Chapter Twenty

  Li Jin rummaged through another bag and put all his bank cards with Luo Fei into his pocket, then walked quickly to the door.

  "Where are you going, Xiao Jin?" A sudden surge of ominous foreboding rose up in Lu Fei's heart.

  "Don't worry, I'm not going to rob a bank." Li Jin turned off his phone and threw it far away to Luo Fei, "Wait for me until I come back."

  Simada Road is the most bustling place in this prosperous city.

  It seems that the place is always bustling with people, even at 2 or 3 in the morning. The lights are always on and the crowds never cease. All the world's major luxury brands have their flagship stores here, from LV to Lane to Hermès... Huge billboards tower above like mountain peaks, proudly displaying their logos. Everywhere you look, people are rushing by with Starbucks coffee in hand, each face a blur as they hurry to find a phone booth, wearing their underwear on the outside of their clothes, ready to save the world.

  Li Jin stood under the huge GUCCI logo, staring blankly at the slightly dull golden LOGO.

  He had thought he would never have to take this step again.

  It wasn't until he stood here that he realized how naive his past self had been.

  This is his only way out.

  The sunlight near noon seemed to have a certain ferocity, illuminating the originally deep golden color into a dazzling light that pierced his eyes, making them ache.

  Alas, he suddenly let out a self-deprecating sigh, and indeed, as one gets older, one starts to hesitate, look back at the past when I stood up straight without any hesitation.

  She stepped into the door, and the interior decoration was elegant and atmospheric. A smiling salesgirl with light makeup came forward and said warmly: "Hello, what can I help you with?"

  "I'm going to a wine party, would you mind helping me come up with some ideas?" He responded with a dazzling smile, his smile was stunning, no less than the cover model of the latest issue of "Fashion Mr." magazine.

  The salesgirl politely responded, took a closer look at him for a moment, and then quickly slipped into the goods. Li Jin sat leisurely on the sofa drinking tea, and happened to lift his legs to admire the newly published "Fortune" magazine. In just ten minutes, from head to toe, a complete set of men's suits was ready.

  "Thank you." He put down the cup of tea, raised the corner of his mouth to thank the salesgirl, and went into the fitting room to change out of his POLO shirt and jeans. In this world, what suits a man best is indeed a tailcoat, especially GUCCI's new design for this season advocates French style, every cut and stitch is filled with the romantic sentiment of France that has been accumulated over hundreds of years.

  Li Jin pushed open the fitting room door and walked straight to the mirror. The man in the mirror was dressed in a suit, tall and slender, looking like a high-end white-collar elite from a skyscraper office building. He frowned and looked himself up and down three or four times, still not satisfied, and casually pulled off the blue-gray striped tie around his neck. The buttons at the collar were not fastened properly, and with this pull, the buttons also came undone, revealing a small protruding collarbone.

  The salesgirl swallowed hard.

  She never thought that her own clothes would have such magical power, able to instantly transform a man who looked like a university graduate into an elite foreign enterprise.

  Li Jinxin walked into the store and browsed around - a white grid tie? Not good; a pure black tie? Too heavy; red stripes? He took off this tie, stood up his shirt collar, finger flipped, and tied a beautiful knot.

  "Does it look good?" He tilted his head and smiled at the salesgirl.

  "Good...good looking." The salesgirl's voice was as soft as a mosquito hum.

  Of course, he looks good. Li Jin has always had a handsome face, with a narrow waist and broad shoulders, his figure is just right, and the all-black suit seems to be tailor-made for him, wearing it on his body, even the design of the waist that everyone complains about is seamless and natural. Moreover, which man still wears a tie knot nowadays? And which man wears a tie knot with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, as if this is the button of his lover's underwear, every time his fingers move, they are filled with countless ambiguous flavors.

  The salesgirl sighed softly. Many rich young men come and go in this store, and there are even more excellent-looking ones. Which one can compare to the person in front of me?

  Li Jing put on the new shoes, replacing the cheap leather shoes he had bought from a street stall for 50 yuan a pair. He walked around the store's soft carpet, but still felt something was lacking.

  Where is it after all?

  He furrowed his brow, with his fingers supporting his chin in deep thought.

  The salesgirl's heart was filled with blossoming peach flowers, and she was lost in their beauty. Suddenly, she felt a gentle breeze that was hard to detect, and she subconsciously lifted her head to find the man who had been on her mind standing right in front of her.

  "Ah!" The salesgirl gasped in shock.

  That person stood in front of him and didn't stop there, but actually slightly bent down, with his palm and eyes all directed at himself...

  Oh no, you... in broad daylight, what are you going to do...

  The salesgirl felt her heart was about to stop, and it got bigger and bigger, so full that she couldn't tell if it was shyness, nervousness, or a hint of expectation...

  Two minutes later, nothing happened.

  The salesgirl suddenly opened her eyes, was there still someone in front of her?

  She stood up with a hint of disappointment, and the man was standing not far away from her, intently fastening his tie clip on his tie.

  Actually, he just came for the tie clip, and wasn't...

  Li Jing carefully adjusted the position of his tie clip, looked up, and quietly observed the salesgirl's distraction from the reflection in the mirror.

  Now it seems, this appearance is really good-looking indeed.

  "Trouble settling the bill." He handed his credit card to the salesgirl, "I'll use card."

  The salesgirl responded with a sound, took over the card. The card was swiped on the POS machine, but made a "beeping" sound.

  "Sorry sir, this card..." The salesgirl seemed somewhat uncertain, "Insufficient balance?"

  Li Jin's expression stiffened slightly.

  Insufficient balance is normal.

  How much savings does he have with Lu Fei? And how much credit can he apply for from the bank based on this?

  The price of this suit is extraordinary; he can afford to pay for a set of clothes today, but tomorrow he may not have enough money to eat.

  But he still wants to buy it, and must buy it.

  Because in this next game of high-stakes betting he must succeed, and these clothes are his important stake!

  Who says you can't risk everything and gamble once?

  Li Jin handed another card in front of the shopping guide girl.

  "Would you mind splitting it into two orders?" He smiled.

  Haino Building

  Duan Zhenglong started his business at the age of 35 and didn't accumulate a fortune of over 100 million until he was 50, barely making it into the ranks of the rich. Half a month ago, when his secretary handed him an invitation to the Wei Tian Group's banquet, Duan Zhenglong felt not only excited but also nostalgic.

  Wei Tian Group Wei, the most aristocratic of the aristocracy, would actually send him an invitation letter. Does this prove that Old Comrade Duan's years of hard struggle have finally been recognized by high society? From now on, can he also stamp a "noble family" brand on his descendants?

  He was over the moon and specially asked his secretary to take his only son to Milan to buy a tailored suit. On the day of the cocktail party, he personally took his son there. When they got out of the car, he looked up at the towering peak of the Haino Building and was almost speechless with excitement.

  Old Duan was about to lean down and whisper to his son when a dark, oppressive figure suddenly appeared before him. Old Duan had grown up in poverty with poor nutrition, and after living for over fifty years, he only stood at 1.68 meters tall. The figure almost completely overshadowed him, causing him to involuntarily lift his head.

  "Hello, sir. My name is Lijin." The young man in the suit smiled and greeted him, "I'm Mr. Wei's personal assistant, here to welcome you to the venue."