Super Rich: Enjoying the Happiness of the Wealthy After Divorce

Old Wu didn't expect Zhou Cheng to agree so readily. He thought Zhou Cheng was intimidated by his imposing manner and wanted to go over and broaden his horizons.

He felt even more smug.

"Alright, let's go together! Let Mr. Zhou see what real good stuff looks like!"

After finishing their meal, the four of them went to the parking lot.

When Lao Wu saw Zhou Cheng's Cullinan parked in the center, his smile froze for a moment.

Compared to this car, his newly purchased Mercedes-Benz S-Class seemed less imposing.

"This...this car belongs to Mr. Zhou?" He was a little incredulous.

"It's rented," Zhou Cheng said casually.

Upon hearing this, Old Wu immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and his sense of superiority returned.

"I knew it," he muttered to Zhang Li. "Young people these days love all this fancy stuff, renting a luxury car to show off. Their pockets are emptier than their faces."

Zhang Li also covered her mouth and laughed.

Chen Ting walked behind, hearing their conversation clearly, and a barely perceptible cold smile curled at the corner of her lips.

Rented?

If you knew that the person driving this car could bring someone back from overseas with just one phone call, I wonder what kind of expression you would have.

She increasingly felt that tonight's performance was going to be very exciting.

The group, in two cars, drove to Hang Lung Plaza.

Hermès' flagship store is located in the most prominent position on the first floor of the mall.

Old Wu walked at the front with his head held high and chest out, while Zhang Li held his arm intimately, her chin held high.

Zhou Cheng and Chen Ting followed behind, at a leisurely pace.

"Welcome to Hermès." The sales clerk at the door greeted them immediately.

"Bring out your most expensive Birkin from your store and let my wife see it." Old Wu waved his hand, looking all wealthy and powerful.

The shop assistant's gaze swept over him and Zhang Li, then looked at the distinguished Zhou Cheng behind them, and her smile became somewhat polite.

"Sir, I'm sorry, but Birkin bags require additional purchases."

"Pairing goods?" Old Wu was taken aback. "What do you mean?"

"You need to spend a certain amount in our store before you're eligible to buy a Birkin bag. The specific details depend on which bag you want," the salesperson explained.

Old Wu was a little embarrassed.

He only knew Hermes was expensive; he hadn't realized there was such a rule.

"How much does it cost to load the goods?" he asked, forcing himself to be brave.

"If you want that Himalayan crocodile Birkin, the ratio is approximately 1 to 1.5."

"What do you mean?"

"That means that the bag is priced at 800,000, and you need to purchase other items worth 1.2 million in our store first."

"What?!" Old Wu's voice rose. "You're robbing me!"

Zhang Li's expression also changed.

Several customers nearby heard the noise and looked over, their eyes filled with amusement at the spectacle.

Old Wu felt his face burning hot.

He came here to put on an act, but he failed miserably and ended up embarrassing himself.

He had no way out. Gritting his teeth, he said to the shop assistant, "Fine! I'll pay for it! It's just 1.2 million, right? Take us to choose one!"

He refused to believe that spending two million on a bag wouldn't be enough to keep that pretty boy next to him in check!

Only then did a genuine smile appear on the shop assistant's face.

"Yes, sir, this way please."

Old Wu and Zhang Li were taken to the VIP area and began selecting scarves, tableware, and clothes to be used as part of their order.

Zhou Cheng didn't go over there; instead, he led Chen Ting to the men's section on the other side.

"Mr. Zhou, won't you take a look?" Chen Ting asked softly.

"There's nothing much to see." Zhou Cheng's gaze stopped in front of a shop window.

In the shop window, a black crocodile skin jacket was on display.

The cut is clean and sharp, and the leather gleams with a dim sheen under the light.

"Bring this garment out so I can try it on," he said to a shop assistant next to him.

The shop assistant glanced at him, then at his casual clothes that were of an unidentifiable brand, and spoke with a hint of impatience.

"Sir, this is not for sale; it's our store's prized possession."

"Not for sale?" Zhou Cheng smiled.

He took out his phone and dialed a number.

"Hello, it's me."

On the other end of the phone came a voice with a French accent speaking Chinese: "Oh! Mr. Zhou! My God, why are you calling me personally? Is there anything I can do for you?"

"I wanted to try on a dress at your store in Hang Lung Plaza, but your sales assistant said it was not for sale."

