I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 989 - 708 Flourishing Age

Chapter 989: 708 Flourishing Age

The handsome guy left reluctantly, taking three steps and looking back each time, walking arm in arm with Miss Yan, who undoubtedly was a public figure with a good demeanor, never losing her smile.

Jiang Chen was quite pleased with the outfit he had selected for himself.

"No need to change. Just wear that."

Clothes make the man.

Although this outfit was more everyday and lacked the distinctive character of a cheongsam, the strong contrast formed by taking off the Daoist robe still stirred the soul.

This must be what they call joining the secular world.

One outfit, of course, was not enough. Jiang Chen had the sales assistant pick out a few more in a casual style.

He didn’t bother Tanki Liuli to model anymore, as the sales assistant already knew her measurements.

"Sir, would you like to try some high heels?"

The sales assistant dutifully made her recommendation.

That’s right.

A recommendation, not a hard sell.

This introduction wasn’t for the sake of commission after selling the goods, but because she felt that if this lady wore high heels, her stature would surely elevate to the next level.

Even though she already appeared like an immortal descending to earth.

High-waisted jeans with high heels.

Just the thought was captivating.

However, Jiang Chen, looking at Tanki Liuli who had just taken off her Daoist robe for the first time, nonetheless declined the sales assistant’s tempting proposition.

"Pick a couple of pairs of flat shoes."

"Alright."

Jiang Chen didn’t put the bill on Pei Yunxi’s tab. He paid the bill himself, and when checking out, the sales assistant offered to photograph Tanki Liuli for a 5% discount.

You have to understand that on a six-figure sum, a five percent discount isn’t a small amount, comparable to offering a stay at a five-star hotel for a period of time, but it was still declined by Jiang Chen.

He knew the sales assistant meant the photo for promotion. He wasn’t against supporting Pei Yunxi’s work, but Lan Peizhi had only asked him to take Tanki Liuli out to buy clothes. He had no right to decide on the rest.

After paying, Tanki Liuli glanced back in the direction of the changing room.

"Is your Daoist robe in the dressing room?"

Jiang Chen spoke first, as if he could see through people’s hearts.

Tanki Liuli nodded her head.

"Please bag her previous clothes."

Jiang Chen said to the sales assistant.

The neglected sales assistant quickly apologized, "Please wait a moment."

A while later, she handed over the packed Daoist robe.

"Here are your clothes."

Jiang Chen took them, "Let’s go."

Tanki Liuli gave him a glance and silently followed.

Changed into a new outfit, no longer as conspicuous as before, Tanki Liuli was still treated with noticeable respect.

Instead of the unusual expressions, the looks cast her way turned into pure awe.

It’s fortunate she didn’t put on high heels; otherwise, she might have even towered over him.

"Is there anything else you want to buy?"

Jiang Chen asked out of instinctive politeness, then immediately realized he had asked a foolish question.

She wouldn’t have any opinions.

He had thought she would, as always, ignore him, but unexpectedly Tanki Liuli actually asked a question.

"How much money was spent?"

Jiang Chen was rendered speechless, then smiled wryly.

It seemed even if secluded in the wilderness, cut off from the world, she still had some concept of money.

Of course.

What true immortals exist in this world?

Even the most outstanding figures still need to drink water and eat food.

Grains do not grow from nothing; even seeds require money.

And that old immortal loved his drink; the tavern down the mountain wasn’t cheap.

Jiang Chen had intended to steer away from this topic. Being the disciple-sister of Lan Peizhi, and considering his relationship with Lan Peizhi, talking about money was hurtful to the feelings. But as the words reached his lips, he was tempted to tease this Taoist nun sister who had taken off her robe.

"Two hundred thousand."

Three outfits plus two pairs of shoes, the price wasn’t exorbitant. As for the change, Jiang Chen generously rounded up.

Hearing this number, Tanki Liuli, who had never before touched this bustling world, reacted adorably—her pupils obviously dilated.

Clearly.

This price must have exceeded the world view she had formed in her lifetime.

Indeed.

Her previous life had been one of poverty. That Daoist temple was remote and dilapidated, rarely visited by others; the temple offerings certainly weren’t flourishing.

If he remembered correctly, that old Taoist still owed money for wine at the tavern below the mountain.

"Transfer?"

Jiang Chen had to suppress his laughter.

Without even a mobile phone, Tanki Liuli, who had presumably come down the mountain with only a wooden sword, fell silent again.

No, not just a sword.

The old Taoist had prepared an "experience package" for her which also included an ID card.

What a thoughtful master caring for his disciple.

Jiang Chen internally chuckled, deciding not to tease her further.

"I will ask your sister for it. You don’t need to worry."

Tanki Liuli looked down at her new outfit. With her simple mind, she probably couldn’t comprehend why a few pieces of fabric would be so expensive.

"Let me take you back."

Jiang Chen, a competent nanny, completed the tasks entrusted by Lan Peizhi and safely escorted the young Taoist nun back to the Drum Alley.

After the woman opened the door, he didn’t enter. To the young Taoist nun he had been inseparable from for the past two days, he said: "Goodbye."

Tanki Liuli watched him, silent.

"These are the items Miss Lan asked to buy."

He handed the bags to the woman overseeing the house, then with a childish wave and a smile at Tanki Liuli, turned and left.

What an unburdened handsome guy.

The Taoist nun, having shed her Daoist robe, stood at the courtyard gate, watching his retreating figure.

"Screech."

The woman slowly closed the heavy door.

Freely walking away from the Drum Alley, Jiang Chen was leisurely.

At this time, there was no need to go to the Firefly Medical Center. However, back in Capital City, he wasn’t homeless; there was still the grand Apang Palace to stay in.