Chapter 48: The Mingzhu Tower

In the end, all they managed to find was a nearby image studio, where a professional tidied up Yang Siqing. One had to admit, the work of a professional was truly remarkable—Yang Siqing emerged from the studio looking like a completely different person.

She wore the same clothes as before, but the section torn by Zhong Yun was now trimmed into an irregular, wavy design, both sleeves had been removed, leaving frayed threads at the ends, and the fabric was artfully wrinkled, giving the outfit an unmistakably fashionable flair.

Her long, tangled hair, once resembling a bird’s nest, was half-tied with a black cord, and even the scruffy beard had been neatly trimmed. Surprisingly, there was an unruly ruggedness to her new look.

Paired with a set of outrageously cool sunglasses, she could have passed for an older version of Schwarzenegger.

The down-and-out old man had been transformed into a chic, trendy elder in the blink of an eye, leaving Zhong Yun utterly amazed. Stylists truly were miraculous beings.

The Pearl Tower was the most iconic landmark in Mingzhou City. Situated at the very heart of the central avenue, it spanned several hundred thousand square meters and soared five thousand meters into the sky—virtually a city unto itself.

The tower spiraled upward in a dazzling helix, appearing from a distance like a colossal white drill bit piercing the sky, as though it might bore a hole straight through the heavens.

Standing before the main entrance, Zhong Yun looked up in awe as the brightly lit building stretched up through thick layers of cloud to an unknown height.

Confronted with such a majestic structure, he couldn’t help but feel a hint of reverence, especially at the thought of shopping inside this behemoth.

What kind of willpower would it take to go on a shopping spree here?

Watching the throngs of people streaming in and out of the Pearl Tower, Zhong Yun found himself full of respect.

“Let’s go in,” Chen Wen said, slipping an arm around Yinyin’s slender waist as he led the way through the doors.

To the left of the entrance was a row of dozens of massive elevators, packed with the crowds. Chen Wen led Zhong Yun and the others straight to the innermost door, which was tightly shut.

He pulled out a card and swiped it across the electronic lock. The door slid open in silence, revealing a small room of about ten square meters, its floor covered with pale yellow plush carpet. Two sofas and a glass table sat in the center, and several faux-Kalan-style oil paintings adorned the walls.

Yinyin gazed around with curiosity. “Is this the VIP elevator? How luxurious.”

Once inside, Zhong Yun sat on the sofa, catching a glimpse of the people waiting by the ordinary elevators outside, all casting envious, jealous glances at their group.

The door closed slowly, cutting off the outside world.

The elevator was incredibly smooth—one could hardly feel it moving. Two minutes later, the doors opened again, and the four of them stepped out.

“Where are we?” Yinyin looked around in amazement.

“The 900th floor of the Pearl Tower,” Chen Wen replied.

“But isn’t the Pearl Tower supposed to have only 899 floors?” Yinyin asked in surprise.

Chen Wen was about to answer when a well-dressed middle-aged man approached. Having just learned that the young master of the Chen family had arrived, he had immediately dropped everything to greet him personally.

“Master Chen, it’s been a while since you visited,” he said warmly, not forgetting to nod politely to Zhong Yun and the others—a truly diplomatic man.

“I’ve been busy lately,” Chen Wen smiled. “Today, I’ve brought you an important guest. Be sure to treat him well.”

“Of course, anyone you bring, Master Chen, will be treated with the utmost care,” the man replied, his eyes sweeping over Zhong Yun’s group and finally settling on Yang Siqing. He thought, This must be the important guest.

Unexpectedly, Chen Wen pulled Zhong Yun over. “Let me introduce you. This is the manager here, Ou Feng—a real wheeler-dealer. Be careful when you shop with him.”

Ou Feng feigned outrage. “Master Chen, you’re slandering me! Isn’t it well known across Mingzhou that I, Ou Feng, am the fairest businessman around?”

As he spoke, his gaze lingered on the young man before him. Though Master Chen’s words might have been mere courtesy, his friendly manner suggested this seemingly ordinary youth was anything but ordinary.

At last, Ou Feng’s eyes fixed on the black bead bracelet on Zhong Yun’s left wrist. Suddenly, his pupils contracted, and he stared at the bracelet in shock.

Seeing Ou Feng so uncharacteristically rattled, Chen Wen was intrigued. Ou Feng had been entrusted with full responsibility for the highest-level club in all of Mingzhou—he was no ordinary man.

In fact, Ou Feng was not just a shrewd manager but also a top-tier talent, holding an A-rank appraiser’s certification. In any profession, an A-rank meant one was a true master of the field.

Chen Wen surreptitiously glanced at the bracelet on Zhong Yun’s wrist. It looked like any ordinary string of beads, but he trusted Ou Feng’s reaction—this bracelet clearly had an extraordinary origin.

Ou Feng drew a sharp breath, his body beginning to tremble. “This… this bracelet…”

“You mean this?” Zhong Yun raised his left hand, displaying the bracelet.

“Just bought it? I don’t recall seeing you wear it before,” Chen Wen interjected.

Zhong Yun replied casually, “It was a gift from a friend.”

This was the explanation he had prepared in advance—he just hadn’t expected the manager, Ou Feng, to immediately sense its uniqueness. That was surprising; it seemed Davos was full of capable people.

“Your friend is very generous, to give such a gift,” Ou Feng sighed. But he quickly regained his composure. It was only an appraiser’s instinctive reaction to seeing something extraordinary—now he was back to being the shrewd, experienced manager.

For some reason, upon hearing that the bracelet was a gift from a friend, Chen Wen’s first thought was of Liu Yunqi.

“No need to stand out here, please come in,” Ou Feng said, leading the four of them inside, now showing Zhong Yun even greater courtesy.

Ahead stretched a long hallway, the floor covered in red carpet. Paintings hung on either side, and, as Ou Feng pointed out, each one was an authentic original.

Yinyin clung tightly to Chen Wen’s arm, pressing her whole body against his as if afraid she might lose her way.

She wasn’t naive—having seen Chen Wen arrive in a hover car worth tens of millions, she had immediately seized the chance to approach him. Once inside the Pearl Tower’s VIP elevator, she was inwardly overjoyed, realizing she’d met a top-tier rich mark.

Rumor had it there was a secret 900th floor in the Pearl Tower, open only to the ultra-wealthy. She’d never imagined she would set foot here one day—it felt like a dream.

She recognized this as a once-in-a-lifetime chance and resolved to hold onto the rich, handsome young man at her side no matter what. Young, good-looking, wealthy—could there be a better catch in the world?

PS: Finally broke into the top fifteen. I have nothing more to say—back to writing. Besides this, I truly don’t know how to repay your support and love.