Touch Costs a Hundred Million Dollars (Seeking Collections and Recommendation Tickets)

On the beach.

Wearing sunglasses and a classic beach outfit, Zhou Yi lounged on a beach chair, holding an opened coconut as he occasionally sucked on the straw, taking a sip here and there.

Boring.

No matter how fun the place or the thing, there always came a time when you got tired of it, and Zhou Yi had fallen into that state now.

As for beautiful women... they were just that. He'd seen plenty, experienced plenty, and now had almost no special interest in anyone—unless they had a unique identity, like Gisele, with her figure, looks, and status as a story character.

Of course, that definitely wasn't because he was lacking in stamina. With his current physical condition, he had nothing to worry about.

Actually, looking back, Zhou Yi recalled his life before he'd crossed over, and he even felt a bit nostalgic for his old self—

A plain, unremarkable college student like Louis Koo, who had experienced nothing, was still a blank slate, held beautiful fantasies about everything, used the small amount of money he earned from writing novels to help pay his family's mortgage, kept some for living expenses, and even invested a big chunk into supporting legitimate novels out of principle. He'd finally graduated, found a job, and then gotten sick... let's stop there.

But you could only say fortune and misfortune were intertwined... who knew that such a "misfortune" could bring him such "fortune"?

Maybe later he'd find a way back. At that time, based on the settings from the novels he'd read before, he should have some kind of time-traveling ability. In other words, he could return to the second after he left, seamlessly picking up where he'd stopped?

All in all, no loss, a huge gain.

But right now... what should he do?

Bored out of his mind, Zhou Yi finally finished sucking the coconut water dry, grabbed a spoon nearby, and prepared to scrape out the coconut meat.

Then, he heard a voice.

"Looks like you're bored?"

"A little." Zhou Yi didn't turn his head, keeping his hands busy as he replied, "What brings you here? Done with the prep work?"

Just from the voice, Zhou Yi knew who it was—after all, she was the only woman in this world he was interested in at this stage.

"Pretty much, just one thing left," Gisele said, walking over from behind Zhou Yi in her bikini, teasing him. "After all, I'm not a billionaire. If I want money, I have to work for it."

"That's true," Zhou Yi nodded, shifting over a bit. The beach chair he was using was a double anyway. "What's missing?"

"Reyes' palm print," Gisele said, lying down on the beach chair without hesitation. "Without that, even if we get the safe, it'll take too much time to open it. We can't crack it in a short time, and time is tight. We have to open the safe right after we grab it, split the money, and get out."

"Good plan. Just haul the whole safe away. Reyes will probably be furious—the safest place turns into the most dangerous one," Zhou Yi chuckled. "But where are you going to get close to Reyes?"

"Reyes is coming to the beach soon to negotiate with some people. His 'business partners' are worried because he's been consolidating all his money lately and running around looking for Toretto and the others, stirring up the whole city. So Reyes needs to reassure them by inviting them to relax," Gisele said. "And this should be our only chance to get the palm print."

"What's your plan?" Zhou Yi asked.

"Just..." Gisele's hand slid slowly down from her thigh, long and smooth, taking a good while to reach her toes. "This."

"Hmm... a touch worth a hundred million dollars?" Zhou Yi looked at Gisele's long legs and couldn't help slapping one. "Let me do it instead... of course, that hundred million will be on Reyes."

"I agree with that." Gisele didn't object. Truth be told, she was already quite interested in Zhou Yi. Besides, compared to that old drug lord Reyes, Zhou Yi—a handsome, fit billionaire running a legitimate business—was way more attractive!

"But," Gisele didn't try to stop Zhou Yi's hand, but asked curiously, "What's your plan?"

"There are plenty of ways. It depends on whether you want the fast one or the slow one," Zhou Yi wasn't some desperate lecher. After one feel, he pulled his hand back and grabbed a wide-open coconut from the side, handing it to Gisele. "Want some coconut water?"

"What's the fast one? What's the slow one?" Gisele took the coconut, drank some water, and asked curiously.

"The fast one is—go straight to him, talk business, have a drink, and the palm print is ours," Zhou Yi said. "The slow one is—gather all his criminal evidence, seize all his power, crush him completely from a position of dominance. But with that method... first, I'm not too keen on doing anything seriously illegal. And second, your role in it would be negligible. That wouldn't be great either."

"Since you've already analyzed it so thoroughly, what else can I say?" Gisele smiled slightly. "I'll take the fast one."

"Too fast won't work either," Zhou Yi said meaningfully. "We still need some prep. And coincidentally, I'm short a secretary."

When there's work, the secretary works; when there's no work... ahem, of course, Zhou Yi wasn't that impatient. First things first—business.

"Secretary?" Gisele said. "Then I'll need to change clothes."

"No, not for now. We're here to enjoy the beach. Deciding to talk business with him is just a spur-of-the-moment thing," Zhou Yi said casually, looking at the scenery. "This way, he won't have time to react, and we can reach our goal faster... besides, we're not negotiating right now."

"Why are you so smooth at this?" Gisele asked, puzzled.

"When you've done enough business, you'll know that a lot of big deals are usually made in small settings like this, through 'accidental' encounters," Zhou Yi chuckled. "Everyone knows the tricks. It just depends on whether one side is willing to be fooled and the other is willing to do the fooling."

"I suddenly feel like driving suits me better," Gisele sighed. "So many twists and turns—how exhausting."

"Driving is a pretty good pastime too. After all, I started out as an auto mechanic, and I haven't let that skill go. Fixing cars, modifying them, driving them—it's one of my few hobbies now," Zhou Yi sighed as well, saying something in a tone that made Gisele's teeth itch. "Having money really does take away a lot of fun..."

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