"What?!" The voice on the other end of the phone suddenly rose eight octaves. "Who's the fool who did this?! You wait, I'll handle it right away!"

The phone hangs up.

Less than thirty seconds later, a middle-aged man in a suit, who looked like the store manager, rushed out of the office with sweat dripping from his forehead.

He spotted Zhou Cheng at a glance, his legs went weak, and he almost lost his balance.

"Mr. Zhou... Mr. Zhou! Why... why are you here! Why didn't you let me know in advance so I could pick you up!" The store manager's voice was trembling.

He just received a call from the president of Hermès Greater China. The president berated him severely on the phone and ordered him to come over immediately to apologize to a top VIP surnamed Zhou.

Little did he know that this VIP was the behind-the-scenes boss of their Hang Lung Plaza!

Zhou Cheng's acquisition of Hang Lung Plaza was a top secret, known only to a few people at the highest levels of the group.

"Jay Chou?"

Chen Ting, who was standing next to them, and the impatient shop assistant from earlier, were both stunned.

The shop assistant's face was completely bloodless.

"I...I want to try on that dress." Zhou Cheng pointed to the shop window.

"Yes, yes, yes! I'll get it for you right away!" The store manager scrambled over, opened the display window himself, and respectfully handed the jacket to Zhou Cheng with both hands.

"Jay Chou, please give it a try."

Zhou Cheng put on the jacket, and it fit him perfectly.

He looked at himself in the mirror and nodded.

"It's alright. Wrap it up."

"yes!"

Just then, on the other side, Lao Wu and Zhang Li finished selecting their goods and were paying by card.

"Swipe the card, 1.2 million!" Old Wu slammed his black gold card on the table, deliberately speaking loudly.

After paying, he walked smugly towards Zhou Cheng, wanting to see how intimidated the pretty boy was by his extravagance.

As a result, when he arrived, he saw the store manager bending over and sitting next to Zhou Cheng.

"Mr. Jay, this jacket has been packed up for you. Would you like to put it on your tab, or...?"

"Put it on my tab," Zhou Cheng said casually.

"Okay, okay!"

Old Wu was dumbfounded.

Jay Chou?

What Jay Chou?

He looked at Zhou Cheng's crocodile skin jacket, which he hadn't had time to take off yet, and then at the store manager's obsequious manner, and his mind was a little blank.

"Mr. Wu, look, this is your Birkin bag." A sales clerk came over holding an orange box.

Old Wu spent a full two million to get this bag.

He looked at the box, then at Zhou Cheng, and suddenly felt ridiculous.

"Who...who is he?" He grabbed a passing shop assistant and asked in a low voice.

The shop assistant looked at him with a strange expression.

"You don't know? He's the big boss of our Hang Lung Plaza!"

With a loud bang.

Old Wu's mind went completely blank.

Hang Lung Plaza...the big boss?

He... he just now, on the boss's turf, was bragging about his million-dollar annual salary.

He wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground.

Zhang Li heard it too, her face turned pale, and she unconsciously let go of Lao Wu's hand.

Zhou Cheng didn't look at them again. He led Chen Ting straight out of Hermès.

"Mr. Zhou... Mr. Zhou, let me see you off!" The store manager jogged after him.

When he reached the door, Old Wu was still standing there dumbfounded, holding the box he had bought for two million yuan.

As he watched Zhou Cheng's retreating figure, he suddenly remembered something.

He quickly took out his phone and searched for "Jiangcheng Zhou Cheng" online.

Soon, a news item from several months ago popped up.

[Zhou Cheng, a young entrepreneur in this city, and Shen Lu, the heiress of the Shen Group, officially completed divorce proceedings today...]

The accompanying photo shows Zhou Cheng wearing an old suit, walking out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, looking somewhat disheveled.

Old Wu looked at the photo, then at the imposing man from before, and rubbed his eyes hard.

It's the same person!

He was the son-in-law who was looked down upon by his wife's family and left with nothing.

An absurd yet reasonable idea popped into Old Wu's mind.

Zhou Cheng must be being kept by some rich woman!

This Hang Lung Plaza must have been bought by that rich woman and given to him!

Yes! That must be it!

Thinking about this, Lao Wu regained some balance in his heart.

What kind of skill is it to rely on women!

He looked in the direction Zhou Cheng and Chen Ting had left, a cold smile appearing on his face.

gigolo, your time will come and you'll be done for one day!