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!
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. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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.”
