Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

It was a vacant lot located between the city hall and the adjacent luxury residential buildings.

Because the price was too high, it had been negotiated for many years but had never been sold.

Setting up an gallery there would undoubtedly attract top-tier clients and draw attention from the public.

"Impossible, that would require a lot of money—"

"If you like it, then it's not a problem."

President Bai gave a speech.

He has a very convenient ability that he has never used.

Call it "pay-to-win" —

As long as you have some money on hand, it's not a problem.

Chapter Seven: Humans are inherently greedy!

This is absolutely outrageous.

Bai Weiran thought.

Although he knew all along that the system's capabilities were outrageous.

But when he faced the real estate manager of this world, he took out the system item [Universal Black Card].

The "Universal Black Card" is essentially a bank card that connects to other platforms' points accounts.

He has enough points to exchange for money in the mission world at an amazing exchange rate.

He didn't have that many points to begin with, but after the last hundred-person mission, a large number of girls went from C-level to B-level or A-level, and his points account suddenly increased dramatically.

He was the tycoon of wealth, and I couldn't sleep at night.

The manager inserted the black card into the machine, and to everyone's (including his own) astonished gazes, he watched the amount displayed on the machine soar higher and higher, eventually exceeding the maximum amount that could be displayed. The entire line was filled with 9s, and the machine emitted the agonizing screams of a machine at the bedside of a dying patient.

I helped him show off.

Unexpectedly, the path to becoming the richest man started with a sickly girl.

The manager was so frightened that his hands were shaking when he returned the black card, and he didn't dare to look the man in the eye, which made the office worker feel embarrassed.

But there's something even better.

I never imagined that there was a 30-day appreciation period for buying goods.

The amount displayed on the black card made the bald manager treat him like a VIP in an instant.

Land can certainly have a period of appreciation.

This means he can swipe his card now and pay the bill in thirty days.

I'll give you a ball of yarn.

Either time has reversed, or the mission is over.

The 30-day appraisal period is a great deal; he can spend money however he wants now.

Bai Weiran smiled and nodded, crossing his arms and looking ahead.

Beside him, An Qin stared wide-eyed, her mouth agape, her small hands clasped tightly in front of her chest, looking as bewildered as a believer who had just seen a temple.

Before her stood a magnificent gallery, a tall European-style building with three floors of elegant grandeur that commanded respect at first glance.

This is absolutely outrageous.

Mr. Bai actually... actually built an art gallery out of thin air!?

Her worldview was shattered twice in one day.

One time it was the number swiped on the machine, and another time it was him calmly showing her a few pictures.

"...Which style do you prefer?"

She ordered one, and then watched as he waved his hand in front of her, causing sand and stones to fly and bricks to be piled up. In less than three minutes, her dream gallery appeared in front of her on the street in the dead of night.

The superhuman abilities shattered all her imagination, leaving her bewildered and at a loss.

Bai Weiran glanced at her and saw An Qin's bright eyes widen behind her glasses, making her flustered and unsure of what to do with her little hands.

The other yanderes are all like cats, but Anqin is like a loyal dog.

Thinking about it carefully, Yuan Jixi seems to be one of them.

But Yuan Jixi is a special forces soldier, tough and loyal.

Anqin has a soft and meek personality; she's a pushover.

There was another reason why he had previously refused to use the ability to spend real money.

Items purchased with system points in a parallel world will be restored to their original state in the most reasonable way after the person leaves.

It means that even if he runs a company recklessly and buys up the entire city with a wave of his hand, it doesn't matter.

After he leaves, not only will he not be able to take these things with him, but these actions will also be automatically corrected by the mission world.

He thought this revision was quite reasonable.

Otherwise, if a large amount of money that does not originally belong to this world suddenly appears in a socio-economic system, the economic system will collapse.

Anyone who makes games knows that the currency circulation system is extremely important, and battling with game studios is an eternal challenge.

Of course, Nan'e is an exception. They are a large and powerful family, and they have raided and brought down all the studios that dared to oppose them.

Therefore, this ability to spend money is harmful to both oneself and others. It can elevate a person to an unattainable position, only to cause them to fall heavily after leaving.

He had previously avoided using it, partly out of stinginess, but also out of consideration for the psychology of yandere girls.

This method is good for Anqin.

Unlike others, Anqin had very low expectations.

Even if you forcefully raise her expectations, she won't become arrogant because of it.

She only knows...

"From now on, this gallery is yours."

An Qin, who had been staring blankly, trembled upon hearing these words.

Like a slow-motion video, he stiffly looked up frame by frame.

There was no elation on her face. The next second, she was so frightened that she retreated several meters, hugging a lamppost and trying to use the lamppost, which couldn't block her out at all, to shield herself.

"...No, no, no, no! That's impossible, Mr. Bai."

"You want the gallery?"

He made a rope-throwing motion in mid-air, tossing and pulling forward. Anqin immediately felt a tightness around her waist and was uncontrollably dragged behind the streetlight. She let out a scream, desperately pulling on the invisible rope to resist, kicking her legs incessantly on the ground.

"I want it, but... but this..."

"You don't like it, you think it's not good enough?"

Anqin shook her head vigorously, like a rattle drum.

"...No, no, it's just too good...I...I...Mr. Bai...I..."

Bai Weiran pulled the person a meter away, hung the rope on his shoulder, and dragged him into the newly built gallery.

"If it's alright, then accept it."

Anqin had initially resisted, but after entering the gallery, her feet touched the soft red carpet, and she became completely captivated by the decorations, falling silent for a moment.

Bai Weiran didn't say much to her, but dragged her inside and strolled around slowly.

Don't argue with her, just let her see more.

Poverty limits people's imagination.

It suppressed people's greed.

Therefore, you should present her with something tangible that is within her reach.

The more you see, the broader your horizons become, and the more greedy you become!

Anqin dares not dream because she doesn't know what it would be like for a dream to come true.

They dragged the person up to the third floor and finally stopped at the balcony of the reception room. The balcony opened outwards, and outside the window, the silver moon hung like a hook, with a patch of bright moonlight shining down.

At some point, An Qin stopped resisting. Instead, she seemed to be lost in a daze, her big eyes misty as if she were in a dream.

He was stunned for a long time.

She couldn't believe it was real, couldn't believe it could be hers.

Is she really going to hold an art exhibition in this place?

But when she asked herself if she wanted it, a voice inside her was roaring.

The voice was trembling at first, very soft, but gradually grew louder.

Like a wild beast struggling to break free of its restraints, it suppressed all the voices in its heart and panicked all at once.

Anqin's eyes suddenly welled up with tears.

This was a dream beyond her wildest imagination—

She would never dare to do that in her wildest dreams.

Bai Weiran loosened the rope, nodded, and smiled slightly.

"Great, I'm glad you want it."

Next, we'll need Qin Ning's help.

If you want to open an art gallery and do brand marketing, how can you do without Miss Qin's taste and planning skills?

Xx

The gallery, which rose majestically overnight, drew countless people to the outside, who pointed and stared in astonishment.

A large job posting at the entrance, with its generous salary, attracted elites from all over the city to compete for the position.