Fashion Expert

Bei Wei sat to the side, biting on her straw, and offered a faint smile without joining the conversation.

Although Bei Wei appeared to be the instigator, no one teased her throughout the entire exchange. Bei Wei and Zhang Yang? Weren't they two people who had absolutely nothing to do with each other? No one thought there was any possibility between them.

"Alright, then I'll thank Sister Liu in advance." Zhang Yang said with polite pleasantries while looking down at his phone.

Just a moment ago, Bei Wei had quietly sent him a message.

Bei Wei: "Brother Zhang, why did you treat everyone to so many cups? Isn't that a waste of money?"

Zhang Yang: "It's not much money, just saves people from making a fuss about it. By the way, if you want to treat me next time, remember to do it after work."

Bei Wei: "After work? Brother Zhang, don't you need to accompany that lady from the other day?"

Zhang Yang: "We broke up a long time ago."

Bei Wei: "Ah?"

When he looked up again, Zhang Yang only saw half of Bei Wei's head and her jet-black ponytail peeking out from behind her computer.

After work, the system's pleasant chime finally sounded in Zhang Yang's ears, and this small outfit-coordination task was completed effortlessly.

Another three experience points were credited to his account.

Zhang Yang checked his current progress: Level 3 (4/25). With 21 points left until the next level, he had taken another small step toward his goal of earning fifty thousand a day.

The other reward, the Outfit Appreciation Ability, was also immediately acquired.

Walking on the streets of Magic City, various insights into fashion and coordination sprouted in Zhang Yang's mind out of thin air.

Looking at the pedestrians on the road—the fashionistas in trendy outfits, the sexy beauties in navel-baring, hip-hugging dresses—Zhang Yang could tell at a glance whose ensemble was better and where others could improve, all of which immediately surfaced in his mind.

"At least when it comes to fashion, I won't have to beg for help anymore." Zhang Yang felt incredibly cheerful.

In the past, he didn't understand anything about fashion, or rather, he had no sense of it at all. Shirts, T-shirts, jeans, plaid shirts—he just wore the same few things over and over.

As for now? With just a casual thought, all kinds of outfits were at his fingertips.

Such an ability was enough for him to be like a fish in water at any fashion company; becoming a chief designer or a fashion influencer would be no problem at all.

Driven by the idea that practice makes perfect, Zhang Yang found a high-end commercial center nearby, intending to pick out a few business outfits for himself and test his Outfit Appreciation Ability along the way.

Inside Yinxiang City, Zhang Yang took a stroll and entered an Armani store.

Armani menswear belongs to the luxury category, and their suits are not cheap; in any case, spending over ten thousand is a given.

Zhang Yang only had forty or fifty thousand on him. Logically speaking, if someone only had that much money, splurging over ten thousand on a suit would clearly be inappropriate, but for Zhang Yang, there was no such problem at all.

Even if he spent all the money he had, the moment he opened his eyes tomorrow, he would have another twenty thousand.

If he saved up for a month, that would be six hundred thousand.

Therefore, even while browsing such a high-end menswear store, Zhang Yang felt no anxiety. Besides, after walking around, he noticed the store's mainstream prices were just barely over ten thousand, which was no issue for him at all.

"This set, and this one, please." Zhang Yang took a casual glance and picked out two casual suits.

A short while later, he tried both of them on.

Sure enough, the newly acquired Outfit Appreciation Ability was extraordinary. With this coordination, his temperament immediately soared. Although he wasn't 1.8 meters tall, he somehow managed to carry the aura of someone who was.

The casual suits were slightly business-like without losing their everyday appeal; they were perfectly fine for daily wear.

The two suits cost a little over twenty thousand, and Zhang Yang decisively paid and left.

More than half an hour later, inside Xinju Apartment, Zhang Yang received a belated call from his parents.

"The woman's side said it was you who didn't like her and turned her down. Just how full of yourself have you become!" Song Wenqin scolded him directly.

It wasn't that she was impatient; she truly knew that for her son to be with that woman was already punching above his weight. Yet, Zhang Yang had turned her down instead—this was something she couldn't justify.

"Mom, if it's not a fit, it's not a fit. We only met once, after all." Zhang Yang said with an amused tone.

"Not a fit? I'd like to see what kind of person you can bring home then." Song Wenqin hung up the phone in a huff.

His mother was a hot-tempered person, and Zhang Yang was long used to it. He felt she definitely had half a sentence left unsaid, likely out of consideration for his pride—that sentence probably being, "You should look in the mirror and see yourself..."

However, his father, Zhang Zhaohai, called him back quietly.

"You definitely wouldn't do something like that. I think it was the other party who rejected you and pushed the blame onto you. These young girls nowadays, really..." Zhang Zhaohai sighed.

Zhang Yang was truly grateful to his father; so that was the image he had of him.

The next afternoon, his boss Song Mingyang took the sales director, Old Shao, to meet with the people from Shihong, and Zhang Yang left work early to accompany them.

He was just a supporting player for the evening's meeting, but it didn't matter; he wasn't responsible for closing the deal anyway, and he would just provide answers when needed.

"Zhang Yang, this outfit of yours is matched quite well. It's Armani, right?" Song Mingyang looked at Zhang Yang in the elevator and said with a smile, "A man should invest more in himself; you really need a few outfits that can hold their own."

He spoke with the tone of someone who had been through it all.

Starting from scratch and building a company with dozens of employees and millions in annual income, Song Mingyang was certainly qualified to say such things.

"For such an important meeting tonight, I couldn't possibly ruin Mr. Song's big plans, could I?" Zhang Yang laughed it off. Compared to the 700,000 Vacheron Constantin on his wrist, this Armani suit was as plain as could be.

However, with his boss present, he wouldn't steal the spotlight. Zhang Yang looked at Song Mingyang's half-rolled sleeves and the gleaming watch face, thinking to himself.

"Once this deal is successfully finalized today, I will definitely make sure you get the credit." Song Mingyang nodded.

Whether it was about credit or not, it was just an empty promise. Song Mingyang said it casually, and Zhang Yang listened just as casually, never taking it to heart.

Parked downstairs from the office building was a pitch-black, high-end Maybach S480.

As the boss's ride and the company's face, not to mention the tax deduction benefits, this car, which cost under two million on the road, was naturally decent and presentable enough.

As for a chauffeur, there wasn't one. Unless driving a Rolls-Royce, having a driver felt a bit pretentious.

Song Mingyang drove himself, with the Sales Director Old Shao in the passenger seat and Zhang Yang in the back. The group headed toward the reserved hotel, preparing to meet with the team from Shihong Real Estate.

Shihong Real Estate was not a local developer in Magic City, but in their home region, their strength was not to be underestimated. To an advertising agency, they were a major client that needed to be handled with care.

Therefore, even though only their Marketing Director was coming this time, Song Mingyang was treating the matter with the utmost seriousness.

"Shihong's Marketing Director is still Old Hong. I know him well; as long as we host him properly, there won't be any issues," Song Mingyang chatted with Old Shao.

"If we land this deal, it'll be a massive harvest," Old Shao sighed.

Given the company's current scale, a single contract from Shihong Group would be enough for the firm to make a small fortune.

Sitting in the back, Zhang Yang's mind drifted to the few times he had handled advertising proposals for Shihong Real Estate. In his memory, they had a particular fondness for the Chinese style; several of their properties were marketed with that theme, so naturally, the advertising proposals had to reflect that as well.

Without a bit of literary cultivation, one really couldn't pull it off.

Thanks to Bailiri Boy, Book Friend 20200912085652063, Sun and Light, and Shadow_Flowing Water for the tips.