolan laughed. "Seems your resources run deeper than I imagined."
They took a car to the dealership.
During the ride, Zhou Yi handed Jiang Ruolan a card.
"There’s five million here for the company’s initial expenses—office supplies, hiring, and so on. Spend it as needed, and let me know if it’s not enough."
"President Zhou, isn’t this a bit..."
"If I’ve made you my assistant, it’s because I trust you. You’re my first employee, and I’ll be relying on you in many ways."
[Jiang Ruolan’s Affection Points +1]
This was the first time she’d encountered a boss like him.
Generous, open to suggestions, trusting, and understanding.
No budget constraints, no stress over squeezing perfection out of minimal funds.
"President Zhou, I’m honored by your trust. I’ll make sure every penny is well spent."
"I have no doubt you will."
They shared a smile, their rapport growing.
At the Rolls-Royce dealership, the staff, who were about to close for the day, brightened at the sight of Zhou Yi and Jiang Ruolan.
First, because they were a strikingly attractive pair.
Second, their attire screamed wealth—especially the man. His suit was clearly expensive, and his wrist bore a luxury watch.
People in this industry often judged by appearances, and high-end sales were no exception.
"Welcome! What model are you interested in today?"
A salesperson greeted them with an enthusiastic smile.
"Rolls-Royce Phantom."
After Zhou Yi stated his preference, the salesperson led him straight to the car.
He took a seat for a test—supremely comfortable.
The car’s exterior was sleek, perfect for business meetings, impressing women, or simply flaunting status.
Zhou Yi didn’t ask many questions. He wasn’t here for technical specs.
In under an hour, the deal was done.
The other salespeople regretted not approaching him first.
Clients who paid this effortlessly were rare—most visitors just wasted their time window-shopping.
This customer had asked a few questions, then paid without hesitation.
The woman beside him addressed him as "President," clearly his subordinate.
Jiang Ruolan’s demeanor and attire ruled out any assumption of her being a mistress—she was unmistakably professional.
Before they left, the salesperson invited Zhou Yi and Jiang Ruolan for a photo with the new car, explaining it would be posted on their official Weibo for promotion.
Zhou Yi agreed.
Ah, the woes of being handsome.
And it was this very Weibo post that would later catch the attention of Zhou Yi’s followers.
Those who had doubted him from the start were in for a rude awakening.
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...
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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?"
