Chapter 20: Evening Gown

Inside a high-end apartment.

Huang Shaohua was battling on the bed with a sweet-looking young woman.

At this moment, the mobile phone on the table nearby rang.

"Hurry..."

"Huff, huff..."

The two finally ended their battle, and Huang Shaohua irritably picked up the phone.

"Young Master Huang, the investigation results for Wang Xuan are out."

"Speak quickly, what is his status?"

"He recently became the Chairman of the Gangzhou City Branch of the Dongni Group, and he also owns Villa No. 1 in Huatianpan."

"What? Villa No. 1 is really his? Are you sure? Is there no problem with your investigation results?"

"I am quite certain. This result was found within the Huatianpan property management company. It previously belonged to the elderly gentleman Wang Zhenfan; I don't know why it became Wang Xuan's."

"What is the relationship between Wang Xuan and Mr. Wang Zhenfan?"

"No relationship."

"Keep investigating for me. Find someone to keep an eye on Wang Xuan and see who he meets every day, understand?"

"Yes."

After hanging up the phone, the woman beside him leaned over again.

"Darling, do you still want more?"

"Get out! Get out of here right now!"

The woman was startled, put on her clothes, and ran away.

Huang Shaohua lit a cigarette to think of a countermeasure.

At this moment, Huang Shaohua's phone rang.

"Hello, Dad?"

"Son, the Guanjia just called me personally to extend an invitation. Tomorrow night, you are to attend a gathering with your old man. It is organized by the Guanjia from when Wang Zhenfan was alive. He said he wants to introduce a mysterious young man to everyone. Although Mr. Wang Zhenfan has passed away, this Guanjia still has great influence. When the time comes, I will recommend that you get to know this young man."

"Understood, I will go with you then."

Early the next morning, Wang Xuan saw a WeChat message sent by Mei Xueqing, but he did not respond to her.

Unexpectedly, Mei Xueqing invited Wang Xuan to visit the milk tea shop; Mei Xueqing had something she wanted to ask.

Wang Xuan agreed on WeChat.

"Wang Xuan, you will definitely need a formal outfit for tomorrow's party. I recommend you go to the Xidexiang Clothing Customization Shop. The standard of this shop is very high. You can have something customized, or you can buy a set directly; it's up to you," the Guanjia said to Wang Xuan.

Indeed, Wang Xuan did not have suitable clothes on him right now, and such gatherings were basically full of big shots; he currently did not have a suitable evening gown.

Moreover, Wang Xuan had indeed heard of this clothing shop; many second-tier celebrities had clothes custom-made at this shop, which showed how strong its reputation was.

"Hmm, I'll go now."

There was no need to go to the company today, so Wang Xuan decided to go in the morning.

Just as he entered the Xidexiang Clothing Customization Shop, Wang Xuan's gaze was immediately attracted by the evening gowns inside.

Any piece of clothing inside, from the design to the workmanship, and even the expressiveness it gave off, was perfect.

Wang Xuan looked left and right; the sales clerks in the shop were all chatting, and seeing him, none of them walked over to ask what he needed, which was very strange.

"Attendant, could you let me try on this evening gown?" Wang Xuan said to an attendant nearby who was looking down at their phone.

"Coming." The attendant had no choice but to turn off the phone and walk over.

The attendant looked at the clothes, then glanced at Wang Xuan, and said strangely:

"Sir, this outfit is 300,000 yuan, it is very expensive. I advise you to look at other clothes."

Wang Xuan frowned; was this looking down on him?

"Wait, are you Wang Xuan?" This attendant widened his eyes and asked curiously.

"Are you... Zhao Liang?" Wang Xuan also reacted.

Isn't this his elementary school classmate? Damn, he is actually working as an attendant in a clothing shop.

"Wang Xuan, do you really want to try on this outfit? It's really quite expensive, 300,000 yuan." Even knowing he was an old classmate, Zhao Liang still asked cautiously.

"Take it down, I'll try it on," Wang Xuan said indifferently.

"If you are not careful and damage it, I am worried you won't be able to afford the compensation."

Wang Xuan frowned again, "Don't worry, I can afford it."

Zhao Liang looked at Wang Xuan's attire and shook his head, but still took the evening gown down.

The other sales clerks in the shop also walked over.

For a high-end shop like theirs, it was already very good to be able to close one deal a day.

Moreover, these sales clerks had very sharp eyes; they could basically tell at a glance whether a customer had money or not.

And the Wang Xuan before them was, very obviously, a poor loser in their eyes.

Hearing Wang Xuan's words, several sales clerks covered their mouths to stifle laughter; the others looked at Wang Xuan with expressions of disdain, but Wang Xuan did not care.

"How about this, Wang Xuan, I'll take it down and you can look at it, but let's skip the fitting, okay? Otherwise, if you accidentally get the clothes dirty somewhere, it will be very troublesome."

"Fine, fine." Wang Xuan's tone was also a bit displeased.

This evening gown was a small formal suit, with a shawl collar, very narrow edges, and the edges of the clothes were trimmed with silk; the overall look was very fashionable.

However, Wang Xuan touched the material and was a bit dissatisfied.

"The texture isn't very good." After touching it, Wang Xuan continued to look at the tailcoat above.

"The texture isn't very good? Wang Xuan, can you even afford it?" Zhao Liang was clearly angry.

Pfft!

The salesperson nearby couldn't help but laugh at this moment.

"Isn't that a waste of words? If I couldn't afford it, how could I possibly have entered your shop?" Wang Xuan was speechless for a moment.

Zhao Liang no longer hid or held anything back.

"Kid, who can't brag? Not to mention anything else, none of the clothes on your body should cost more than 100 yuan, right? Don't ask how I know; I can tell just by looking at the fabric of your clothes."

"You're right, not a single piece of clothing on me costs more than forty yuan." Wang Xuan didn't try to hide it either.

Zhao Liang laughed in anger.

"That settles it then, kid. You've seen it yourself: the cheapest formal wear in our shop starts at 200,000. With your level of spending, can you afford it? Don't waste our time."

"With your discernment, you'll only ever be a poor salesperson for the rest of your life!" Wang Xuan said with disdain.

"Kid, what did you say???" Zhao Liang was completely displeased this time.

"What, can't you understand what I'm saying?"

The salesperson nearby couldn't watch anymore.

"Zhao Liang, don't bother with him. He can't afford it anyway, so why waste time on him?"

"Exactly!"

Although Zhao Liang was unhappy inside, he looked at Wang Xuan and smiled:

"Kid, I'll see how you keep up this act once you realize you can't afford it in a moment!"

"You don't need to worry about that."

Wang Xuan walked over to another suit and said:

"Take this tuxedo down and let me have a look."

Zhao Liang took the clothes down.

Wang Xuan looked at the clothes carefully from left to right and sighed: "The style is too old-fashioned."

Zhao Liang wanted to curse, but he held it back; he wanted to see how this Wang Xuan would walk out of the shop door.

At this moment, Wang Xuan finally saw a handsome suit with a novel style.

"Take this set down and let me see it."

Zhao Liang took a look, then put on gloves, carefully took the clothes down, and placed them on the counter.

"Kid, be careful. This set is worth 1 million. Don't touch it; it's very troublesome if you get it dirty." Zhao Liang announced the price, waiting to see the show Wang Xuan would put on.