OFR – Chapter 263 Encountering Rong Qingwen.

After spending nearly sixty million yuan on two Patek Philippe luxury watches, Mu Bai prepared to leave the boutique.

Perhaps it was because of his always calm and gentle demeanor that the two beautiful saleswomen, who had been nervous and respectful, gradually relaxed a bit. One of them even playfully acted cute and cautiously asked for his WeChat:

“Sir, you’re so handsome. May we add you on WeChat? If you ever have any questions about watches, you can message us directly. As your personal after-sales consultants, would you consider letting us be the ones to serve you? We promise to offer you the most attentive and dedicated service.”

According to the rules from Patek Philippe’s headquarters, each boutique sales associate can serve up to three VIP customers as personal consultants.
For each VIP they serve, their base salary increases by 2,000 yuan.

This counts as an extra income—part of their overall commission.

Due to the lack of million-yuan watch sales in recent years in Nanjing, there were no Patek Philippe VIP clients in the region.

And now, suddenly, a young, handsome, and incredibly wealthy VIP customer appeared right before their eyes. Naturally, they were eager to be his designated consultants.

Not only would this slightly increase their base salary, but in their minds, it was far more pleasant to serve someone like him than some middle-aged uncle.

This sentiment wasn’t much different from how many male professionals would rather have a rich and beautiful female client.

At that moment, Mu Bai glanced at the two saleswomen who looked at him with hopeful eyes and nodded slightly.

Honestly, he didn’t care much about whether there might be issues with the watches later on.

But it was hard to refuse such sincere enthusiasm, and since it was no trouble at all, he agreed.

After adding the two women on WeChat and completing the payment, he turned around and left the boutique with Du Xiaoqian.

Once the two exited the boutique and entered the elevator at the DeYa Mall—

Du Xiaoqian looked at Mu Bai’s tall, slender figure, her expression a little embarrassed.

As a shopping guide, in transactions involving boutique store staff, her commission would be halved.

Even so, Mu Bai’s nearly sixty million yuan purchase just now still earned her around 300,000 yuan in commission!

Three hundred thousand yuan!

That was incredibly important to her.

But she felt like she hadn’t done anything at all to earn it. The commission came too easily.

Feeling a bit guilty, she followed behind Mu Bai and said, “Sir, I truly apologize. I didn’t do anything to help you today, yet still earned some commission from you. I really feel quite bad about it. How about… let me treat you to a meal later as a proper thank you?”

She said it very sincerely.

But Mu Bai simply waved his hand dismissively and said with a light chuckle, “Heh, it’s fine. No need.”

He had refused.

Calmly and plainly.

After being turned down, Du Xiaoqian seemed to realize that her invitation to a meal had been a bit forward. She bit her rosy lip and said, “Alright then… thank you for your understanding. But truly, I’m very grateful. If you come back to our store in the future, I’ll serve you as a friend. That way, I can offer you a 5% discount at many exclusive counters.”

In a high-end mall like DeYa, where luxury brands gather, a 5% discount is a substantial offer.

And giving such a discount meant the shopping guide would earn no commission at all.

This gesture showed how sincere Du Xiaoqian was.

Most customers would gladly accept a 5% discount, especially since DeYa rarely holds promotional sales.

But in that moment, Du Xiaoqian forgot one very important thing due to her guilt:

The man before her wasn’t an ordinary person.

This was someone who had just spent nearly 60 million yuan on two watches—without blinking an eye.
A super-rich god-tier spender!

Would someone like that care about a mere 5% discount?

Sure enough, just as Mu Bai exited DeYa Mall, he paused in his steps after hearing her words. Then he turned around and looked at Du Xiaoqian’s slightly embarrassed face.

After observing her for a moment, he shook his head and smiled softly. “Heh, I appreciate the gesture, but it really isn’t necessary.”

With that, Mu Bai calmly bid farewell and walked away.

As for Du Xiaoqian, who had been refused again, she stared at his back with a complicated expression.

After a few minutes, still feeling dazed, she returned to her post, slightly absent-minded as she went about her work.

Time flew by like a white steed crossing a gap in the clouds. Before she knew it, it was already 11 a.m.

At that time, the midday sun was hanging in the southern sky, casting a warm glow.

Meanwhile, Mu Bai had driven from DeYa Mall to the ultra-luxurious Huan Zijin Villa District, famous for its opulence.

This neighborhood was also home to many of the top tycoons in Nanjing and Jianghai Province—
For example, the eldest son of the Li Group, Li Shaofeng, the CEO of Baiyun Dining Group Yu Youxiong, and the queen-like Dongfang Jing all lived here.

Mu Bai’s reason for coming to Huan Zijin was to attend Mu Xiaoxiao’s birthday party.

As he arrived at the entrance, several security guards came forward dutifully to verify his identity.

Their attitude was one of deep respect.

After all, anyone driving a Bugatti Veyron into a neighborhood like Huan Zijin had to be extremely wealthy or influential.

Even the security company behind the guards wouldn’t dare offend such people.

The verification process was simple. Once Dongfang Jing confirmed his identity, the gate was opened.

A few minutes later, Mu Bai drove into the Huan Zijin villa area—an elite neighborhood in Nanjing that even outshone the famed Xuanwu Zhongshan district.

Just as his Bugatti Veyron was about to enter, a Pagani Huayra BC, another world-class supercar equally as valuable, came driving toward him from inside the complex.

A Pagani Huayra BC!

Only five of these cars exist in the world—an incredibly rare luxury.

Its price tag was just as astronomical as Mu Bai’s limited edition Veyron 16.6.

At that moment, these two world-class supercars brushed past each other at the gate of Huan Zijin.

Mu Bai’s car window, still down from the earlier security check, remained open. The window of the Pagani Huayra BC also quietly rolled down as they passed each other.

Inside was a young man who appeared about the same age as Nalan Yunshao.

Their eyes met for just a brief moment in the air.

Both gazes were calm—carrying the detached control of those born to rule.

After a few seconds, the two supercars passed each other, and both men averted their gaze.

The young man in the Pagani glanced back through his rearview mirror at the departing Bugatti Veyron and raised an eyebrow slightly.

This young man was none other than Rong Qingwen, who had just arrived in Nanjing the previous night.

At this moment, Rong Qingwen hadn’t expected that in less than 24 hours, he would hear from Li Shaofeng about a young man who had risen abruptly and overshadowed all the elites of Nanjing—

And now, he had just laid eyes on a youth driving a 30-million-yuan Bugatti, wearing a Patek Philippe worth over 20 million, and young enough to surprise even him.

These back-to-back encounters and revelations made Rong Qingwen—heir to the Rong family—fall silent for a moment.

His hand gripped and released the steering wheel several times before he finally chuckled and muttered:

“Heh… looks like Nanjing really is a place of crouching tigers and hidden dragons now.”