Chapter 153: If You Had Ten Million [3]

On this day, the shopping mall seemed to have been struck by a tornado.

The luxury boutiques, originally decorated with opulent splendor and intimidating to ordinary shoppers, were now empty, with hardly a few items left on the shelves.

Those sales managers who were usually so stern and professional were now sitting on the floor, laughing up at the sky.

Everything... was simply because of the arrival of Yi Xiaoyan.

Less than half an hour after entering the mall, the appearance of the female tyrant Yi Xiaoyan had already spread through every street and alley. Sales managers even rushed directly out of their own shops, following closely behind Yi Xiaoyan as if serving their own grandmothers, just hoping she would spare a glance inside their stores.

Yan Yu followed behind them, quickly growing exhausted. Taking advantage of the lunch hour, Yan Yu sat in a chair and finally caught his breath:

"So tired... So tired... Accompanying girls shopping is truly exhausting!"

"Xiaoyu, your stamina is failing you! We still have three more malls to visit this afternoon!" Yi Xiaoyan laughed.

Yan Yu rolled his eyes: "It's because you two can shop endlessly... Besides, Qingqing, you can't even wear those clothes, why are you so enthusiastic about looking at them?"

Zhao Qingqing gave a sweet smile: "Fifth Mother said that whatever I take a fancy to, she will buy it, and then have someone customize paper-mache replicas to burn for me, so I can wear them!"

"..."

Fine! That works too!

Yan Yu touched the black gold card in his pocket, pondering how on earth he could manage to spend a little bit of it.

Why not go find Fatty Hao Zhuang and Master Cao this afternoon and properly indulge in the corrupt lifestyle of the wealthy?!

Making up his mind, Yan Yu decided to skip lunch entirely. He told Yi Xiaoyan and bolted for the exit.

Just as he rushed out of the mall and caught his breath, a pretty girl accompanied by a cameraman walked straight up to him, blocking his path and asking, "Sir, this is the 'What If We Gave You' street interview segment. We'd like to ask, if we gave you ten million, what would you do?"

"Ten million?" Yan Yu was stunned. "I already have ten million right now, and it wouldn't make any difference!"

"…Never mind, excuse us," said the young female host.

The cameraman chuckled softly, "This kid doesn't even draft his lies before bragging."

Yan Yu rolled up his sleeves and shook the five gold watches on one arm: "Well... pardon me, my eyesight isn't very good. Could someone help me check what time it is?"

The cameraman fell into a brief silence: "…It's noon..."

Ignoring the cameraman's envious and resentful gaze, Yan Yu revealed another five gold watches on his other arm: "Ah, these watches haven't fallen behind either. Expensive watches are truly different..."

"Hey kid, that's enough of your act!" snapped the cameraman.

"Huh? What did you say? Speak up! I have too many keys hanging from my waist, I can't hear you clearly!" Yan Yu purposely lifted his shirt, exposing the dozens of bundles of car keys dangling from his belt.

The young female host could no longer restrain herself. She dropped her microphone, grabbed Yan Yu's arm, and said with deep affection, "Mister, although we have never met before, it was love at first sight for me. We were destined enemies in our past lives, and lovers in this one. This is my WeChat ID, please add me. I'm free on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, take a break on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, and on Sundays you can make any date you like!"

A hint of murderous intent visibly surfaced among the onlookers. For the sake of his own life, Yan Yu hastily lowered his shirt, shook off the deeply infatuated young host, and walked toward the parking lot amidst the admiring, envious, and hateful gazes of the passersby.

With his pockets bulging, Yan Yu felt as though he walked with a spring in his step, shaking three times with every stride—insolent to the extreme.

As he walked along, Yan Yu suddenly heard someone shouting from the roadside: "Fortune telling! No charge if it's not accurate!"

Yan Yu took a glance and immediately became amused. There sat Master Cao, dressed in a Taoist robe and wearing small round black glasses, telling fortunes for people.

However, pedestrian traffic here was sparse, and Master Cao's business did not look very good. He was shouting his slogans while staring down at his mobile phone.

Yan Yu stepped forward and said, "Master, really no charge if it's not accurate?"

"Of course. A man of religion does not utter falsehoods; how could this poor Taoist deceive you?" Master Cao said without lifting his head.

"All right then, give me an inaccurate fortune!" Yan Yu laughed.

"Well, well, are you pulling the leg of this poor Taoist?"

Master Cao let out a cold snort, put away his phone, and looked up. Then, he immediately covered his eyes: "Ah—such a dazzling aura, such a familiar scent, such an extraordinary figure! Could this be the legendary tycoon?!"

Yan Yu lowered his sleeve and said, "Old Cao, it's me!"

Master Cao took off his glasses and said in surprise, "Master?! How did you... Are these watches real or fake?"

"They've got to be real!" Yan Yu exulted.

"Wearing five gold watches on one hand, don't you find them heavy?" Master Cao was already starting to salivate. "Would you like me to share some of the burden?"

"These watches belong to my Fifth Mother; I have to return them in three days," Yan Yu shook his head.

Master Cao looked Yan Yu up and down: "Master, I never expected that you were actually a hidden second-generation billionaire!"

"Hehe, save the nonsense. I'm treating you to a deluxe health spa today, are you coming?" Yan Yu asked with a wicked grin.

"I must go!" Master Cao nodded persistently. "Given your imposing aura today, this poor Taoist is going to order the nineteen-eighty-eight package!"

"I'll get you the nine thousand nine hundred eighty-eight one!" Yan Yu chuckled, hooking his arm around Master Cao's shoulders as they headed toward the parking lot.

Inside the parking lot, Yan Yu and Master Cao got into Yan Yu's Lamborghini. The engine roared to life with an imposing and magnificent presence.

Master Cao envied, "It feels so good to be rich. This car is much more fun to drive than my beat-up QQ!"

"Hehe, just wait, I'll contact the others."

Yan Yu first dialed the fatty's number. The fatty answered with great excitement and said to him, "Boss, I have great news for you! Today's my treat, let's go singing at Paris Dream!"

"What a coincidence, I also have great news for you! Today's my treat, let's go party at Earth to Heaven!"

"You got it!"

Yan Yu then sent a text message to Hao Zhuang, stepped on the gas pedal, and sped all the way to Earth to Heaven.

Arriving at the Earth to Heaven massage club, Yan Yu booked the best private room, ordered the most expensive wine, and soaked his feet in Lafite wine alongside Master Cao.

Before long, the fatty rushed over. Seeing Yan Yu's extravagant and spendthrift demeanor, he couldn't help asking, "Boss, did your house get demolished for redevelopment too?"

"Even more awesome than demolition!" Yan Yu laughed. "Come sit down and tell me about your good news."

The fatty also took off his socks, placed his feet into the red wine foot-washing basin, and said excitedly, "My family just got compensated for the demolition of three more houses!"

"That's fantastic news!" Yan Yu asked, "Where were the houses?"

"Butterfly Bay! I heard a developer is going to build an eight-star hotel in Butterfly Bay, and those three houses of my family fetched eight million!" the fatty said proudly.

Yan Yu looked at the fatty and muttered silently:

"The one who demolished your house... was my mother..."