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Chapter 987 - 707 Amitabha (Thank you, guild leader!)

Chapter 987: 707 Amitabha (Thank you, guild leader!)

"The moonlight tonight isn’t too bad," Jiang Chen said, trying to make conversation as he stepped out of the courtyard and looked up at the night sky.

The air quality in Capital City had never been satisfying, and it was even worse in winter. The entire sky seemed to be covered by an invisible thin cloth, vague and hazy.

Of course.

When people from Shenzhou speak, they often like to express their feelings through their surroundings.

The actual scenery wasn’t important.

It was like saying: at four in the morning, I saw the begonia flowers, still not sleeping.

The young Taoist nun, inexperienced as she was, obviously couldn’t understand these things, and remained as silent as ever.

After staying "inseparable" for two days, Jiang Chen had at least come to understand her character and did not mind, shifting his gaze away from the dim night sky.

"Do you know about guns? I’m not talking about those spears with red tassels, but modern firearms that can shoot bullets," he turned his head.

Tanki Liuli met his gaze.

Jiang Chen continued, "I’ve seen that your swordsmanship is very impressive, but how would you fare against a gun?"

He was genuinely curious.

Chinese Kung Fu, renowned around the world.

With thousands of years of inheritance, there might inevitably be some experts whose abilities exceeded common understanding.

Lan Peizhi from Goryeo, who once "took on a hundred," was one of them, and this aloof Taoist nun was clearly no exception.

Experts did exist—online, one could find some astonishing videos, like slicing through wooden boards with playing cards, scaling walls, and even light body techniques allowing someone to skim over water... However, there was also a saying among the people.

No matter how high your Kung Fu is, it’s still afraid of a kitchen knife.

Faced with Jiang Chen’s eager gaze, Tanki Liuli, who had put down her wooden sword, still didn’t engage in conversation.

Her demeanor might be fine in the mountains, but it seemed like it would be hard for her to fit in with society down in the urban areas.

But one must take things step by step.

It has to be gradual.

Any change should start from the simplest of places.

Like one’s appearance and clothing.

Jiang Chen didn’t push any further, restraining his curiosity. Leading the young Taoist nun, who was like an exquisite doll, out of the quiet Drum Alley, he hailed a taxi.

"Xidan."

Although he hadn’t been to Capital City many times, Jiang Chen still knew some commercial centers.

Although Lan Peizhi didn’t specify an "insurance premium," Jiang Chen was never a stingy person.

Upon arriving at Xidan, he led Tanki Liuli into a high-end and imposing shopping mall.

The young Taoist nun was a sight no matter where she went, and it was no different here. As soon as they entered, onlookers were captivated non-stop.

Jiang Chen, accustomed to the attention, went upstairs on the escalator as if it were nothing. He had planned on checking out some well-known global luxury brands but stumbled upon the K.E. sign by chance.

Looking at the poster in the window, on which Pei Yunxi’s eyebrows and eyes were as exquisite as a painting, it was captivating.

High-end malls have strict qualifications for the brands they bring in. Although K.E.’s popularity isn’t high in The East, the fact that it could compete on the same floor with many international luxury brands like LV was testament to its strength.

Looking at the poster endorsing the global image spokesperson, Jiang Chen found it amusing.

A boss endorsing their own company worldwide probably wasn’t common.

One had to admit, that top female star who was still miles away, had quite a business mind. By being her own spokesperson, not only did she save on expenses, but she also expanded her own international fame—a win-win situation.

"Let’s take a look inside."

After pausing to look for a while, Jiang Chen naturally led Tanki Liuli into the shop with an even expression.

After all, why let the water flow into someone else’s field.

The stunning Taoist nun made a striking appearance, momentarily stilling the atmosphere inside the K.E. store in Xidan.

The sales associates, worldly and well-informed, had encountered all sorts of customers, but this was probably a first for someone dressed like this.

After a moment’s shock, their professional training rapidly surfaced, and a saleswoman promptly greeted them.

Jiang Chen got straight to the point, "Pick out a few outfits for her."

Working here, they must have seen countless beautiful women. Those who could afford to shop here were already beyond the ordinary, and the women they brought were far from ordinary. Yet even so, the saleswoman, nearly jaded by the relentless charm, couldn’t help but feel a sense of natural beauty that was hard to discard when she looked at Duanmu Liuli, dressed in her Daoist robe.

"This way, please."

Suppressing the emotional waves, the saleswoman quickly threw herself into the job, leading Jiang Chen and his companion while providing thorough introductions.

Duanmu Liuli definitely had no opinions of her own, and Jiang Chen even suspected she had never worn anything other than a Daoist robe her whole life, so it seemed he had to make the decisions by himself.

Women’s fashion was K.E.’s forte, and the store displayed a dazzling array of styles. Especially for men who usually weren’t adept at this, it was easy to become indecisive.

"Sir, what do you think of this cheongsam? This is crafted by our chief designer at K.E. specifically for Shenzhou women, incorporating elements of traditional style. It’s made of the finest embroidered brocade commonly enhanced with gold threads, tailored to fit the figure of Eastern women, perfectly highlighting the elegance and grace unique to Eastern females. I think this cheongsam would be particularly stunning on this young lady," the saleswoman pitched.

In the sales industry, smooth talk was inevitable. However, seeing the sincere look in the saleswoman’s eyes, it was clear she wasn’t just trying to flatter.

It seemed that K.E. didn’t previously value the Eastern market much, but after changing leadership, the direction of the corporation had shifted.

Jiang Chen had always appreciated the cheongsam. He hadn’t studied fashion design, but he had a sense of what looked beautiful.

He wholeheartedly agreed with the saleswoman’s sentiments—the cheongsam wasn’t just a fashion style, it was a cultural heritage from thousands of years in Shenzhou, something that could only be truly brought to life by women from Shenzhou.