Tang Feng and Song Lele turned at a street corner and from a distance saw a black Mercedes-Benz S600 parked at the intersection.
On both sides of the road, there were many people watching and taking photos.
He had never been very interested in these cars, houses, and the like.
Of course, lack of interest was one aspect, but more importantly—the reason was poverty!
Looking at them only made him envious, so he simply chose not to look or inquire.
In terms of luxury cars, there were only a few that he recognized.
However, he knew that this sedan bearing the Mercedes emblem was definitely not cheap, but he wasn't too familiar with just how expensive it was.
So he instantly activated the scanning system for a quick check.
"Mercedes S600
Engine: V12 engine
Displacement: 5.5 liters
…
Price: 3.98 million!"
Tang Feng silently closed the system page and couldn't help but complain, "Whose car is this? It's too ostentatious, right? Driving such an expensive car in the street—isn't that just asking for trouble? Just showing off their wealth…"
"It's mine."
Song Lele, who was beside him, suddenly chimed in, her big eyes blinking at him.
"Uh..." Tang Feng's following words were choked back, and he quickly changed his tune, "Actually, with the advancement of the national economy, having a luxury car isn't it a side display of our people's happiness index..."
He swung the conversation so abruptly that it was hard for him to transition smoothly.
Song Lele covered her mouth and laughed, her smile dazzling and enchanting.
"Ale, your laugh is too girly." Tang Feng smoothly shifted the subject.
Song Lele quickly suppressed her smile and glared at him before turning and walking towards the Mercedes.
At that moment, two bodyguards dressed in black suits and wearing sunglasses on their noses quickly stepped out of the car and pushed open the doors.
One took charge of shooing away the onlookers, while the other respectfully opened the right rear door of the car.
The onlookers all looked at Tang Feng and Song Lele with surprise.
Of course, their main focus was on the latter.
Although Tang Feng was now a nouveau riche with tens of millions to his name, the rustic air about him was not something he could change in a short period.
Especially when compared to Song Lele, who was outstanding in both looks and temperament, he looked like nothing more than a lackey.
"Young Master, I'll be going then. I'll treat you to a meal when I have time," Song Lele said, stopping beside the Mercedes and bidding Tang Feng goodbye.
"Hmm, sure."
Tang Feng handed over the piece of imperial green jade he was holding.
Just as Song Lele reached out to take it, he suddenly, without any warning, grabbed her hand, "Ale, I really had a great time today; looking forward to our next meeting."
Taken aback, Song Lele blushed furiously and yanked her hand away, "Can't you speak properly? Why do you always have to be so handsy?"
Tang Feng smiled, "What's wrong with holding hands? You're fussing like a little girl."
"I can't be bothered with you."
Song Lele, somewhat flustered, huffed and climbed into the back seat of the car.
The bodyguard closed the door behind her and gave Tang Feng a deliberate once-over before leaving.
It was as if he was trying to memorize Tang Feng's face, or perhaps he was issuing a warning.
Even as the Mercedes S600 drove away, Song Lele could still be seen sticking her head out of the window to wave at him.
Only when the car vanished from sight did Tang Feng pull his gaze back.
He noticed several bystanders looking at him with envious eyes.
They were probably envious that he could be friends with such a tycoon, right?
"Sigh, these rich folks are so vulgar, casually gifting me ten million. What does she take me for? I see her as a friend; does she see me as a beggar?"
Tang Feng complained loudly enough for the people around him to hear.
It was clear that their expressions changed back and forth—a look of wanting to hit someone but also fearing the trouble.
If it weren't for living in a harmonious society, they really might have wanted to beat him up.
They had seen shameless before, but never someone this shameless.
Receiving a favor and acting coy—that was exactly what he was doing.
Mr. Tang, who possessed tens of millions in wealth, indulged for once and hailed a cab back to his rented apartment.
He rented a room in a self-built building located in the old district, five stories tall, with him residing on the second floor.
The landlord was a great beauty, and reportedly, she owned five such self-built buildings.
Just collecting rent each month was enough to keep her clothed in silks and satins.
Tang Feng once thought that she was a mistress supported by some mysterious wealthy man.
But having lived here for nearly a year, this beautiful female landlord who lived above him had yet to receive any suspicious men at her place.
He was almost at his building when suddenly he remembered he had forgotten to buy vinegar for the beautiful landlord, so he turned back to purchase it.
It was now past six in the evening.
He returned to his own room first; the space was not large, just over thirty square meters.
For two people, it would definitely feel cramped.
But for him alone, it was plenty.
He sat down heavily on the sofa and pulled up the system page to study it for a while.
He wanted to make sure that upgrading to LV2 wouldn't erase his scanning feature. Relieved, he prepared to upgrade.
"Knock knock knock…"
Just then, someone knocked at his door.
He had to set aside the upgrade for a moment and got up to open the door.
As the door slowly opened, a graceful figure gradually came into view.
The woman had big wavy hair that just covered her firm bust.
She was wearing a beige silk spaghetti strap nightgown.
Such clothing requires an excellent figure to pull off.
But on her, it lent a perfect embodiment to the word "sexy."
"Name: Qin Yanan
Gender: Female
Age: 27
Measurements: 86/62/85
Beauty score: 92
Body score: 97
Personal information..."