OFR – Chapter 212 Conversation

Seeing the shopkeeper’s message, Mu Bai directly typed back:
“I’m quite satisfied. All five girls are excellent, but I think Li Xiaoqing is the most suitable as a personal assistant.”

Shopkeeper: “You really have a great eye. Li Xiaoqing comes from a very ordinary background, but her looks and figure are impeccable. She’s been well-behaved since she was little and has always had a very conservative lifestyle — she’s never even had a boyfriend.”

Reading that, Mu Bai was surprised:
“Never had a boyfriend till now? Is there some special reason for that?”

He knew very well that nowadays, society was quite open when it came to relationships. With the influence of modern ideas and the convenience of internet dating, the opportunities for interaction between men and women had greatly increased.

And people are only human — frequent interactions often lead to inevitable outcomes.
In a society where women are fewer than men, a handsome virgin guy in his twenties might still be believable.
But a beautiful girl in her twenties who’s never had a boyfriend? That was genuinely hard to believe, and truly surprising to him.

As he was pondering this, the shopkeeper replied:

Shopkeeper:
“I’m not entirely sure, but Li Xiaoqing comes from a single-parent household. She lives with her mother, who suffered significant emotional trauma in the past. So, it’s presumed that her mother’s influence played a role. Regardless, Li Xiaoqing is a wonderful girl — she’s good at housework, can cook, is very diligent, and she’s a graduate of the Fudan University finance department. Very accomplished. So… would you like to hire her?”

After thinking for a moment, Mu Bai nodded and replied:
“Yes, I’d like to. Go ahead and contact her. I’m planning to give her a one-month trial. During the trial, the salary will be 100,000 yuan per month.”

Shopkeeper:
“Understood, I’ll notify her right away. A trial period salary this high — truly generous of you. I’m happy for Miss Li Xiaoqing to have a boss like you.”

Mu Bai:
“You flatter me. For someone like you, 100,000 yuan is probably a trivial amount.”

From the first time he contacted the shopkeeper, Mu Bai had already noticed the shopkeeper’s star rating on the black market network —
Quasi 2-star.
This meant the polite, humble shopkeeper had spent no less than hundreds of millions of yuan in the black market alone.

While the shopkeeper might not stand out much online, in real life, he was undoubtedly a true high-level player.

At this point, the shopkeeper humbly replied:
“Not at all. By the way, when would you like Miss Xiaoqing to start?”

Mu Bai thought for a moment and said:
“She can start in the next couple of days. But if she has something going on and can’t come right away, then let her contact me again in a week to reschedule. I’ll be out of town in a few days.”

Yes, Mu Bai was planning to head to the border for the smuggler exchange meeting that Kang Yunyun had mentioned. He wouldn’t be in Nanjing.

Soon, after exchanging a few more polite messages with the shopkeeper, Mu Bai finalized the hiring of Li Xiaoqing and logged off the black market network.

After exiting, he glanced at the time on his phone — it was almost 1:00 PM.
Feeling a bit hungry, he got up and headed outside the villa.

A minute later, Mu Bai arrived at his parking spot, bent down, and got into his sleek Bugatti Veyron. Under the envious gazes of the security guards, he slowly drove out.

It wasn’t that he deliberately wanted to show off by driving a supercar just to get lunch.
Rather, the Xuanwu Zhongshan villa district — likely for the safety of its many rich residents — had very limited commercial infrastructure within a few kilometers. There were only a few pastry shops, and no real restaurants or shopping malls.

If you wanted to eat out or shop, you had to drive out.
But this wasn’t an oversight by the property managers — every wealthy resident had their own chefs and helpers, so there was no need for outside amenities.
As for shopping — the rich hardly needed to buy anything themselves. If they lacked anything, their staff would’ve already prepared it.

Mu Bai, who lived alone and handled everything personally, was truly an exception in this neighborhood.

He drove out and soon arrived at a hotel called Shuang Yun Lou, a four-star upscale hotel in Nanjing City. It was frequented by the powerful and influential.
It wasn’t owned by the Nalan family but was instead a joint venture between the Baiyun Catering Group and the local government.

The hotel offered not only dining and accommodations but also indoor swimming, spa services, billiards, karaoke, and other leisure options — a well-known luxury spot.

It wasn’t rush hour, so traffic was light. Driving the Bugatti Veyron, Mu Bai arrived swiftly.
As he drove in, many eyes turned to look.

After all, the deep growl of a Bugatti Veyron is hard to ignore anywhere.

Among them was a young man, around 27 or 28 years old, driving a Mercedes E260.
He looked at the supercar with envy. As a car enthusiast, he knew exactly how expensive a Bugatti Veyron was — and knew that anyone who could afford it was undoubtedly one of Nanjing’s elite.

He fantasized about one day owning such a car himself.

But just a few minutes into his daydream, the woman sitting in his passenger seat — also around 27 or 28, with post-makeup looks scoring about 75/100 — tugged at his arm and said:

“Alright, enough staring. You can’t afford it anyway. My parents are waiting for you in a private room inside. Remember to order some expensive dishes later — don’t be stingy. Whether they agree to let you marry me depends on this meeting.”

“Okay, okay, I got it,”
the young man replied impatiently.

In truth, he really didn’t want to meet his girlfriend’s rather snobbish and materialistic parents.
But he liked his girlfriend too much to say no.

Even now, his attention was still glued to that dazzling Bugatti Veyron.

He really wanted to see who in Nanjing City was driving that kind of beast.

But his distracted behavior annoyed his girlfriend.

She snapped:
“Still staring? What’s so great about it? Is our future marriage less important than a car in your eyes? If you’re jealous of someone with a supercar, then work for it! What good is just being envious? You don’t know how hard that person probably worked to get that car. You only see the glamor, not the struggle behind it. So stop looking and get out of the car!”