CHAPTER 773: CHAPTER 475: THE TERRIFYING TRADING MARKET, JUSTIN!

Sui Yi silently removed the option for firearms, her eyes shifting to cold weapons, only to discover that the Adventure Coin price for cold weapons was significantly higher than for hot weapons. For instance, the most powerful international sniper rifle here was priced at roughly 50 Combat Points, while even the cheapest cold weapon required 30 Combat Points, others easily soaring to 100 Combat Points.

However, these cold weapons were categorized into two types: man-made and historically significant. The man-made ones were divided into various materials, all considered special metals unknown to the current society, with terrifying hardness... The weapons in the combat room, for example, were made of these materials, their hardness indeed comparable to that of a Divine Weapon, sharp enough to slice through hair effortlessly.

As for those with historical significance... such as the Sword of Yue King... the prices were even more terrifying, ranging from hundreds to thousands of Combat Points, and some even tens of thousands...

Sui Yi decisively looked back; she currently had 400 Combat Points and wasn’t sure what she would eventually do with them, but she could make use of them now.

So, she picked two things...

She spent all 400 Combat Points and chose the delivery method in the transaction section, filling out two delivery addresses and contact details...

Later, at the potion and treasure section, she subconsciously touched her left hand, wrapped with white cloth covering both the palm and back. Lowering her gaze, she turned off the screen and logged out of the system.

After Sui Yi left the restroom, she intended to leave immediately, but someone called out to her.

"Miss Sui...."

The person’s accent was quite distinctive, pausing after "Miss"... making it sound particularly prolonged...

Sui Yi turned to look.

Inside a booth very close to her in the cafe, someone was looking at her and signaling with their cup...

Sui Yi raised an eyebrow.

"Hello, a cup of Green Grapefruit Tea for this lady, thank you."

Ordering tea in a cafe... of course, that was no problem, as long as it wasn’t something offensive to the establishment, like asking for plain water. The key point was that their Green Grapefruit Tea was very costly, serving to cleanse the palate and refresh the mind after coffee--MADEINCHINA.

Sui Yi had already sat down with this acquaintance she’d coincidentally met in London—no, not precisely an acquaintance, merely someone she’d met once. They took a seat in one of the leisure seats by the street...

The sun in London was never fierce in winter, warm and gentle.

Sui Yi leaned against the chair back, watching the man...

She didn’t speak, but the man, as if he understood her thoughts, took the initiative. "Miss Sui must think it quite rude of me, a stranger, to order a drink for you without asking your opinion first."

Sui Yi looked at him. He was sipping a coffee he’d ordered earlier and said, "But if I didn’t show off that I understood your tastes just from one encounter, the conversation might hit barriers."

"So, what is it?"

Sui Yi had guessed that this international manager, always adept in the business world, was one of the cruelest and sharpest vultures, not given to act without profit, and would not have invited her to tea after a mere chance meeting without a reason...

--especially since he came on his own after abandoning his team.

Sui Yi’s gaze swept across the group visible through the glass window—smartly dressed, intelligent-looking elites.

These were very refined, or rather precise people, and though curious, not one looked over to them...

"Technically, I am here to self-promote... that’s the Chinese phrase, right?"

"Regrettably, self-promotion doesn’t suit a gentleman of Justin’s accomplishments," Sui Yi responded.

Justin smiled at her words, though his sculptured facial features maintained a restrained expression, which seemed rather perfunctory and official.

But to others, it probably seemed quite charming—a great advantage of that facade.

Just like her own facade.

"In front of Miss Sui, I can hardly claim any great success... To put it in business terms, Miss Sui is also looking for a suitable manager to handle your rapidly increasing wealth, isn’t she?"

The phrase "rapidly increasing" made Sui Yi extra sensitive.

"Is Mr. Justin’s team always this... sharp?"

"In fact, they must be," Justin said, his slender fingers skillfully stirring a silver coffee spoon in the brown coffee...

"Miss Sui might not know, but with today’s global economic backdrop, competition in every sector is endless, especially in the financial sphere. Every minute, hundreds or thousands are laid off, every second someone jumps from a building... How to live better, and keep living, that is our people’s purpose."

To live better, and then to survive...

That’s where most people in the financial world find their life’s value.

Wealth, above life, including one’s own life.

"But compared to the wide selection of world tycoons and big business names on Mr. Justin’s list, especially since they all come knocking of their own accord, your self-promotion here seems rather unsettling," Sui Yi replied.

Upon hearing her response, which amounted to a refusal, Justin arched a sharp eyebrow, shifting to a more comfortable posture.

