It was already five in the afternoon when they left the hotel. To express her gratitude and apologize to Jun Wangchen, Mo Duoduo treated him to a lavish dinner.
Jun Wangchen could not put into words just how lavish it was. All he knew was that even an emperor's Manchu-Han imperial feast probably could not compare.
Over dinner, they chatted about all sorts of things and grew much more comfortable with each other.
Before they knew it, it was seven thirty. Remembering that the milk tea shop still needed publicity, Jun Wangchen found an excuse to end his conversation with Mo Duoduo and returned to his dorm.
The dorm's three shameless flirts were dressed unusually formally, complete with suits, ties, cologne, and everything else. Anyone who did not know better might have thought they were going to meet the president.
"Fourth, you're finally back! Hurry up and put on this ultimate show-off outfit Second and I bought you. Our milk tea shop opens in half an hour!" Zhang Zhengxiao picked up an unopened suit and tossed it to Jun Wangchen, urging him along.
Jun Wangchen paused, checked the suit's price, and gaped. "Holy shit, ten thousand yuan? You two really went all out!"
“We bought this for you with the money we made from those pictures on Tieba last time. Since it’s the milk tea shop’s grand opening, we have to look respectable,” Wang Nuli said with a grin, waggling his eyebrows.
Jun Wangchen was speechless.
I was wondering why these two had suddenly become so generous. Turns out they used the money they made selling my pictures.
Sincerity never wins anyone over; tricks always do. With a scheme clever enough, you could grind an iron rod into an embroidery needle!
Without saying much else, Jun Wangchen quickly changed. Once