OFR – Chapter 236 Little Consul

Aura?

Originally, Kang Yunyun didn’t believe in such an intangible, fabricated concept.

But now, she seemed to genuinely feel it.

Fortunately, this oppressive feeling didn’t last long—it vanished within a few seconds.

Under the calm gaze of Mu Bai and the others, Kang Yunyun quickly whispered, “I… I’m Kang Yunyun. I’m here to see Mu Hao. I didn’t get the wrong place, did I?”

After she finished, she saw that the expressions of the people before her remained unchanged. Only the youngest boy among them gently nodded, a slight, warm smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

“Hello, you’re not in the wrong place. I’m Little Mu. I invited you here, and these are a few of my friends who came with me for the scalping exchange meeting.”

“Ah, hello, Mu Hao! I didn’t expect you to be so handsome and young, and your friends are all so good-looking too!”

Despite being surprised by Mu Hao’s age, Kang Yunyun quickly walked over, speaking respectfully with a touch of girlish playfulness.

Normally, if someone were called a “god-tier spender,” they would either smile in amusement or humbly deny it.

After all, calling someone a “god-tier spender” would be excessive flattery for the average person or even those with some money.

But these people didn’t deny it, nor did they even smile. They simply accepted the title calmly, showing no discomfort or embarrassment.

Their composure left her slightly stunned.

After a few seconds of hesitation, she saw Mu Hao wave his hand, gesturing for her to sit down.

“Have a seat, make yourself comfortable. By the way, what do you like to eat? We’ve already ordered some food, but feel free to add anything you like.”

Sitting in a soft chair, Mu Bai noticed her unease.

With a gentle smile, he struck up a casual conversation with her.

“No, no, it’s fine, Mu Hao. I can eat anything.”

“Alright, then let me know if you see anything you like later.”

Hearing this, Mu Bai didn’t insist further and instead steered the conversation toward lighter topics, easing the initial awkwardness.

During this time, Nalan Yun and Dongfang Jing also exchanged a few words with Kang Yunyun, offering a polite greeting.

After about seven or eight minutes of casual conversation, Kang Yunyun finally started to relax.

“Mu Hao, by the way, there’s something I wanted to mention—the deadline for the scalping exchange meeting’s invitation is tonight at midnight. Have you received your invitations yet? If not, I can help you and your friends get them.”

Now much calmer, Kang Yunyun spoke politely while sitting next to Mu Bai.

In fact, during their earlier conversation, she had been quite flustered.

On one hand, it was her first time meeting a “god-tier spender” like Mu Hao.

On the other hand, she had noticed a small but significant detail when the servers brought in the dishes.

Dejing Hotel, as a well-known four-star hotel in Yue’an City, had different tiers of servers.

There were ordinary servers who simply served tea and water.

Then there were higher-level servers who catered to local dignitaries and officials.

But there was also a class of top-tier servers—highly paid staff exclusively serving true elites and dignitaries.

And she realized that the servers in this private suite were from that highest tier.

Every one of them was attractive, had an excellent figure, and most importantly, possessed a demeanor no less refined than that of flight attendants, stewards, or professional hosts.

They all seemed to have undergone professional training—smiling without showing teeth, maintaining a graceful posture whether standing or walking.

Looking at these servers, Kang Yunyun knew that in terms of looks, figure, and poise, they completely outclassed her.

In a fully booked Dejing Hotel, not only did Mu Hao and his friends secure the most luxurious Heaven-Class Suite, but they also had the highest-tier servers attending to them.

She understood that this wasn’t just a matter of money.

After all, anyone who could afford a four-star high-end hotel wasn’t exactly short on cash.

This made her realize that she probably didn’t fully understand the true identities of Mu Hao and his friends.

But one thing was certain—these were people she couldn’t afford to offend.

Even though Yue’an City wasn’t their home turf, she had a strange feeling.

If they wished, these people could easily cause a storm in this small city.

Just as these thoughts filled her mind, Mu Hao’s crisp voice pulled her back to reality.

“Hmm, are there any requirements for the invitation?”

Sipping the fine red wine that the hotel’s general manager Zhang Yunchuan had personally delivered, Mu Hao asked casually.

“There is a small requirement—you need to purchase $50,000 worth of gold chips to get an invitation. This is to prevent those without real purchasing power from disrupting the exchange meeting.

“Each invitation allows you to bring two guests. Additionally, the initial purchase of gold chips is at market price, but any further purchases during the exchange will be 10% above market price.

“If you need invitations and gold chips, I can help. I have a friend who’s a minor consul in the Scalper Alliance.”

Kang Yunyun carefully explained the situation, then lightly bit her rosy lips.

She hoped Mu Hao would buy the gold chips through her friend.

Because through her introduction, she would earn a 1% referral commission—an unspoken rule of the scalping exchange.

If a scalper introduced a “god-tier spender” to the exchange, the Scalper Alliance would reward them with a 1% referral fee from the gold chips purchased.

With this small hope in mind, her large eyes looked nervously at Mu Hao.