Chapter 850: Chapter 648 High Configuration_2
This kind of thing doesn’t have a clear distinction between right and wrong.
Xiao Le’s lips twitched unconsciously; she knew her uncle wasn’t lying to her.
A car worth over four million yuan was nothing but a toy to Er Ya, sothing she could play with however she pleased.
Such toys were hardly worth showing off—they’d only make her lose face.
Simply put, it would be embarrassing.
This was a difference in social levels. Chen Pingsheng explained this because anyone good enough to be an intern in Magic City wasn’t ordinary.
Either they had family connections or top-notch qualifications.
One of the two was essential to gain a foothold in Magic City’s civil servant circles.
An insecure, timid person could never stand out in such circles.
If soone lacked interpersonal skills, it was even more impossible.
Clearly, Xiao Le was missing even the basic self-confidence.
After finishing their coffee, Chen Pingsheng and his wife, Song Yanxi, took her to the highest-end shopping mall in Magic City.
Lujiazui’s Guojin Center had always been a top-tier shopping destination.
Everything here represented the pinnacle of global brands. You could say that once an ordinary person stepped inside, they’d imdiately feel that Magic City’s currency worked differently compared to other cities.
After all, even an Apple sold here could cost you 2,000 yuan, and a razor could fetch tens of thousands.
Even sothing trivial like a hairclip or earrings could easily go for tens of thousands.
Luxury goods never cheat ordinary people—unless they’re foolish enough to compete while lacking the money.
This ti, Chen Pingsheng didn’t plan to buy anything for Xiao Le.
Instead, he wanted her to spend her own money, learning how to buy luxury goods for herself and spend big on things.
Building self-confidence most directly—through spending money.
Xiao Le had been to places like this before; she usually ca with her uncle’s family.
But back then, she’d only watch her uncle make purchases.
This ti was different. Song Yanxi picked out an outfit for her: Chanel’s new winter collection.
The price wasn’t too steep—just over three hundred thousand yuan.
“Lele, this outfit suits you well. Want to try it on?”
“I… I think I’ll pass!”
“Why pass? It’s just a few hundred thousand yuan. If it looks good, go swipe your card and buy it.”
She picked out three to four more outfits, totaling 1.3 million yuan.
Although Xiao Le held onto her uncle’s money, she’d hardly spent it.
She kept thinking she’d repay him soday.
Now, a few outfits alone had cost over a million yuan.
And that wasn’t all—Song Yanxi also selected two handbags for her, both youthful and trendy styles.
Handbags were the kind of thing every top-tier socialite in Magic City owned by the dozens.
Song Yanxi herself had over a hundred, with their combined value easily ranging from two billion to four or five billion yuan.
Xiao Le was just starting out, rely buying two bags for slightly over a million yuan.
As they shopped, Xiao Le was carrying heaps of items and ran into two classmates on the third floor.
They were two female classmates she’d had decent relationships with in college.
One was nad Hu Xin, and the other Zhang Ya—neither of them local to Magic City.
It was their first ti here, and all they’d bought was a cup of milk tea for a dozen yuan.
Seeing them, Xiao Le greeted awkwardly.
Zhang Ya and Hu Xin were thrilled to bump into her and ca over cheerfully to exchange greetings.
All college freshn, they were at the stage where they were expanding their horizons.
The external world of materialism was most captivating to them.
“Xiao Le, what a coincidence to run into you here!”
“Uh… I’m out shopping with my uncle’s family.”
“Your uncle?”
Xiao Le felt awkward because she’d often bragged about having an extrely capable uncle.
She worried that such remarks reaching her uncle’s ears would upset him.
“Oh? Your uncle is personally accompanying you shopping?”
“Uncle, hello! We’re Xiao Le’s closest classmates from her class.”
“Oh, that’s great! Let’s all have dinner together later. My treat.”
Chen Pingsheng took them along while shopping. The two girls were chatty, clearly with plenty of topics to discuss.
It was their first ti in a place like this, and rely seeing the price tags made their hearts wobble.
Buying anything was entirely out of the question.
They passed by an upscale watch shop, Patek Philippe.
When they stepped inside, the sales associates were all about ritual—they wore white gloves and tailored little suits.
As for the watches displayed, each one was staggeringly luxurious.
“Lele, you haven’t bought a watch like this for yourself before, have you? Pick two, and while you’re at it, gift one to your classmates.”
