How can I justify myself as a Magnate if I don't indulge myself?

An hour later.

Gu Heng gazed at himself in front of the massive floor mirror, with only one expression on his face...

And that was satisfaction!

Before putting on this whole set of LV attire, although he couldn’t be considered a complete bumpkin, he wasn’t anything special either, the kind of person who, when thrown into a crowd, would be ignored straightaway if others spared him one glance less...

But now...

The pure white long casual coat showcased Gu Heng’s sole physical advantage to its fullest—the standard height of a 1.8-meter tall guy. The light grey lining and equally colored casual wide-leg pants also added a touch of different hue...

Gu Heng didn’t want to talk rubbish like ’The tailor makes the man or the saddle makes the horse.’ If one had time and capital, who wouldn’t want to dress handsomely?

All he wanted to do now was to exclaim that money was indeed damn good at nurturing people...

With money, someone with a bit of a base like him, simply by changing into a set of clothes, had transformed dramatically...

Then look at those internet celebrities who dressed up ugly before...

Take Little A’giao, for instance, who was treated like a clown and laughed at for being uglier than a dog...

But when he made money, turned around and started driving a Toyota Prado, changed into designer clothes, he became a genuine elite. The previous electronic pet had now turned into the damn esteemed Mr. Zhan Dapeng, and people in the comments started saying he had an aura...

If even such things could be nurtured to have an aura, it just shows how much money is damn good at nurturing people...

Without lingering on these thoughts for too long, Gu Heng shifted his gaze to the sales associate standing beside.

"Wrap these up along with the casual jacket from earlier," he said.

Hearing Gu Heng’s voice, the sales associate seemed to hear the most enchanting music in the world. Despite trying hard to control her emotions, her upturned lips were harder to suppress than an AK...

"Certainly, sir, but I need to remind you that I have already calculated the price for these two ensembles, and they exceed your budget by 40,000 yuan. If needed, I can help you choose two less expensive items to substitute," she said.

"No need, just these two will do."

A pair of shoes that costs 45,800 had shocked Gu Heng for half a day, but once he got used to it...

He realized spending 240,000 yuan on two sets of clothes actually seemed no big deal? It even felt more casual than buying clothes on Taobao for 80 yuan with free shipping...

Upon reaching the checkout counter and seeing the sales associate already with the POS machine ready, even before Gu Heng could react, she asked, "Sir, do you plan to pay by card, or some other way?"

"Can’t I use WeChat?" he asked.

The sales associate readily replied, "Of course, you can. It’s just that for such a large payment, few people choose WeChat Pay, using a card is a bit safer." (PS: Don’t fuss over WeChat’s transaction limit.)

Hearing the sales associate’s explanation, Gu Heng showed no embarrassment from never having swiped a card before and shrugged nonchalantly.

His thinking was simple, as long as he had enough money to pay, how he paid didn’t matter, right?

[The host has understood the meaning of making the most of the situation and has learned the principle of nurturing with money, indulging in a shopping spree at the LV store! Reward: 480,000 yuan. Current balance: 2.04 million yuan.]

As the system’s reward notification rang out, the payment of 240,000 yuan went through successfully.

And the sales associate’s smile was now completely unrestrained.

True, there was no shortage of sales at the end of the year, but finding a high-quality order like Gu Heng’s, worth over two hundred thousand in one go, was rare, and customers like Gu Heng, who paid decisively without much fuss, were even rarer.

Thinking of this, the sales associate’s eyes softened even more as she gently said, "Sir, may I add you on WeChat?"

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"Please don’t get me wrong, I feel that you must be someone who pays special attention to the quality of life. If LV has new products in the future, I will recommend them immediately in my Moments.

Also, if you have any issues with this purchase, you can contact me right away."

Don’t get you wrong?

With the way you’re looking at me, you’re practically drooling, yet you want me not to misunderstand?

Back when I was broke, Gu Heng particularly despised those women who choose dishes by looking at the price tag first, also known as materialistic women.

As for why he hated them, the reason was quite simple.

Because he himself was a penniless loser.

In the words of those women, having them even let him smell their underwear would be considered a holiday treat.

But an adult’s love and hate can change in the blink of an eye, and now Gu Heng doesn’t hate gold-diggers at all.

Because he’s got money now, and the object of these gold-diggers’ worship is himself; he’s now the beneficiary, so why would he continue to hate them?

With the crisp "ding" from the smartphone, the two also added each other as contacts on WeChat.

When he used to surf the internet, he often saw some "internet tycoons" claiming that as long as you’re rich, bedding a saleswoman isn’t any harder than bedding a technician.

Gu Heng always believed that practice is the sole criterion for the truth.

Unfortunately, he hated that he didn’t have the financial power back then to confirm it himself.

Now that he has the ability, of course, he wants to put it into practice.

And being a sales associate at a luxury store like LV, it goes without saying that their attractiveness isn’t in question; they may not all be goddesses, but they certainly belong to the category of having pretty faces, good enough for a friendly match.

As for the notion that pursuing sales associates or guides could affect one’s social status—that’s not even within his consideration.

He’s just an ordinary guy who’s suddenly on a winning streak, feeling inflated inside; the notion of prestige has absolutely nothing to do with him.

He’s not one to aim for the stars; he couldn’t stand those who’ve never eaten low-quality abalone, yet rushed to disdain the fishy taste of a fresh one—a harder front than a bull’s, bragging like that is truly a loss of prestige.

After adding each other as friends, Gu Heng had no intention of staying to discuss the intimate details of getting wet and consummating the relationship; he walked towards the store’s exit carrying several bags of luxury goods worth over a hundred thousand...

"Mr. Gu, the clothes you changed out of and the devil’s ivy are still here."

Hearing the sales associate’s voice, Gu Heng turned around and stretched out his hand full of shopping bags, smiling and saying, "Do you think I can free up a third hand to carry those?"

"What should we do with them? How about you leave me an address, and I’ll help you deliver them later?"

Hearing the sales associate’s response, Gu Heng smiled. That was exactly the answer he wanted.

It was his first time being sneaky, and he had succeeded so easily.

But it was mostly thanks to her cooperation.

Whether she had seen through his ruse or not, Gu Heng got the response he desired.

If she had noticed and still played along, then she was taking the bait willingly, giving him even more room to maneuver.

After a brief exchange of gazes, Gu Heng still maintained that smile, casually saying, "Just find a trash can for the clothes, and as for the devil’s ivy, you can keep it for me. Just bring it over when you have some time."

After speaking, he left without any further ado.

The entire outfit he had come in with didn’t even cost 200 yuan, hardly worth the price of a button on his coat worth over sixty thousand; losing them was no loss at all.

As for the devil’s ivy that had been with him from the start, mainly because Gu Heng was a sentimental person, he wanted to keep a souvenir from his bachelor life.

If this ten-yuan potted ivy could lead to something with this beautiful sales associate, then it would have served its greatest purpose, and even less so worth lamenting...

Stepping out of the mall, the evening sun seemed even more blinding...

No wonder they always say men become bad when they get rich.

Turns out it’s all damn true.

All this time, he had believed he was all about pure love, his pitch being to win somebody’s heart for a lifelong union. Only now did he realize, he wasn’t about pure love—it was pure poverty...

It’s only been a few hours since he started cheating, and it seems he’s already drifting towards becoming a scumbag?