A super-rich tycoon? No, just call me the gentlemanly gigolo.

Jiang Ye stood outside the closed door, touched his nose where he had almost been bumped, and sighed somewhat dejectedly.

It seems that the "best friend route" isn't easy to navigate.

He shook his head, picked up the bag of "worth a fortune" socks, and walked dejectedly toward the elevator.

I went downstairs and stood by the roadside waiting for a car.

A gust of cold night wind made Jiang Ye shiver, and his mind cleared up considerably.

Now that I have this huge sum of over 12700 yuan, I have no pressure on my daily expenses at all, and I can even live quite comfortably.

But the most pressing issue right now is still that "gentleman's mission"—collecting the personal clothing of three goddesses who score 85 or higher.

Soon, a taxi stopped in front of him.

Jiang Ye opened the car door, got into the back seat, and gave the address of his neighborhood.

The driver was a middle-aged man who seemed eager to chat, and he kept complaining about ride-hailing services stealing his business and the terrible road conditions.

Jiang Ye was preoccupied with something and had no interest in chatting. He just mumbled "uh-huh" to appease her while taking out his phone and opening the Xianyu app.

Perhaps we could try a different approach and see if we can find any clues on secondhand platforms.

He entered several keywords into the search box: "affordable luxury women's clothing", "designer dresses", and "high-end shoes and boots", setting the price range to 500 to 2000.

Logically speaking, women who can afford these expensive clothes should have good economic conditions, and their overall quality and appearance might also be relatively high, so the probability of meeting someone who scores 85 points or above is probably higher.

He clicked on a few sellers who seemed reliable and started contacting them via private messages.

To further "verify the authenticity," Jiang Ye cleverly asked in the chat, "Miss, would you mind showing me how these shoes/clothes look on my feet/body? I really value how they look when actually worn, and I'm worried they might not fit after I buy them."

In his view, even if the other party posts a photo that covers their face or half of their body, or even just their feet, he can still deduce the whole from the details—after all, a goddess who scores 85 points or higher should be perfect in every way.

If you feel that the other party meets your requirements, you can try to buy two or three more items, and you should be able to complete the task.

However, the ideal is full, and the reality is very skinny.

When we talked about the brand, condition, and price, everything was pretty normal, and most sellers were very easy to talk to.

But the moment he asked to "see how it looks on him," the whole thing changed.

Some sellers directly send photos of Taobao models, with the comment: "Dear, the effect is exactly the same as the model's!"

Some simply read the message but don't reply, or block the user directly.

Some, with even hotter tempers, retorted directly: "Look at you, my foot! You pervert! Trying to scam me out of photos, huh? Get lost!"

After encountering several setbacks, Jiang Ye was completely baffled and eventually had to give up on this method.

......

Just as Jiang Ye sat in the taxi at a loss, Su Ning was facing the computer screen in apartment 1705 of Wanda Apartment, feeling somewhat down.

Today is the assessment day. Zhixia, Minnie, and several other sisters are flirting with their big brother in the live broadcast room. Gift effects flash on the public screen from time to time, making it very lively.

Minnie, in particular, said something that made her older brother laugh out loud, and he promptly gifted her four sports cars, which made the other girls envious and teasing.

She only received a few hearts a day, and her only older brother, "Wild Brother," never even appeared.

Although I passed the assessment, I still feel a bit miserable.

Su Ning looked down at the chat box in WeChat with the profile picture of "a bowl of rice".

There were seven or eight messages she had sent lying quietly inside, ranging from a cautious greeting, "What are you doing, brother?", to a slightly coquettish "It's so boring in the hall, I miss you so much", and finally, she mustered up the courage to mention, "The hall battle is on the 5th of next month, the task is 5000, I'm a little nervous...", spanning from evening until now, but the other party had not replied to a single one.

She sighed silently, her heart filled with frustration and immense doubt.

Why is my "wild brother" so unpredictable?

His attitude is inconsistent, sometimes as enthusiastic as a clueless straight man in love, and sometimes as indifferent as a cold gay man.

I've made myself act like a simp, constantly worrying about gains and losses.

The most important thing is!

Yesterday, he himself stood in the hall in front of so many people and said with great pride that the assessment standards he set for her were too low, "making her look bad," and demanded that they be set higher next time.

Well, now the mission requirements for the hall battle have really increased to 5000. I reluctantly asked him for help, but he just disappeared and stopped replying.

What does this mean? Are you playing a trick on us?

Su Ning scratched her head in frustration, her gaze sweeping over a box of fresh hazelnuts that her mother had just sent from her hometown on her desk, and a thought suddenly struck her.

Perhaps... we could take this opportunity to test the waters again?

She picked up her phone again and tapped on the profile picture that evoked mixed feelings in her:

Hey bro, my mom sent me some hazelnuts, a local specialty from our hometown. They smell amazing, do you want to try some? I can send someone to deliver them to you.

After sending the WeChat message, Su Ning didn't have high hopes. She put down her phone and planned to wash up first.

Just as I reached the bathroom door, I heard a crisp WeChat notification sound.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly ran back to the table, picked up her phone, and saw that it was Ye Ge who had replied!

Wild Bro: [Hazelnuts? Sure, send them. And... bring me one of your old clothes.]

When Su Ning saw the word "clothes," she was stunned and thought she was seeing things.

She rubbed her eyes, making sure she wasn't seeing things, before replying with a puzzled look: "Clothes? What kind of clothes do you want, brother? New or used?"

Wild Bro: [Anything is fine. Hair ties, hair clips, scarves, shirts, pants, socks, shoes—anything is fine.]

Su Ning tilted her head, staring at the screen, as if several huge question marks had appeared above her head.

This is......

Forget it, I'm not going to think about it anymore. I'll never figure it out anyway.

She has a lot of hair ties and clips, and quite a few old clothes. Since he wants one, she'll just give him one. As long as they can maintain their relationship, that's fine.

Yao Yao: [Okay, then I'll have a delivery person bring it to you tomorrow? Brother, can you give me the address?]

Wild Bro: [It's inconvenient. I'll have a delivery person pick it up tomorrow. Send me the address.]

Su Ning nodded knowingly.

This guy is quite wary; he's probably afraid that if I find out his address, he'll bother me or come knocking on my door.

But this is for the best. She never intended to develop any offline relationship anyway, so keeping our distance is safe for both of us.

Um......

Last time I left a fake address, 1703. This time I'll use the one next door, 1704.