“What?” Zhang Ya wasn’t entirely clueless about the world; while unfamiliar with the shop, she recognized Patek Philippe and was awed by the idea.
The money sat unused in Xiao Le’s account all this ti—it was about ti she spent it.
Aunt Song’s frugality had clearly rubbed off on her, but such conservatism didn’t align with a wealthy upbringing at all.
Saving 5,000 yuan a month wouldn’t even get you close to affording a flat in Magic City.
On the other hand, spending 300,000 yuan of a monthly 500,000 yuan inco still leaves you with 200,000 yuan saved.
Small amounts are saved; large amounts are spent.
Chen Pingsheng recalled an absurd news story about Xiangjiang Li wearing a Citizen watch worth only a few thousand yuan for decades.
Was this teaching thrift?
It was teaching foolishness! The person likely owned countless art pieces, each worth tens of millions, and properties worth billions.
Even a beauty pageant in Xiangjiang could spend tens of millions overnight to buy a debutante’s “first night.”
None of this had anything to do with thrift.
Anyone who used billionaires as examples to preach thrift had ill intentions.
Chen Pingsheng gave Xiao Le money not to hoard as numbers in a bank account but to spend it.
Looking a little dazed, Xiao Le ultimately chose three of the cheapest won’s watches.
The total ca to just over 800,000 yuan.
A 200,000-yuan Patek Philippe watch was rely considered an entry-level model.
Still, her two classmates were delighted, and Xiao Le herself was even happier.
Spending money on herself, wearing the watch—it felt completely different.
Before long, Chen Pingsheng and Song Yanxi helped her pick out all sorts of other items.
From watches to clothes to handbags, shoes, expensive crystal necklaces, and more.
By the end of the shopping spree, they’d spent over 8 million yuan.
For everything Xiao Le chose, Chen Pingsheng ensured she also bought matching items for her classmates.
It was akin to gift-giving.
Rural folk gift their leaders with hogrown chickens; the wealthy gift mooncakes stuffed with gold.
Leaders won’t resist local chickens, but it would be laughable in high society.
Hu Lin was just such a person.
On his leader’s birthday, he brought sugarcane from his ho as a gift.
Who else but him would be relegated to grassroots positions?
If Xiao Le gave gifts worth rely a few yuan or even tens of yuan to her classmates, she’d fundantally misunderstand gift culture.
Gifts light in value are never heavy in sentint anymore.
Cash thickness equates directly to emotional depth—nothing more nuanced.
Look at her two classmates: receiving such ultra-valuable gifts today ant they’d fiercely defend Xiao Le against anyone speaking ill of her in the future.
They’d throw punches and execute Turtle Fist over her—this wasn’t exaggeration.
There was no choice; it had to be done lavishly.
Once they purchased enough miscellaneous items, Chen Pingsheng drove her to check out cars in his Bugatti.
anwhile, his wife followed in a Bentley Continental, taking Zhang Ya and Hu Xin in tow.
Magic City had countless second-hand luxury car shops, and even more shops for high-end new cars.
The culture here seemingly ignored “low-key,” entirely unlike Guangdong.
Chen Pingsheng had Xiao Le buy herself a Rolls-Royce Cullinan. While top-tier sports cars were difficult to handle, this SUV was manageable.
As for her two classmates—they didn’t even have driver’s licenses, so cars weren’t necessary.
Beyond that, Chen Pingsheng also took her to purchase a top-tier apartnt in Magic City for herself.
By the ti she graduated college, she’d practically need her own place to live.
Magic City’s luxury apartnts ca in various sizes, but the good ones averaged over 100,000 yuan per square ter.
A small 160-square-ter flat was just over 20 million yuan—payable in full.
In a single day, Xiao Le had spent almost all the money Chen Pingsheng gave her.
She was preparing to live independently.
But the next day, Chen Pingsheng topped her up with another 30 million yuan, ensuring she wouldn’t lack money for years.
She simply had to adapt quickly to the process.
Just imagine: driving a Rolls-Royce Cullinan worth over 6 million yuan as a college freshman.
Living in a 20-million-yuan top-tier flat.
Carrying handbags worth tens of thousands while wearing outfits costing tens of thousands.
Shoes worth several thousand on her feet—all this would naturally instill confidence.
What woman wouldn’t dare walk up and say, “I love you”?
If she remained timid and submissive, even under this setup, it could only be described as tragic.
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