The next day, Ren Yuanhao received an order from the system early in the morning. When he went out, Mu Ziyue had not yet woken up.
After all, being a young girl, beauty sleep was a must. Ren Yuanhao bought some breakfast, including milk and burgers, and then strolled out.
According to the system's prompt, Ren Yuanhao had to arrive at Yun Tian Building, located north of Xiling City, before nine o'clock.
"Hey, I heard that place is a paradise for women, with all sorts of duty-free goods, clothing, cosmetics, shoes, bags, jewelry, and the like. Isn't it like sending a wolf into a flock of sheep for me to go there?"
The system's young lady remained noncommittal.
"Hey, can you say a few words? I'm bored riding the bus."
"What do you want to say? I'm the 'Find a Partner System,' not the 'Chat Buddy System,' alright? Don't I have any dignity?"
"Young lady, you're a bit fiery."
"Can I not be fiery? Yesterday, I told you to go to the auction, and you didn't. Are you going to use that ancient painting you acquired to wipe your nose?"
Ren Yuanhao had already anticipated being bombarded by the 'debt-ridden' buff.
"You owe so much, and I won't let it go. Even if you kick the bucket, I'll still get this money back. For example, I could steal all your ability cores, as well as the Wuji Blade and Cunxue. Hmm, all in all, it seems I can still make a profit~"
"Holy crap? That sounds like you're planning a robbery!"
"No, no, no. Think about it, your inheritance, others can't take it away. I, on the other hand, can preserve these things for the time being. We're just taking what we need, or rather, it's called recycling~"
Ren Yuanhao felt a pang of sadness. It was not his intention to have such a conversation. At this moment, he seemed to have understood a difficult truth: sometimes, silence is much more useful than incessant chatter.
The scenery outside the car window flashed by like a slideshow. It was the peak of the morning commute, with cars honking merrily. However, this bus route was relatively good during the day. If it were a non-working day or a holiday, this bus would be absolutely packed.
Women's innate desire to shop and eat is so powerful that it remains unwavering even if the sky falls.
The bus arrived at the station, and Ren Yuanhao alighted. Tall buildings stood on both sides, and the air was filled with a fragrance.
No, it was the smell of money.
"Huh? Where are the promised young ladies? Why does it look like a ghost town? I've already put on my sunglasses, and you're making me look at this?"
"Don't young ladies have to go to work?"
The system retorted. Ren Yuanhao was about to retort as well, but abiding by the traditional virtue of respecting elders and loving the young, he decisively gave up.
Why bother arguing with a system that had existed for a long time and traversed the prehistoric era?
"Just in time," Ren Yuanhao followed the red dot on the map indicating his employer's location and looked towards the champagne-gold skyscraper on the left. His employer was currently on the, inauspicious, 13th floor.
As soon as he stepped into the champagne-gold building, Ren Yuanhao was captivated. If the outside air was filled with perfume, then this building was filled with a scent like intoxicating fruit wine.
Rich, dense, elegant, and charming, yet not overly vulgar.
There was a reception desk in the center of the lobby. Ren Yuanhao's attire today was magnificent and very stylish, suggesting that his employer had excellent taste.
"Hello, sir. Whom are you looking for?"
The receptionist smiled, revealing a perfectly aligned row of eight teeth. If it were solely based on beauty, she could probably outshine many of the stunning beauties on online live streams, who were propped up by beauty filters.
However, the receptionist's question gave Ren Yuanhao a headache.
But with his intelligence, it wouldn't be difficult to enter the building.
"Oh, I'm here for a job interview on the 13th floor."
The receptionist frowned slightly, then burst into laughter.
—Holy crap, young lady, if you act like that, I'll think you're mocking me! Do you know how much damage mockery can cause? It is said that eighty percent of suicides have experienced mockery to varying degrees. Although I am naturally optimistic, don't I have any dignity?
"I apologize for my rudeness. It's just that the 13th floor is for women's custom fashion design. As a man, are you sure you're not mistaken?"
Ren Yuanhao straightened his collar and said seriously, "As a gentleman, your words are a bit prejudiced. Come, please tell me loudly, who is the target audience when women wear beautiful clothes?"
—How about that, what do you think of my strategy of feigning retreat to advance?
Ren Yuanhao was feeling smug when he heard the receptionist say, "Target audience? Of course, women wear beautiful clothes simply to look good, right? Clothing can bring people a good mood and confidence. The target audience is naturally themselves."
—No wonder you're only a receptionist despite being good-looking.
Ren Yuanhao wagged his finger and pretended to be profound, "Actually, that's not the case. There's a saying, 'A woman's beauty is for the one who pleases her.' In fact, her appearance and attire are all interconnected. When you dress beautifully, even if a hundred women praise you, it's not as good as a single compliment from a man, isn't that true?"
After hearing this analysis, the young lady's mind was opened. She excitedly said she wanted to take a photo with Ren Yuanhao and respectfully escorted him to the elevator.
"Good luck, little brother! I'm rooting for you!"
—Alas, if only your brain were a bit sharper, you wouldn't still be a front desk receptionist.
The elevator ascended smoothly, giving no indication of the jolts of a low-quality elevator. He then turned to look outside the building. The skyscrapers, rising from the ground, sparkled with beautiful, multicolored light under the morning sun. It seemed that the young ladies working here would also feel a sense of soaring to success when they ascended in the elevator every day.
As Ren Yuanhao was lost in thought, the elevator suddenly stopped on the seventh floor.
As the elevator doors opened, a tall woman with an extraordinary aura, wearing high heels that were at least twelve centimeters high, walked out. She was dressed in a red long dress that made her look like a commanding older sister. Even her lipstick shade was regal!
The young lady walked towards him, and it was as if a sea of fire ignited behind her. Her presence was so powerful that she was in no way inferior to Shen Lan Ni!
—Holy crap, young lady, you're not awkwardly taller than me by half a head, are you? Do you feel uncomfortable if you're not?
Ren Yuanhao instinctively dodged. Women like this were decisive and resolute. In ancient times, they could be heroic women who died on the battlefield. In modern companies, they would undoubtedly be individuals second only to the top boss.
These people were much harder to deal with than "steel straight girls" or "princess syndrome girls." Moreover, they were often feminists who remained single their entire lives. Men, to them, were merely props for reproduction, and such props were less troublesome than test-tube babies.
Yes, that must be it.
As Ren Yuanhao was lost in his thoughts, he suddenly heard this woman say, "You're also going to the 13th floor?"
—Young lady, you indeed have an extraordinary aura and are very beautiful, but that doesn't mean I, Ren Yuanhao, will buy into your slightly condescending question!