Magnate Tycoon: How Did Simply Enjoying Life Make Me a Male God?

"Huang Ying, do you have a boyfriend?"

Yang Xiaoxiu was somewhat surprised, as evidently the boyfriend Huang Ying mentioned was already a successful individual in society, otherwise, he wouldn't be qualified to attend a conference at such a high-end hotel.

But then she thought of their schoolmate and couldn't help but say, "So you and Wang Likai are..."

"Wang Likai isn't my boyfriend, he's just pursuing me."

Huang Ying crossed her arms, looking indifferent: "Those little things he gave me wouldn't add up to more than a few thousand, while my boyfriend bought me this Longines watch for over ten thousand. How can there be any comparison?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Xiaoxiu was quite surprised, as she often saw Huang Ying and Wang Likai being close at school, even to the point of thinking they were together. To Yang Xiaoxiu's surprise, Huang Ying didn't seem to care much about him at all.

Yang Xiaoxiu secretly shook her head and couldn't help but glance toward the elevator in the hotel lobby, feeling curious.

Though she and Huang Ying had different worldviews, she also understood the importance of influential connections and having a patron.

In this era, relying solely on hard work is far from enough.

If hard work truly were the shortcut to success, this shortcut might not be available to her.

Right now, all she had left was the hope that her efforts would be her only chance, nothing else.

However, if she were fortunate enough to be recognized by an influential person, she would try every means possible to seize the opportunity.

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So when Huang Ying mentioned that many bosses were attending a meeting here, she did feel a sense of curiosity and some unrealistic delusions.

Seeing Yang Xiaoxiu swayed by her words, Huang Ying felt a sense of achievement and satisfaction, unable to resist advising her with the tone of someone who had experienced it all:

"Xiaoxiu, to capture the hearts of these men, you shouldn't harbor the thoughts of a little woman. Things like looks, warmth, age—none of these are important. The only thing that matters is the man's economic strength."

Upon hearing this, Yang Xiaoxiu sensed the hidden meaning in the words and asked, "Huang Ying, is your boyfriend a lot older than you?"

"No, not really, just over ten years. Isn't it quite normal for men and women to have a ten-year age gap now?"

Huang Ying appeared utterly logical: "Among those in their twenties, unless they're filled with wealth from their rich parents, not many could match the economic strength of middle-aged men. Besides, those rich parents' kids wouldn't be interested in us."

As she spoke, she glanced up and down at Yang Xiaoxiu, clicking her tongue: "Hmm... you have good features, but you're just not good at dressing up. I'll share a trick with you.

If you can't afford luxury goods, buy a mix of genuine and fake items; those men can't tell the difference anyway.

Plus, with the genuine items, you can team up with a girl of similar body type; she wears them for a few days, then you wear them afterwards. These are money-saving techniques."

Listening to her, Yang Xiaoxiu was visibly shocked; it was the first time she learned of such a possibility.

"What do you think? Quite surprising, right?"

Huang Ying boasted, "This is the survival strategy for ordinary girls like us. You also need to keep up with luxury brands' trends and all sorts of fashion information daily, to cover up the rustic vibes you emanate from inside out, understand?"

As she spoke, Huang Ying no longer hid her disdain for Yang Xiaoxiu's vanity, and her language became much more straightforward.

Hearing this, Yang Xiaoxiu's expression changed, but she remained silent.

Because she knew what Huang Ying said was true, and her methods had real success stories.

If she stubbornly disregarded her advice, the one to suffer losses would be herself.

While Yang Xiaoxiu was lost in thought, she suddenly heard Huang Ying exclaim excitedly, "They're coming out!"

With those words, Huang Ying quickened her pace towards a middle-aged bald man, smiling brightly, as if they were a couple reunited after days apart.

Upon seeing Huang Ying, the middle-aged bald man also smiled slightly, conveniently hugging her slender waist, behaving intimately.

Witnessing this, Yang Xiaoxiu felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

Though she had many thoughts, she was only nineteen and hadn't seen much of such things.

Seeing her beautiful roommate in the arms of an older man, Yang Xiaoxiu's lifelong values made her avert her gaze.

Yet she knew not just Huang Ying, but many girls yearning for wealth would make this choice.

Moreover, although Huang Ying's boyfriend was balding, he appeared to be in his mid-thirties, making the age gap not particularly large.

Some men in their fifties even date twenty-year-olds, some boyfriends even older than their fathers; this reality was something Yang Xiaoxiu absolutely could not accept.

After Huang Ying spent time with her boyfriend, she winked at Yang Xiaoxiu from a distance, slightly raising her chin with a corner of her mouth upturned, seemingly showing off and proving the validity of her previous theories.

Watching the elegantly dressed male and female bosses step out of the elevator, Yang Xiaoxiu instinctively avoided their gaze, while her sense of inferiority slowly unfolded within her.

But it was only a brief escape; she lifted her head again to watch those wealthy individuals dispersing.

She wanted to see if there were any opportunities for herself.

However, she did not plan to find a boyfriend like Huang Ying; instead, she longed to meet someone who appreciated her, regardless of gender. If she could connect with such a person, she might gain several opportunities she otherwise wouldn't have.

Yet, as she scanned each face in the crowd, not a single person lingered on her for even a second.

Just like Huang Ying said, although Yang Xiaoxiu had good features, her attire was too ordinary for this occasion, so ordinary it seemed almost dowdy.

Seeing Yang Xiaoxiu standing alone nearby, Huang Ying chuckled lightly and shook her head, no longer concerning herself with her.

Evidently, her teaching of survival skills to Yang Xiaoxiu was merely to satisfy her own sense of superiority and strengthen her self-identity.

How well Yang Xiaoxiu would actually fare had nothing to do with her, and it might even be preferable if she always remained "ordinary," allowing Huang Ying to continuously educate her from a position of superiority.

"Jing, Brother Jing?"

Just when Yang Xiaoxiu thought she couldn't have any connection with this group, her eyes brightened, and she spotted a familiar and pleasantly surprising figure.

Li Jing was calmly walking at the back of the crowd, hands tucked in his pockets, casually observing the hotel's decorations, as if he had nothing to do with the group of bosses ahead still exchanging compliments and was simply enjoying a leisurely stroll.

Compared to the awkwardness and fake smiles of the bosses ahead, Li Jing's demeanor appeared exceptionally natural and comfortable, exuding an aura of freedom and ease.

Watching the distinct Li Jing amidst the crowd, Yang Xiaoxiu unintentionally stared for a few seconds.

When he was almost at the hotel entrance, she realized and prepared to greet him, but hesitated, recalling the conversation that took place in Li Jing's car last time, her expression turning somewhat unsightly.

She had already muddled the relationship with him during their previous conversation.

Recalling the oppressive atmosphere from that day, Yang Xiaoxiu clasped her fingers tightly together, unwilling to approach and speak to him.

Huang Ying, intimately holding her boyfriend's arm, noticed Yang Xiaoxiu's expression and presumed it was because she felt inferior due to her own presence, swelling with a sense of achievement, she slightly raised her chin, like a proud swan walking past without bothering to greet.

At that moment, she seemed to have merged into the circle of wealthy people, showing disdain and exclusion toward classmates who used to be like her, seemingly filling her heart scarred by vanity and inferiority with such gestures.