"Ding~ Activated 'Face-Slapping' scenario detected!" Zero's voice rang in Han Feng's mind, accompanied by a strange chuckle.
"It's like a pillow being delivered just when I'm sleepy," Han Feng thought to himself.
The following are optional options—
Zero said to himself:
Option 1: Crush them directly before the auction
Method: Notify the Zhao Group in advance to cancel the cooperation; Effect: Zhao Mingkai collapses on the spot; Reward: Random skill +1
Option 2: Overwhelming the bid
Method: Prevent Zhao Mingkai from bidding on any items; Effect: Absolute financial dominance; Reward: 1 billion in cash.
Option 3: Extreme humiliation
Method: Increase the price by 100 yuan each time to annoy the opponent, inducing them to become angry and reveal their identity; Effect: Social death; Reward: Upgrade a designated skill by 1 level (limited to Lv5 and below); Special reward: Individual option upgrade (options can be upgraded individually, and different options can be combined).
Han Feng's lips curled up slightly. The options Zero offered were getting increasingly despicable, but he had to admit... they suited his taste perfectly.
"Choose 3," he murmured to himself.
"Wow~ Host's naughty!" the system announced in an exaggerated electronic voice, "The 'Ultimate Humiliation' mode has been selected. Skill upgrade rewards will be distributed upon completion of the mission~"
"Can you please stop being so disgusting?"
"Gagaga, can't the host take it anymore?"
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At 3 p.m., at Kyoto's most upscale "Starry Night" shopping center.
Su Wanwan tugged at Han Feng's sleeve, her eyes sparkling as she stared at a deep blue evening gown in the shop window: "This one! This one will absolutely dazzle Zhao Mingkai!"
Han Feng glanced at the price tag: yuan, and nodded: "Let's give it a try."
As the two entered the store, they were immediately greeted by the scent of expensive perfumes filling the air. Crystal chandeliers reflected light onto the displayed haute couture, making the entire store feel like a luxurious dream.
However, the dream was soon shattered.
"What do you two need?" A saleswoman with exquisite makeup walked over, her gaze sweeping over Han Feng's casual clothes and Su Wanwan's ripped jeans, and the smile on her lips immediately faded a bit.
"Take that one out for her to try on," Han Feng said, pointing to the shop window.
The sales assistant didn't move: "That's a new style this season; you need to buy other items before you can try it on." She glanced meaningfully at their outfits, "Or... could we confirm our budget first?"
Su Wanwan immediately exploded: "What do you mean? You think we can't afford it?"
The sales assistant gave a forced smile: "Miss, please don't misunderstand, I'm just trying to avoid unnecessary trouble. Last week, an online celebrity came in to take photos and post them on social media, and ended up getting her dress dirty..."
Han Feng held down Su Wanwan, who was about to jump up, his eyes turning cold: "Call your store manager."
"The store manager is attending to VIP clients." The sales assistant's tone grew increasingly dismissive. "If you two are just browsing, I suggest you go to the fast-fashion brands on the third floor; they'd be more suited to your...style."
"Ding! New opportunity to slap someone in the face detected!" The system's voice suddenly popped up, "Option 1: Change your sales assistant to buy 500,000 worth of clothes, and you will be rewarded with all shares of this mall; Option 2: Bet with the current sales assistant to bark like a dog, and you will be rewarded with 80% of the parent company's global shares."
Han Feng almost burst out laughing. What grudge does the system have against the sales assistant?
"I choose 2," he replied in his mind.
In reality, Han Feng calmly looked at the sales guide and said, "How about we make a bet?"
The sales assistant raised an eyebrow: "What kind of bet?"
"If I spend over a million here today," Han Feng's voice wasn't loud, but it made several customers around him turn their heads, "you'll bark like a dog three times at the store entrance."
The store fell silent instantly. The sales assistant's face flushed red and then turned pale: "Are you... are you crazy?!"
"You don't dare?" Han Feng still had a smile on his lips. "Or are you admitting you look down on people?"
A growing crowd gathered. The sales associate, caught in a bind, gritted her teeth and said, "Fine, I'll bet! But if you can't do it, you'll have to kneel down and apologize to me!"
"Deal." Han Feng turned to Su Wanwan, "Which one do you like? Try them both on."
For the next half hour, the shop turned into Su Wanwan's personal fashion show. Han Feng was like an emotionless credit card machine; any clothes Su Wanwan glanced at were immediately bought up. A dark blue evening gown was a given, paired with matching high heels, a handbag, and even a diamond necklace.
"This one!" Su Wanwan jumped out of the fitting room and twirled around. The fiery red fishtail dress accentuated her fair skin, making her look like a dancing flame.
"Wrap it up." Han Feng nodded.
"And this one!" She changed into a black backless dress.
\"wrap up.\"
When the POS machine dispensed the seventh receipt, the sales assistant's hands were already trembling. Total amount: 1,287,650 yuan.
"Now," Han Feng put away the black card, "to fulfill the bet."
The sales assistant looked ashen-faced: "Sir... I was just joking..."
"I'm not." Han Feng's gaze sent a chill down her spine.
Just then, a middle-aged man in a sharp suit rushed over, his name tag reading "Store Manager." Without even glancing at the sales assistant, he bowed deeply to Han Feng at a ninety-degree angle.
"Chairman Han! I had no idea you would come to inspect the place in person. I am so sorry for not welcoming you properly!"
The entire shop was completely silent. Su Wanwan's mouth was agape in an "O" shape.
"Chairman Han... Chairman Han?" The sales assistant's voice was already trembling with sobs.
The store manager glared at her: "This is Mr. Han Feng, the largest shareholder of the LVMH Group! We just received a notification from headquarters that Chairman Han holds 80% of the group's shares!"
Su Wanwan suddenly turned to look at Han Feng, who simply shrugged, as if it were a trivial matter.
"So," Han Feng looked at the pale-faced sales assistant, "are you going to walk out yourself, or should I have someone 'invite' you out?"
Five minutes later, the entire mall could hear loud "woof woof woof" from the store entrance. Su Wanwan was leaning on the shop window, laughing so hard she couldn't stand up straight, while Han Feng took the documents handed to him by the store manager and quickly signed a few names.
"Deliver the clothes to this address," he wrote down the villa's location.
"Okay, Mr. Han, is there anything else you need?"
"Please help me pick out a few more outfits. I'm going to the auction tonight."
"Okay, I'll help you choose right away," the store manager said obsequiously, and instructed the other sales assistants to hurry up and get the clothes.
Han Feng glanced at Su Wanwan, who was still grinning foolishly: "Let's go. What are you still grinning about?"
As they walked out of the mall, Su Wanwan stared at Han Feng as if he were an alien: "LVMH Group? 80% of the shares? How much more is there that I don't know?"
Sunlight shone on Han Feng's profile, outlining a perfect silhouette: "Many."
Just as Su Wanwan was about to press for more information, Qin Chuan called: "President Han, the invitation is ready. I'll be waiting for you at the East Gate."
"I'm at Starry Sky Shopping Mall now, I'll be back in a bit." Han Feng hung up the phone, a playful glint in his eyes. Tonight's auction was destined to be spectacular.
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