If Xiao Zhan knew the password and the payment was successful, it would be enough to prove that he was the owner of that black card. Although Qian Yiming suspected from a distance of a few meters away after taking just two glances, he couldn't confirm whether that black card was really the legendary supreme black card.
Beep beep beep...
After a moment, accompanied by a familiar light sound, a bill was spit out from the bottom of the POS machine, representing a successful payment.
"Oh my god, this guy really has money???"
The first to cry out was Sun Ziyi: "Muqiu, he was locked up in prison for five full years, wasn't he? He couldn't even get out of the prison gate, where did he get so much money?"
"Nearly one million! He couldn't have just gotten out of prison and went to rob someone, right?"
Sun Ziyi really couldn't think of any other explanation. Recalling Xiao Zhan's violent tendencies to get physical at the slightest provocation, she actually felt that robbery was more reasonable.
"This..."
Su Muqiu shook her head: "I don't know either."
She really didn't know.
If there weren't so many people present, she couldn't restrain her intense curiosity and wanted to pull Xiao Zhan aside to get to the bottom of this.
"It's all because of my big mouth! Lost such a big customer..."
The salesperson who spoke rudely earlier secretly glanced at the numbers displayed on the bill, his face was ashen, and his heart was bleeding. He hated that he couldn't slap himself a few times, nearly 50,000 yuan in commission had flown away just like that.
"It really is his card!"
Qian Yiming's mouth twitched a few times as his thoughts spun rapidly: "It's better to believe it exists than not. If that black card isn't the legendary supreme card, there are plenty of opportunities for revenge, but if it is the supreme card, and I call someone over to beat him up, the consequences would be unimaginable. So for now, I'll go back and investigate clearly first..."
With this thought, he turned and left.
"Hey, Brother Ming don't go yet. That punk hasn't been taught a lesson yet."
The young woman covered her face as she stood up, crying and shouting. She turned back to glare at Xiao Zhan resentfully, before chasing off in dissatisfaction.
So... they left just like that?
What about calling people over to beat Xiao Zhan to death?
What about if they can't beat Xiao Zhan to death, they'll share his surname from now on?
After getting hit and spewing vicious words, bluffing halfway then chickening out? Running away in defeat? The precious son of the richest man, is he really that irresponsible?
Clearly this wasn't Qian Yiming's usual style!
"It seems there's some issue with that card..."
Chen Shaohui's eyebrows furrowed slightly as his mind raced. He understood Qian Yiming somewhat. It was absolutely impossible that Qian Yiming was scared away by Xiao Zhan's kick just now or just a mere 900,000+ yuan.
So the problem could only be with Xiao Zhan's strange black card!
"Not bad for the richest man's son, he's got some insight."
Others might not know, but Xiao Zhan was very clear why Qian Yiming had suddenly left. He put away the supreme black card, then turned to look at Su Muqiu with a smile. "Wife, all the clothes in this store now belong to you, take whatever you like."
"I..."
Even until now, Su Muqiu still felt somewhat unreal. She said awkwardly, "There's so many clothes, I can't possibly wear them all. You're too wasteful."
"Then let Ziyi help you, you can wear them together."
Xiao Zhan looked towards Sun Ziyi.
"Me?"
Sun Ziyi was a bit surprised. She humphed, "There's at least over a hundred pieces of clothing in this store. Even with me it's useless, plus a large portion of the sizes and styles simply don't suit Muqiu and me."
"Is that so."
Xiao Zhan thought for a moment, then smiled, "No problem, we can do without the unsuitable ones."
"Doing without is unacceptable!"
Upon hearing this, the salesperson whose heart was bleeding stood up and shook his head, "Sir, our store does not allow returns for sold merchandise. If you just rented out the place earlier to show off to Young Master Qian, and now that Young Master Qian has left, you want to go back on your word, that would not be proper."
Xiao Zhan had bluffed around for half the day, and this salesperson's heart had bled for half the day in indignation. Now the bill was settled, Qian Yiming had left too, yet Xiao Zhan wanted to take back the bluff and refund the money he had paid?
No way!
Finally there was a chance to vent, how could that salesperson possibly let it go!
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
