《Cash Rules Everything: My Infinite Wallet》

Lu Yuan glanced at his Patek Philippe. "Manager Liu, let's grab lunch before our shopping spree. My treat."

Liu Feiyan's smile held professional restraint. "I appreciate the offer, Mr. Lu, but staff meals are provided at the hotel."

"Just a quick bite at the hotel's top-floor restaurant," he pressed. "We'll descend immediately if work calls."

After a brief hesitation, she acquiesced. Twenty minutes later, they stood 200 meters above Beijing in Jingyun Restaurant—a glass-walled aerie where diners floated above the city's ant-like traffic.

"Truly lives up to its reputation as Beijing's famous many people check-in spot," Lu Yuan remarked, gazing through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

"The night view is more spectacular," Liu noted, her earlobe diamonds catching the midday light.

When menus arrived, Lu Yuan ordered decisively: "Black pepper Boston lobster, Australian Wagyu sirloin well-done, two shrimp spring rolls."

"Enough for three people!" Liu protested, though her eyes sparkled at the ¥3,562 feast.

"Hardly a banquet," Lu Yuan shrugged. With his current IQ of 58, he'd calculated the total instantly.

Liu's laughter turned wistful. "For me, this is a banquet. I've worked below these glass floors for two years but never dared dine here."

"Your salary should allow occasional indulgences," Lu Yuan observed, tearing into bread.

"Ten years in Beijing, one goal." Her fingers traced the table's linen texture. "An apartment here. Every yuan saved gets me closer."

Lu Yuan raised his juice glass. "To the city's unsung warriors." Their toast echoed through the crystalline space.

An hour later, they entered Longyue Mall's fashion battleground. Lu Yuan recoiled at the clothing tsunami. "I surrender! You're the general here."

Liu transformed instantly, radiating confidence. "Preferences? Classic or experimental?"

"Comfort first. No budget."

Her stilettos clicked toward Armani. Three hours later, Lu Yuan had become a human mannequin—stripped, dressed, and critiqued through eighteen luxury boutiques.

"Shoulder padding contradicts your natural frame."

"This waistcut violates anatomical reality."

"Oversized? More like refugee-chic."

When Lu Yuan's patience neared collapse, Liu called ceasefire at ¥190,000. The result? A walking magnetism generator.

"Satisfied?" Liu adjusted his Brioni lapel as passing smartphones clicked like crickets.

"Can we install anti-paparazzi forcefields?" He tugged his collar, igniting another camera barrage.