Lin Yuan's Ambitions and His Next Move

"Are you happy?"

Seeing the smile on GAKKI-chan's face, Lin Yuan asked.

"Mm, because I'm about to win. Was I right? She isn't wearing a black-and-white business suit."

GAKKI-chan smiled, her gaze fixed on Lee Boo-jin as she descended the boarding stairs.

Before heading to the airport to pick her up, GAKKI-chan had predicted that Lee Boo-jin definitely would not dress too professionally today. Instead, she would dress in a distinctly feminine way.

By this point in the development of human society, clothing carried an enormous amount of information.

Many young people believed that matching one's clothes to one's profession, identity, and social status was nothing more than tedious convention.

They saw it as a constraint and found the whole thing deeply annoying.

If your work did not require you to deal with people or care about others' opinions, then of course you could dress however you liked without considering anyone's feelings.

But if your work required you to interact with people, and even determined life or death based on first impressions, then it was no bad habit—it was a shortcut.

For example, a lawyer in a sharp black suit would inspire more trust in a client upon their first meeting than one in casual clothes, or one wearing a flashy suit like Buta's.

Likewise, a car saleswoman in a tight skirt and nude stockings could make customers who had only been browsing casually more willing to listen to her for a few extra minutes.

In many car sales livestreams of the future, young women would take off their shoes, lie down on the car, and casually wiggle their bodies a few times, drawing in huge crowds who watched happily for dozens of minutes.

Some big spenders in those livestream rooms would even be driven by their masculine urge to