Pretending To Be A Boss

Of course, he wasn't poor either.

"You go pick out a suit for yourself, I'm also taking Xiaojiu to buy clothes."

Based on all the straight male comments Tang Xian had made before, Qiao Shanshan thought he still had some understanding of upper-class aesthetics, so she didn't think too much about it and left with Tang Xiaojiu.

Tang Xian indeed didn't ponder much about his own attire.

Instead, he had other things in mind.

"That is an excellent idea, a woman's wardrobe and shoe collection are historically known to surpass cosmetics in both value and quantity. The channels with Qing JiuYu and Bai Mansheng are already open, why not expand on that?"

"But how to spin clothes and shoes into unique treasures of the world requires some careful consideration..." Stay tuned to My Virtual Library Empire

Tang Xian stroked his chin, deep in thought.

It was later, after noon, when he finally called Li Xiaoyu.

Over the phone, he explained that he was going to buy a suit and asked if Li Xiaoyu had any recommendations.

Li Xiaoyu, feeling bored, suggested Tang Xian head to the third floor, ready to take him shopping for clothes.

When Li Xiaoyu saw Tang Xian, although she still had the unenthused expression of old, like a black cat sizing up a stranger from a windowsill,

Tang Xian could clearly sense that she had relaxed quite a bit.

Tang Xian didn't ask further, guessing that Li Xiaoyu had already talked to Song Que.

Li Xiaoyu didn't bring up the topic either, just saying:

"I originally asked Dong Ran to tell you because I thought you wouldn't attend, as such events must be boring for you."

"They are quite boring. But occasionally attending one isn't a problem."

Li Xiaoyu nodded, and since Tang Xian didn't reveal his real motive, she didn't inquire.

She just felt that tonight's dance would probably be very interesting.

The place Li Xiaoyu took Tang Xian to was Cesare Attolini's branch at Italian Fortress 39.

Aside from the Italian Fortress's third floor, only Italian Fortress 39 had one.

As Li Xiaoyu approached the doors of Cesare Attolini, the golden scissors Franco respectfully waited on the side and, after a kiss-hand greeting, arranged for an assistant to bring the clothes.

Tang Xian was surprised:

"They're ready?"

He wasn't surprised that Li Xiaoyu would bring him to a luxury bespoke shop to buy a suit, but given the time constraint today, he figured only ready-made was an option. Bespoke likely wouldn't be ready in time.

Yet unexpectedly, Li Xiaoyu directly picked out a suit.

"Try it on?" Li Xiaoyu looked at Tang Xian expectantly.

"When was this made?"

"A very long time ago."

"You didn't even need to take my measurements? You knew it would fit me?"

"I have your physical examination report, I get it every year. Every bone, every muscle, even the chart of your body's growth changes, I've got it all. Why would I need to take your measurements to make a suit?"

Tang Xian fell silent.

What she said made sense, but it still sounded a bit like a scene from a horror movie.

After looking around, Li Xiaoyu said with satisfaction:

"I've also prepared all your future clothes. If you run out of clothes, just come over and pick them up, no need to feel bad about it."

Franco had only seen such storylines at the Italian Fortress, where a princess brought a poor boy to the Royal Suit Shop to make clothes.

He loved witnessing such scenes, transforming a poor boy into a noble gentleman in an instant—that was the charm of Cesare Attolini. Even the position of each button was precisely calculated according to the client's body data to achieve ultimate refinement and beauty in the overall appearance.

"At tonight's event, there will be many women who will try to strike up a conversation with you."

"So you're going to drive them all away?"

"No, if you like them, I can buy them for you."

"No thanks, tonight I will only dance with one person."