Dual-wielding! 100x proficiency, I'll grind my way to godhood!

Three days before boarding.

Chen Mo opened his eyes, and sunlight streamed in through the window.

The futures account had over 40 million yuan lying around. After withdrawing 30 million yuan to the bank card, there was still over 10 million yuan left in the account.

They have more money than they can spend.

He went to the bathroom to wash up. The face in the mirror was still the same face, but it was different.

Her facial features haven't changed; her eyebrows and eyes are still the same, and her nose bridge is still the same.

But after running to the point of perfection, my facial features became more defined, with a sharp jawline and clear cheekbone contours, making my entire face look like it had been re-sculpted.

He was already handsome, and many girls pursued him in college. He had several girlfriends, but they all ran off with rich second-generation heirs later on.

His ex-girlfriend was attracted to him partly because of his face.

But in recent years, life has taken its toll, leaving him looking disheveled and his handsomeness obscured.

Now his demeanor has changed; his eyes are bright, he stands ramrod straight, and his whole being is like a sharpened knife.

He stared at himself in the mirror for a few seconds and smiled.

That face used to be pretty, but nobody cared.

Now, with this face, people will take a second look when I walk down the street.

Most importantly, he is very rich now and has no worries about spending it all.

This is the source of confidence!

Money really does give men courage.

Go out.

In August, the heatwave hits Hangzhou.

He was wearing an old T-shirt and old shorts, and sneakers that he had worn for two years, just like before.

First stop, MixC Mall.

He first visited a few ordinary brands.

At the Zara entrance, the sales assistant glanced at him but didn't greet him.

He wandered around Uniqlo, but didn't find anything he wanted to buy.

I passed by a trendy brand store and went inside.

Several young sales assistants were chatting in a group in the store. When he came in, the one in front of them glanced at him.

Old T-shirt, old shorts, old shoes, the person didn't move, but their eyes revealed disdain.

The other looked up at his face, paused for a moment, then looked down at his clothes, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes.

Chen Mo looked around, picked up a shirt and checked the price tag: 1200.

"Can I try this on?"

The sales assistant walked over with a professional smile on her face, but it looked forced.

"You can try it. But we don't offer discounts at our store."

Chen Mo glanced at her, said nothing, hung the shirt back up, and turned to leave.

It's not that I'm angry, it's that I'm too lazy to argue.

This kind of person isn't worth wasting your emotions on.

He turned into Armani.

The air conditioning in the store was very strong, and the lighting was soft.

A female sales assistant approached, in her early thirties, with exquisite makeup and wearing a black suit.

She saw Chen Mo's face, paused for a moment, then glanced down at his clothes, her smile unchanged.

"Sir, please feel free to browse. If you like anything, you can try it on."

"Suits and casual wear go well together. It's for summer."

"OK."

She looked him up and down.

"You have great proportions, you look good in anything. What size do you usually wear?"

"I'm not sure, let me measure it."

She used a soft measuring tape to measure her shoulder width, chest circumference, and waist circumference.

When I touched his shoulder to measure his shoulder width, I paused for a moment, pressed my fingers on his shoulder, looked up at him, and my face turned slightly red.

"Sir, you've worked out, haven't you?"

"I just practice randomly, like running around."

"No wonder."

She lowered her voice a little, her fingers sliding from her shoulder to her arm, and pinched it again while measuring her arm circumference, her movements very gentle.

After taking the measurements, she stood up straight and took a deep breath:

"With a figure like yours, you can pull off anything. Let me pick out a few outfits for you."

She brought over a bunch.

A light gray lightweight jacket, a navy blue casual suit, three short-sleeved shirts—white, light blue, and linen, three pairs of casual trousers—light khaki, dark gray, and navy blue, two pairs of casual leather shoes, and a belt.

Finally, I added two more sets of linen short-sleeved shirts and shorts for wearing at home.

"Is that enough, sir?"

"Give me a few more changes of clothes."

She also picked up a few basic T-shirts, two each of black, white, and gray, and a pair of athletic shorts.

"Should we try these first?"

"No need to try, just pack it."

She paused for a moment, then asked, "Wrap them all up?"

"Yes. Also, help me put together an outfit that I'm wearing now, from head to toe."

She picked out a white short-sleeved shirt, a pair of light khaki casual pants, a pair of white sneakers, a light brown belt, and a pair of aviator goggles.

Chen Mo took it and went into the fitting room.

When he came out, he stood in front of the mirror.

She seemed to have undergone a complete transformation, with a tall and slender figure. The white clothes made her skin look even cleaner, and her facial features appeared more defined.

Her slightly long hair added a touch of lazy and unruly charm.

The sales assistant stood beside him, looked at him in the mirror, her eyes lit up, she opened her mouth but didn't say anything.

"Please throw away my old clothes."

"Yes, sir."

He took out his bank card and handed it over.

When she took the card, her fingertips touched his hand, but she didn't pull them back.

"Sir, would it be convenient to add each other on WeChat? I need your address for delivery, so I can notify you when new products arrive."

"OK."

Scan the QR code to add me as a friend.

Chen Mo sent the address over, and she placed an order for express delivery.

As he left the store, he glanced at his wrist—it was empty—and then looked at the watch shop across the street.

The sales assistant from the trendy store across the street came out to throw away the trash and saw him. White shirt, light khaki pants, white sneakers, aviator sunglasses—he stood in front of the Armani store looking like someone straight out of a magazine.

She stood there, stunned, almost dropping the trash bag in her hand. Her mouth opened and closed, her face turning from white to red. She turned around and walked back quickly, saying something to her colleagues in the store.

Several heads peeked out from the door and looked this way.

Chen Mo ignored them and walked to the entrance of the watch shop.

A salesperson at the watch shop came out to greet him: "Sir, would you like to come in and take a look?"

He went inside, and in the glass case was an Omega Seamaster, blue dial, steel band.

I tried it on, and it fits perfectly.

"Issue the invoice."

As I left the store, I noticed I had a new watch on my wrist.

The blue dial gleamed in the sunlight.

The barbershop is on the third floor of the mall. It has a small storefront and a clean, uncluttered decor.

He pushed open the door and went in. The receptionist was a young woman. She looked up, saw him, paused for a second, and then smiled.

"Does the gentleman have an appointment?"

"no."

"It's alright, Chief Teacher is available. This way, please."

As I sat down in the leather chair, the barber came over. He was a man in his thirties, wearing an apron, with long, slender fingers.

He stood behind Chen Mo, looked at his face in the mirror, then at his shoulders and figure, and took a breath.

"Dude, you have such a great foundation."

Chen Mo looked in the mirror: "What do you mean?"

"Her facial features are well-defined, her head is round, her forehead is full, and her jawline is clear."

The barber walked around to his side and looked at his profile.

"With these features, any hairstyle would look good on you. You can pull off a buzz cut, a slicked-back style, or even grow it long."

He patted Chen Mo on the shoulder:

"Plus, with your figure, you can pull off any hairstyle. What kind of haircut would you like?"

Chen Mo looked at his face in the mirror: "Buzz cut."

The barber paused for a moment: "Are you sure? You look handsome with a slicked-back hairstyle too."

"It's hot, a buzz cut is more convenient."

The barber nodded and brought the clippers over.

Strands of hair fell down, revealing the scalp and the outline of the head.

After shaving, trimming the edges, washing the hair, and blow-drying it.