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

Two hours later, Jiang Ye was transforming into the pianist of the Rift, engaging in a fierce laning battle with a Yasuo with a score of 0/16/3 in the game chat box. His fingers were clattering across the keyboard, and he wished he could travel through the internet cable to give that bastard a real-life duel.

Just as he finished editing a "family tree sorting guide" with a high content of mothers' stories and was about to send it, his phone suddenly "dinged" and a WeChat message from Fang Wei popped up.

Fang Wei: [(Image) Hahaha, look what Dad's doing! Our manager's treating us. Seriously, the girls in Beijing are gorgeous!]

Jiang Ye casually clicked on the picture and glanced at it.

The background of the photo is a dimly lit KTV room. Fang Wei, that bastard, is hugging a girl wearing a tank top and exquisite makeup, with a lewd smile on his face, and one of his hands is resting on her thigh, which is covered in black stockings.

"Depend on!"

Jiang Ye looked at the photo, then glanced at his own 2/8/5 Garen on the screen, and at the chat box still filled with trash talk. A nameless anger suddenly surged up.

"That unfilial son... he wouldn't have really eaten it, would he?"

He typed with lightning speed, his fingers flying across the keyboard, and another well-researched, logically sound, 500-word "paternity test report" was quickly produced.

The core idea can be summed up in one sentence: I am your father!

But just as Jiang Ye was about to press send, he suddenly froze, his movements stiffening.

and many more......

Damn! Yeah, right!

Am I overthinking things?

That ridiculous "gentleman's quest" only requires collecting one item that the goddess wore; it doesn't have to involve anything!

Is this not easy?

Just wander around any bar full of beautiful women, find a girl with a similar level of attractiveness, strike up a conversation, spend some money to buy her a hair tie or hair clip, and you're all set.

If one place doesn't have them, we'll go to another! With so many nightclubs in Dashengtian, how could we not find a few beauties who are at least 85 points out of 100?

If that doesn't work, just go to a higher-end shopping mall, go in and "change to another batch", try several batches, and you're sure to find a nice one, right?

Money will pave the way; forget about hair ties, I'll take her whole outfit from head to toe, inside and out!

Jiang Ye slapped his forehead speechlessly, instantly realizing that arguing with his stupid teammates in the game was a complete waste of his life.

He was too lazy to reply to Fang Wei's boasting, so he opened Douyin and quickly searched for bars in Shengtian with good reputations and a high concentration of beautiful women.

Soon, the target was locked on—PP Club.

Online reviews say this bar was recently renovated, has a nice environment, and is frequented by young people. Most importantly, it offers free admission based on looks: handsome men and beautiful women can enter for free, and beautiful women even get a free drink.

While this rule is a bit... questionable, it also suggests that the overall attractiveness of the people here is probably reliable.

I glanced at the time; it was exactly 8 p.m., just as the nightlife was starting to heat up.

Jiang Ye didn't need to dress up; he changed into clean clothes, hailed a taxi, and headed straight for PP Club.

Twenty minutes later, the taxi stopped on a neon-lit street, and a "nightclub vibe" mixed with perfume, cigarette smoke and faint drumbeats wafted over.

PP Club's entrance design is quite modern, with dazzling LED light strips outlining a streamlined silhouette.

A queue had already formed at the entrance, divided into two lines: one was the regular ticket purchase lane, and the other was the legendary "face-checking lane," where several stylishly dressed, discerning staff members were quickly screening the looks of those in line.

Jiang Ye was well aware of his own limitations; he was just an average-looking guy and there was no need to try his luck there. He honestly walked to the regular queue, spent 40 yuan to buy a ticket, and lifted the heavy soundproof curtain to go inside.

As soon as he entered, he was immediately enveloped by deafening electronic music, the powerful bass making his heart pound.

The bar was larger than I had imagined, with an industrial style mixed with a futuristic feel. The lighting was cleverly designed, with both dimly lit areas to create ambiance and colorful spotlights to focus on the dance floor.

The air was filled with a unique scent of alcohol, perfume, and youthful hormones.

On the dance floor, men and women swayed their bodies freely to the rhythm, while in the booths, groups of three or five people drank, rolled dice, played drinking games, and engaged in playful banter, with touching and groping scenes being commonplace.

Jiang Ye found a small round table by the dance floor, ordered a bottle of Budweiser, and leaned against the edge of the table, sipping it through a straw while scanning the entire room like a radar.

Today's goal is very clear: collect fragments of goddesses, not for picking up girls or showing off.

It has to be said that in a bar, the dim, flickering lights and exquisite makeup really do amplify the beauty of women.

Looking around, many of the girls have stunning looks and figures, especially those dancing on the dance floor who are unleashing their energy. They all have great figures and beautiful faces, making them quite a sight to behold.

His gaze swept quickly across the faces, some delicate and some strikingly beautiful, as he silently scored them in his mind.

"This makeup is too heavy; I probably wouldn't look good without it. 65 at most..."

"Wow, those legs are nice, and the face shape is good too, but the lighting is too dim to see the details. I guess she's in her early 80s?"

"Wow! It's huge! This is too... Oh, it's a man's..."

As he was evaluating them one by one, a burst of energetic music and high-pitched shouting suddenly came from the DJ booth in the distance:

"VIP6! Young Master Wang! One set of Divine Dragon armor! Thank you for your generous support, Young Master Wang! Have a great time tonight, Young Master Wang, and may you be full of energy!"

Instantly, all eyes were drawn to it.

A row of sexy bunny girl-style waitresses, each holding a shimmering gold Ace of Spades champagne bottle, walked with a cat-like gait and captivating charm, surrounded by colorful ribbons and dry ice smoke, towards a huge VIP booth.

In the center of the booth, a man in his thirties wearing a floral shirt stood up smugly, accepting the compliments and envious glances from those around him.

Many of the girls at the tables and booths stared wide-eyed, whispering among themselves, their eyes filled with longing.

The men, on the other hand, mostly cast envious, jealous, and hateful glances at him, thinking, "What a show-off!"

Jiang Ye clicked his tongue at the sight of the spectacle.

This set of the Divine Dragon outfit must cost ten or twenty thousand, right? That's fucking rich.

When I make Yao Yao the number one influencer on Douyin, I'll have to do something like this again—no, ten of them! I'll pack up all the bunny girls and take them all with me!

He had just turned his gaze away, intending to continue searching for his target, when he heard a woman's voice, tinged with suppressed anger, coming from the nearby aisle:

"Zhang Wenhai! How many times have I told you, stop following me!"