That's All There Is

"Payment successful, Mr. Chu. Staff will deliver the keys shortly."

The card swipe was successful, and Zou Qian's eyes were practically sparkling.

"But, Mr. Chu, do wealthy people these days prefer to keep a low profile?"

Hearing Zou Qian's puzzled question, Chu Feng looked down at himself and realized.

He hadn't even tidied up before coming home and hadn't yet adjusted to life as a rich person. His clothes were from a street stall, and he'd even taken a taxi to get here. It really didn't match his status, did it?

It seemed he needed to make some changes.

Before long, the keys were handed over to Chu Feng.

Afterward, Chu Feng contacted a housekeeping company to clean the apartment. Although the apartment was luxuriously renovated, there was still dust, as it was a new place, so a cleaning would be good.

About an hour later, three housekeeping aunties arrived. Chu Feng gave each of them an extra 500 yuan red envelope, asking them to take good care of the place.

The three housekeeping aunties were overjoyed and repeatedly assured him they would do their best.

After Chu Feng left, he took a taxi to the city center, planning to buy himself some things.

"Driver, take me to Pozi Street."

"Sure thing, young man. You seem very happy. Any good news?"

"Heh, yes, I just bought a house today and I'm going to celebrate."

Chu Feng replied with a chuckle.

"Oh wow, I see you just came from Ruiyi Garden. Houses there aren't cheap. For someone your age to be able to buy a place there, that's really something!"

The driver was quite chatty the whole way.

Chu Feng also noticed that taxi drivers seemed to have very quick tongues, like they were doing stand-up comedy.

No matter what you said, they could jump in with a response. It was quite a demanding profession.

Soon, they arrived at Pozi Street.

Pozi Street's commercial core was a landmark district in Hailing, boasting over 600 years of history and more than 100 years of commercial prosperity, with an hourly foot traffic exceeding 30,000.

After finding a private kitchen restaurant and grabbing a bite, Chu Feng prepared to buy some clothes.

As the saying goes, "Clothes make the man, and a saddle adorns the horse." No matter how much substance you have, a person's first impression is based on their appearance, and this often plays a dominant role in future interactions.

Therefore, dressing well definitely adds points to a person!

Without any hesitation, Chu Feng walked directly into a luxury men's clothing store.

"Welcome! How may I help you?"

A sales assistant in a black professional skirt suit bustled over to greet him.

Her dark hair was tied back, and her face was lightly made up.

The sales assistant perfectly embodied the image of a sophisticated urban woman and a youthful beauty.

As soon as he entered the store, none of the typical snobbish scenarios from novels occurred.

After all, the service quality of salespeople nowadays was generally quite high. With such intense competition, no one dared to be careless or negligent.

Especially in these luxury stores, the sales assistants were all trained. Who knew if some wealthy patron might come in discreetly one day?

If they looked down on someone and lost out on a commission, not only that, but if they damaged the store's reputation, they would definitely be fired.

Besides, there weren't that many people in luxury stores anyway, so they were all idle.

Without those cliché plot points, Chu Feng felt a slight sense of regret, a small mischievous thought in his mind.

Looking at the price tags inside, they were amounts that the former Chu Feng wouldn't have even dared to dream of. A single piece of clothing was almost equivalent to Chu Feng's monthly salary.

Now, he didn't feel anything about it.

Under the increasingly admiring gaze of the sales assistant, Chu Feng asked the beautiful sales assistant to pick out several sets of clothes for him: casual wear, formal wear, and summer outfits, four or five sets of each.

Seeing Chu Feng picking out clothes without batting an eye, the other sales assistants in the store came to help hold the clothes, allowing Chu Feng to experience the feeling of being a rich tycoon.

"Damn rich people!"

Ignoring the sales assistant's gaze, which seemed about to drip with adoration, Chu Feng quickly put together a complete outfit.

The total came to over 450,000 yuan. He paid by card, and a long string of receipts spewed out like a madman.

Luxury clothes were expensive, but there was a reason for their price: high-end design, impeccable tailoring. While it was hard to say they were definitively better than cheaper clothes, they were indeed comfortable to wear.

Chu Feng wasn't concerned with other things like being frugal. If he had money, why should he deny himself?

Chu Feng was already 186 cm tall with a sturdy build. Coupled with the high-end, stylish clothes, his entire demeanor changed.

He asked the store staff to deliver the clothes to his new home. The sales assistant patted her chest loudly, promising they would be delivered safely. Upon hearing that Chu Feng lived in a villa district, her eyes clearly conveyed a "Ask me out!" expression.

Is this a real rich person?

Chu Feng's eyelids twitched.

"Aren't you afraid of getting pregnant..."

After bidding farewell to the fiery, enthusiastic sales assistant, Chu Feng turned and walked out of the specialty store.

All the clothes were bought, now it's time to tidy up my image.

He walked into a style design salon.

Although he hadn't made a VIP appointment, a sales assistant's judgment wouldn't be off, would it? Looking at his attire, it was easily over fifty thousand.

"I wonder if I can meet the famous Teacher Tony."

Chu Feng thought of the internet meme with a bit of mischief.

Since returning to his youth, he felt his entire mindset had changed.

He lay down on the comfortable, soft chair, and a dedicated hair washer came to serve him.

Looking at the hair washer's air bangs, paired with Korean-style curly hair, perfectly complementing her beautiful face, and a stylish, bright uniform that accentuated her graceful figure, it made one's imagination run wild.

Of course, this was a large, legitimate styling salon, so one shouldn't expect any special services.

However, closing his eyes and enjoying the gentle service of delicate hands, smelling the faint, subtle scent of perfume, and accompanied by the elegant, soothing music in the shop, Chu Feng couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

No wonder everyone likes getting their hair washed; it truly is a form of enjoyment.

With a sweet reminder, the enjoyable time passed.

The beautiful hair washer gently dried Chu Feng's hair with a towel, and Chu Feng then sat on the specialized barber chair.

Before long, the stylist arrived.

He didn't know if it was intentional, but the stylist was also a beautiful woman.

She had a metropolitan look with large, chestnut-colored waves, and straight pencil pants added an extra touch of allure.

"Hello, I'm your stylist, you can call me Zhan Mei."

Her pleasant voice, without trying to force some pretentious English name, improved Chu Feng's impression of the beautiful woman significantly.

"Hello, what hairstyle do you think suits me? Just design it for me, I trust your professional skills."

Letting professionals do their jobs was best; Chu Feng wouldn't interfere, as it would only end up looking awkward.

Zhan Mei was also quite pleased inwardly; she hated clients who didn't understand and interfered.

Some clients insisted on hairstyles that clearly didn't suit them. Since they were customers, she couldn't refuse, and if the end result looked bad, her reputation would suffer.

Looking at the handsome man before her, tall and well-built, his clothes clearly not from ordinary brands – a typical rich and handsome type, and quite humble too, without the arrogance of a nouveau riche – she felt both curious and delighted.

However, professionalism made her put aside her wandering thoughts. She examined Chu Feng's face and began designing his hairstyle.

Professionalism truly made a difference; he was very satisfied with the hairstyle.

When the haircut was finished, the beautiful stylist also gave Chu Feng a hair treatment.

The slightly cool treatment liquid, combined with the gentle massage from warm fingertips, made Chu Feng shiver.

After the haircut, looking at his new style in the mirror, Chu Feng was very pleased.

His hair was styled in choppy layers that complemented his face shape, and his trimmed eyebrows looked masculine and strong, yet not too old-fashioned.