The Profound Yellow Appears

The room had changed.

It was very luxurious.

Worthy of First Street indeed—truly unlike anywhere else.

No wonder the tickets were so expensive. It occupied ninety percent of the ticket GTP across Thirteen Streets. Looking at the facilities inside, Li Su did not even know how to describe what he felt.

The accommodations here were divided into five categories.

The one he had been assigned belonged to the golden nouveau riche category.

The bowls here were made of pure gold.

The toilet here was made of pure gold.

The washbasin here was also made of pure gold.

The entire room was made of pure gold.

An air of nouveau riche extravagance came rushing at him, like someone from a certain era—thick-waisted, broad-shouldered, with a huge gold chain around his neck—giving off a brazenly wealthy feeling.

A look at the guest records—

Well, quite a few people had stayed here.

Though this kind of style would surely get mocked upon entry, if it could be mocked, that naturally meant it was filled with a certain air of yearning as well.

In any case, Li Su, having been assigned to stay here, felt a little dizzy.

Mainly because the floor reflected light. The glare was almost too much for Li Su to bear.

Of course, although this room reeked of nouveau riche taste, you could not say it was not beautiful.

For example, in Li Su's room, as the sun over First Street slowly rose, a ray of morning light fell through the window. In an instant, the entire room became like a golden ocean. Because the light was rather special, a large portion of it was reflected from the ocean in Third Street above. A touch of romance adorned that nouveau riche atmosphere, and in an instant, the room's pretentious grandeur