Hearing the number, Jiang Wenxi felt only a slight ripple in her heart.
She hadn’t expected that the items in just one clothing store would cost tens of millions.
In her previous life, this was an astronomical figure she wouldn’t have dared to even dream of.
But now, holding the Infinite Black Card, she naturally had no need for any worries.
She simply raised her eyes and uttered three words: “Okay, swipe the card.”
Zhou Ming quickly responded, took out a POS machine from his briefcase, and carefully put on black velvet gloves before accepting the Infinite Black Card from Jiang Wenxi.
As his fingertips touched the cool texture of the card, he couldn’t hide his shock—although he was the store manager of a top luxury brand in Shanghai and had seen many wealthy people, customers who could so casually swipe tens of millions without even blinking were ultimately a very small minority.
He quickly composed himself and deftly completed the card swipe.
The moment the POS machine dispensed the receipt, he respectfully handed the black card back to Jiang Wenxi, simultaneously presenting her with an exquisitely crafted gold-embossed black card, bowing and saying, “Ms. Jiang, this is our brand’s Supreme VIP Black Gold Card. Holding this card grants you privileges such as skipping the queue at global stores, priority for personalized customization, and exclusive access to limited-edition new products.
Whenever new styles arrive in stores, we will deliver them to your home for your selection.”
Jiang Wenxi accepted the heavy black gold card; its surface was engraved with intricate patterns, exuding understated luxury.
She ran her fingers over the card, inwardly marveling—money truly makes the world go round.
In her past life, she had squeezed into a rented room, meticulously calculating every few hundred yuan in rent; she had never had the opportunity to spend money like water.
She casually tossed the black gold card into her handbag beside the sofa, nodded slightly, and said calmly, “Okay, thank you.”
Zhou Ming’s smile widened, and he said repeatedly, “You’re too kind. It’s our honor to serve you!
We’ll arrange top-tier logistics as soon as possible to iron and pack all the clothes and deliver them to your door today.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the store managers from other brands stepped forward, holding their respective settlement slips, their eyes fixed on Jiang Wenxi with eager anticipation.
A grand shopping extravaganza was clearly not over yet.
The settlement amounts from the other stores were also released one after another.
In categories such as clothing, loungewear, and accessories, each store’s bill easily exceeded ten million.
The spending on bags was particularly extravagant, with nearly a hundred limited-edition and collector’s edition bags piled together, the total amount approaching one hundred million; and the high-end jewelry that Jiang Wenxi had chosen, each piece starting at one million, and four complete sets even more valuable, ultimately amounted to a settlement of 236 million.
Including previous purchases, the shopping spree, which began at 8:30 in the morning, totaled nearly 500 million yuan.
Watching Jiang Wenxi swipe her card one bill after another without batting an eye, without even a hint of a frown, the store managers and staff present were all secretly astonished.
500 million yuan!
That’s no small sum.
Even in Shanghai, a city teeming with wealthy people, very few could afford to treat money like dirt.
This Miss Jiang’s wealth was far more terrifying than they had imagined.
After seeing off the profusely thanking store managers, the villa’s servants immediately began their work in an orderly fashion.
They skillfully removed the dust covers from the clothes, neatly hanging the ironed haute couture garments in the third-floor dressing room, categorizing them by season and style; limited-edition bags were carefully placed in glass display cases, stuffed with moisture-proof paper to maintain their shape; and the priceless jewelry, personally handled by Jiang Kun and two professional security personnel, was securely stored in the villa’s underground vault, each item meticulously cataloged and arranged without any disorder.
Jiang Wenxi, already ravenous, heard the rustling sounds of tidying behind her and turned to head straight for the dining room.
Lunch was as exquisite as ever, with the chef having prepared several appetizing stir-fries and a bowl of warming seafood porridge.
She had just taken a couple of sips when she heard steady footsteps approaching.
Jiang Kun approached with a composed gait, holding a gold-embossed invitation.
He bowed slightly and said, “Miss, an invitation has been sent from the Fu family at Villa No. 3.
Old Master Fu will be celebrating his 80th birthday next month, and he specially sent this invitation to invite you to the banquet.”
Jiang Wenxi took the invitation, her fingertips tracing the gold-embossed character for “longevity” on the cover and the signature “Fu,” slightly surprised.
She had only moved into the Tan Palace a few days ago, and had assumed that even if someone noticed the new owner of Villa No. 1, they would observe for a while.
She hadn’t expected the first invitation to arrive so quickly, and from a long-established wealthy family like the Fu family.
“I understand,” she nodded slightly, handing the invitation back to Jiang Kun calmly.
“You will accompany me.
Keep this invitation safe.”
“Yes, Miss,” Jiang Kun replied respectfully, taking the invitation.
Jiang Wenxi scooped a spoonful of porridge into her mouth, then suddenly remembered something and added, “Oh, right, please tell the Fu family that I will definitely be there on time.
Also, please put some thought into the birthday gift; choose something appropriate yet tasteful, not too ostentatious, but also not impolite.”
A hint of approval flashed in Jiang Kun’s eyes, and he quickly replied, “Understood, Miss.
I’ve already arranged the reply and the birthday gift; I certainly won’t disappoint you.”
Jiang Wenxi nodded in satisfaction and continued enjoying her lunch.
The Fu family’s birthday banquet was likely to be a grand gathering of Shanghai’s elite.
Having just entered this circle, she wanted to use this banquet to see what this so-called high society was really like.
Jiang Wenxi nestled on the sofa, her fingertips lightly swiping across the screen of the system’s online store.
Jewelry, watches, calligraphy and paintings—the dazzling array of goods was overwhelming.
Her goal was clear—to choose a birthday gift that was both appropriate and understated for Old Master Fu.
Her gaze swept across the rows of collectibles, finally settling on a calligraphy scroll titled “Longevity with Pine and Crane.”
The description on the screen clearly stated that this piece was a copy of a Qing Dynasty calligrapher’s work, characterized by its vigorous and unrestrained brushstrokes, harmonious ink tones, and the imagery of pine and crane perfectly matching the auspicious theme of an 80th birthday celebration.
She glanced at the required points; no more, no less, just right for her current reserves.
“That’s it,”
Jiang Wenxi decisively clicked to redeem.
The next second, a system notification sounded: [Redemption successful, item added to inventory.]
With a thought, she took the scroll out of her inventory.
It felt substantial in her hand; the scroll was housed in an exquisite rosewood box, its surface carved with lotus scroll patterns, exuding an air of nobility.
Jiang Wenxi didn’t understand calligraphy, but she could still discern the extraordinary nature of this piece.
She casually placed the box aside, thinking to herself that this gift shouldn’t be impolite.
On the day of the banquet, the early winter wind carried a chill, causing the paulownia leaves of the palace to rustle.