"Payment successful, President Chu. A staff member will bring the keys over shortly."
The card went through, and Zou Qian's eyes practically lit up.
"By the way, President Chu, do rich people these days all like to keep a low profile?"
Hearing Zou Qian's puzzled question, Chu Feng looked at himself and realized it too.
He had not even unpacked after getting home, and he still had not adjusted to living like a rich man. His clothes were all cheap street-stall goods, and he had even taken a taxi here. It really did not fit 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 place. Although the house had been lavishly decorated, it was still dusty. It was a new home, after all, so it was best to have it cleaned.
More than an hour later, three housekeepers arrived. Chu Feng gave each of them an extra 500-yuan red envelope and asked them to put some care into it.
The three housekeepers were overjoyed and repeatedly promised to do their best.
After Chu Feng left, he took a taxi downtown, planning to buy a few things for himself.
"Driver, Pozi Street."
"Sure thing. Young man, you look pretty happy. Got some good news?"
"Hehe, yeah. I just bought a house today, so I'm planning to celebrate."
Chu Feng answered with a smile.
"Oh my, I saw you coming out of Ruiyi Garden just now. The homes there aren't cheap. You're so young, yet you can already afford a place there. That's really impressive!"
The driver was quite the talker all the way.
Chu Feng also realized that taxi drivers seemed to be especially eloquent, like crosstalk performers.
No matter what you said, they could always keep the conversation going. It was quite a broad-minded profession.
They soon arrived at Pozi Street.
Pozi Street was Hailing's commercial core and an iconic district with more than six hundred years of history and over a century of commercial prosperity. Its hourly foot traffic exceeded thirty thousand people.
After casually finding a private cuisine restaurant and grabbing something to eat, Chu Feng prepared to buy some clothes.
As the saying went, clothes made the man just as a saddle made the horse. No matter how much substance you had, people's first impression of you came from appearances, and that often took the lead in future interactions.
So dressing better was absolutely a bonus for anyone!
Chu Feng did not waste time and walked straight into a luxury menswear boutique.
"Welcome! How may I help you?"
A saleswoman in a black business suit hurried over to greet him.
Her glossy black hair was pinned up behind her head, and her delicately made-up face was lovely.
The refined charm of an urban woman and youthful beauty were displayed to perfection in the saleswoman.
The moment he entered, none of those melodramatic novel scenes where people looked down on him happened.
After all, service staff these days were generally quite professional. Competition was so fierce that no one dared to be careless.
Especially in luxury stores, where salespeople were trained. Who knew when some tycoon might come in dressed modestly?
If they looked down on him, not only would they lose their commission, but they would also damage the store's reputation and surely get fired.
Besides, luxury stores did not have that many customers. Since they were free anyway, they might as well serve him.
Without those melodramatic scenes, Chu Feng actually felt a little disappointed. That tiny bit of wicked amusement in his heart had gone unfulfilled.
The price tags inside were things Chu Feng in his previous life would never have dared to imagine. One outfit nearly cost as much as a month of his salary.
Now, though, he felt nothing about it.
As the saleswoman's eyes grew brighter and brighter, Chu Feng had her pick out several sets of clothes for him: casual wear, formal wear, and summer clothes, four or five sets of each.
Seeing Chu Feng select clothes nonstop without even blinking, the other salespeople in the store also came over to help carry them. Chu Feng got to experience what it felt like to be a tycoon.
"Damn rich people!"
Ignoring the saleswoman's gaze, which was practically dripping with desire, Chu Feng quickly put together a full outfit.
The bill came to more than 450,000 yuan. He swiped his card, and a long string of receipts spewed out like crazy.
Luxury clothes were expensive for a reason. With their high-end designs and proper tailoring, it was hard to say they were better than every cheaper item of clothing, but they were undeniably comfortable to wear.
Chu Feng did not care about being frugal or anything like that. If he had money, why should he make himself suffer?
Chu Feng was already 186 centimeters tall and sturdily built. Once he put on those high-end clothes, his entire aura changed.
He asked the staff to deliver the purchases to his new home. The saleswoman patted her chest so hard it thumped and guaranteed that everything would be delivered safely. When she heard about Chu Feng's villa complex, her eyes practically spelled out, "Come ask me out."
This was a real tycoon, huh?
Even Chu Feng's eyelids twitched at the sight.
"Aren't you afraid you'll pat them right in..."
After bidding farewell to the fiery saleswoman, Chu Feng turned and walked out of the boutique.
Now that he had bought clothes, it was time to tidy up his appearance.
He entered an image design salon.
Although he had not booked a VIP appointment, could a salesperson's eye be bad? That outfit alone was worth more than fifty thousand yuan.
"I wonder if I'll get to meet the famous Teacher Tony."
Thinking of that online joke, Chu Feng's mischievous side surfaced again.
Ever since he had returned to his younger days, he felt as if his whole mindset had changed.
As he lay back in a comfortable, soft chair, a dedicated hair washer came over to serve him.
The hair washer had airy bangs and Korean-style curls that perfectly complemented her pretty face. Her fashionable, eye-catching uniform and graceful figure were enough to set one's imagination running wild.
Of course, this was a large, legitimate styling salon, so he could forget about any special services.
Still, as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the gentle service of those slender, delicate hands, breathed in the faint scent of perfume, and listened to the elegant, soothing music in the shop, Chu Feng could not help but sigh in praise.
No wonder everyone liked getting their hair washed. It really was an enjoyment.
At a sweet reminder, his pleasant time came to an end.
The beautiful hair washer gently dried Chu Feng's hair with a towel, and he took a seat in a dedicated barber chair.
Before long, the stylist arrived.
Whether it was intentional or not, she was also a beauty.
She had chestnut-colored, voluminous waves in the style of an urban beauty, while her tight pencil pants added another touch of seduction.
"Hello, I'm your stylist. You can call me Zhan Mei."
Her voice was pleasant to hear, and she did not force some pretentious English name on him. That immediately improved Chu Feng's impression of her.
"Hello. Take a look and see what hairstyle suits me. Just design one for me. I trust your professional skills."
Professionals should handle professional matters. Chu Feng did not want to interfere randomly and end up making it neither fish nor fowl.
Zhan Mei was quite pleased as well. She hated customers who knew nothing yet insisted on meddling.
Some people insisted on getting hairstyles that did not suit them at all. Since they were customers, she could not argue with them. When the result turned out ugly, her own reputation suffered too.
The handsome man before her was tall, and his clothes were clearly not from ordinary brands. He was the classic tall, rich, handsome type, yet he was humble and did not have the face of a nouveau riche. She felt both curious and delighted.
But her professionalism dispelled those wandering thoughts. She studied Chu Feng's face and began designing his hairstyle.
Professionals really were different. 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 solution, paired with the gentle massage of warm fingertips, made Chu Feng shiver.
When the haircut was over, Chu Feng looked at his new style in the mirror and felt very satisfied.
His tousled short hair suited his face, while his trimmed eyebrows made him look masculine without making him seem too mature.