"If I can make someone like Miss Sui feel uneasy, then perhaps I should be scared myself."

Their conversation didn’t sound like a discussion of a partnership but rather a mutual probing and struggle...

Evenly matched.

Because both were too reserved, keeping their cards close to their chests.

So there was silence.

The green grapefruit tea arrived, and Sui Yi picked up the tea. Justin noticed that the back of Sui Yi’s right hand was slightly red, with blood clotting.

"Does Miss Sui always care so little about herself?"

"Hmm?"

Justin pointed at her hand, which Sui Yi also saw but did not care about. Instead, she said, "You wouldn’t be unaware that most people don’t like someone who is neither close nor merely a business partner to see through them too much—it makes them feel insecure..."

It could even make them feel fearful. Justin, probably the kind of super elite that could instill fear in many tycoons. His schemes and his intelligence could easily frighten people.

Justin shrugged, "My profession isn’t that of a nanny. I do my job, and I take the money I deserve. Are you questioning my professional integrity, Miss Sui? If I really intended to..."

His finger pointed toward the farthest grand business building, "Of the 175 businesses inside, 25 were once my clients, and at least 10 of them had the opportunity to be gutted by me."

"But their masters are currently still vacationing and womanizing around the world..."

Sui Yi heard this and was non-committal, ultimately...

She answered a call, from Cao Ling.

"I’ve wrapped up my business."

"Hmm."

"Aren’t you going to ask me why I contacted you?"

"Why?"

"Shopping!"

"I’d like to refuse."

"I’m afraid that’s not possible... If I’m not mistaken, you probably haven’t prepared a formal gown."

"?"

After hanging up the phone, Sui Yi realized she indeed had overlooked something—the gown for the Hua Sha dinner... She really did need to prepare, but she knew nothing about it.

So she had no choice but to go out shopping with Cao Ling.

Luckily, she was already outside.

The green grapefruit tea arrived, and she took a sip, looking up at him, "You have one more business partner now."

"An honor indeed."

This man picked her because she was valuable and had investment potential, and she chose him because he was suitable.

After settling some matters of wealth management, Justin watched as Sui Yi stood up, hands in pockets, and walked into London’s bustling streets, her presence making them seem all the more sparse...

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In a high-end dress store, Cao Ling, wearing twelve-centimeter high heels, revealed her long, white legs in a red tight silk dress, covered with a very posh black leather jacket, carrying a bag with a logo Sui Yi could not recognize, instantly flaunting the aura of a top socialite, and several attendants rushed to serve her as soon as she entered...

By contrast, Sui Yi’s simple outfit could only be considered subordinate, yet some people can exude class without relying on clothes, especially since Sui Yi’s clothing, though unbranded, had been custom-made for her by Lin Yun, Gong Jiu, and others in their circle, all hand-crafted, evident from the workmanship.

Thus, she didn’t encounter the stereotypical "high-end store clerks look down on me as if I’m poor but then get stunned by the swagger of my black card" scenario...

And now, she was in the dressing room.

Cao Ling, in her heels, steadily walked through the not-so-crowded store, picking out dresses while saying, "I really didn’t expect that you actually hadn’t prepared a gown; I thought Lin Yun, Yhan Qingwu, and the others would have arranged with the designer for you~"

That comment was a bit sarcastic.

Sui Yi inside responded, "It was my responsibility, I forgot."

"Is that so, then it seems I was unsuccessful at smearing them," Cao Ling laughed. After all, someone of her background and capability wouldn’t really speak ill of others; she was just joking, and Sui Yi knew it, as did she herself.

Then she added, "But you’re not exactly a socialite or a lady, it might be fine to be more casual there..."

After that, Cao Ling fell silent...

After a while, the door opened.

Sui Yi came out, her back facing Cao Ling’s side, and only walked up to the mirror, holding the hem of the dress, right hand reaching behind, pulling on the tie at her back, "Cao Ling, could you help me...?"

"May I?"

A person approached, but it wasn’t Cao Ling.

Dressed in a light grey shirt without a tie and a casual yet restrained blazer, this person wore no smile on his face.

His face seemed familiar, perhaps seen before, but Sui Yi couldn’t quite recall. This young man was tall, his features strong, especially his eyes, which were a rare shade of light violet.

"I am Xius’s grandson, Xiluo. You might not remember me. If you are comfortable with it, shall I help you with the strap?"

He spoke in Chinese, with a very standard Beijing accent. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, we welcome you to vote and drop monthly tickets on qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read on m.qidian.com.)