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.
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.
or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
