Peerless Immortal Emperor in City

Gu Xing's father was shocked, looking at Qin Heng in disbelief. More specifically, he was staring at the clothes Qin Heng was wearing, his eyes wide, almost popping out. His gaze was fixed, just like an ordinary person seeing God himself.

"Oh my God! This craftsmanship, this design, this fabric! Heavens above! I'm going to die! I'm really going to die! It's divinely inspired workmanship! Could this, this possibly be clothes tailor-made on Savile Street in London!?"

His exclamation made everyone in the train carriage hear it; even the beautiful stewardess, originally on duty in the carriage vestibule, couldn't help but turn to look, and then kept glancing back.

People's eyes gleamed as they watched Qin Heng without blinking, their expressions full of amazement.

"Wow! Is this a tailor-made suit from Savile Street? Oh my God, I wonder how much these clothes cost—at least a million yuan, right?"

"That's right, that's right! I'm a clothing designer. I didn't notice at first, but now I see, this really is a Savile Street tailor-made suit! Unbelievable, to actually see one here!"

"Such astonishing workmanship, such a beautiful style, it's really fantastic! Young man, may I touch your clothes, just once? This suit is just amazing!"

"Touch what? Do you know how much a Savile Street tailor-made suit costs? Even if you earn a salary of fifty thousand a month, if you damage a single button, half a year of your pay could be gone!"

"A tycoon! A second-generation super-rich kid! The person who said earlier that these clothes were street vendor goods must be blind!"

The people around all started exclaiming.

In that instant, Qin Heng became the center of attention in the entire carriage. Everyone's gaze was fixed on him, filled with a mixture of shock, admiration, and envy.

Cui Danwei and Shangguan Wen also showed surprised expressions, looking at Qin Heng in astonishment.

"It's actually a Savile Street tailor-made suit!?"

"I only realized it must be custom-made; I never imagined it was from Savile Street!"

After all, the two girls had only recently graduated from high school. Being able to tell that the clothes were tailor-made was already quite impressive. They had heard of Savile Street, but they still lacked a high level of fashion appreciation.

Gu Xing's face immediately darkened. He looked at Qin Heng with disbelief, grinding his teeth and saying, "How is this possible? How can this be? Tailor-made on Savile Street? That's impossible!"

His family was well-off; he naturally knew what "tailor-made on Savile Street" meant. Savile Row is located in London and is famous for its traditional men's bespoke tailoring, also being the most prestigious men's custom tailor shop. Even the word "bespoke" originated from Savile Street. This short street is known as "the golden mile of tailoring," with customers including Winston Churchill, Viscount Nelson, and Napoleon III—all very prominent figures.

In the eyes of ordinary people, Savile Street tailoring signifies extravagant pricing. A Savile Street suit starts at a minimum of about five hundred thousand yuan, and a slightly better one can cost millions! It's unaffordable for anyone but the top-level rich.

Even for many of the top-tier wealthy, suits costing a million, or even several million yuan, are usually worn only at important dinners or business negotiations. They generally aren't worn casually.

Someone like Qin Heng, wearing it as everyday attire on a high-speed train, was simply unheard of. Indeed, no one had even conceived of it! How wealthy must one be to wear a suit worth millions on a high-speed train!

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!" Gu Xing's mother glared, her eyes bloodshot, her fingers trembling as she pointed at Qin Heng and shouted, "How could a lowlife from the bottom rungs of society possibly wear clothes worth millions! Absolutely impossible! What Savile Street tailor-made? How could a lowlife afford such high-end clothing? He's just a worthless bum from the bottom rungs of society! Husband! Are you blind!? How could you mistake this!?"

She pointed at Gu Xing's father and started cursing, believing he was undermining her and causing her to lose face.

Just moments ago, she had been utterly arrogant, saying Qin Heng was from the dregs of society, poor as dirt, someone who would never be able to hold his head high, forever earning a pitiful salary—practically devaluing Qin Heng to nothing.

Now, to be told that the clothes Qin Heng was wearing might be worth millions was like a bolt from the blue, nearly stunning her. Impossible! This is absolutely impossible! Gu Xing's mother kept emphasizing this to herself. Having finished berating Gu Xing's father, she then pointed at Qin Heng and said, "Little brat, don't think you can fool me with some fake outfit. I can tell at a glance that your so-called Savile Street bespoke clothes are definitely knockoffs bought from a street stall! You lowlife can only afford to wear such garbage!"

"Madam, are you questioning my professional integrity?" At this moment, a tall, slender woman dressed in a white shirt and a black skirt walked over.

She seemed to be in her twenties, very beautiful, with delicate features and light makeup that highlighted the contours of her face. Wearing silver-rimmed glasses, she looked extremely professional. She was over 1.75 meters tall, with long legs clad in flesh-colored stockings. She wore off-white high heels and exuded an air of classy simplicity!

Stunning beauty!

These two words were no overstatement to describe her.

"I am Bo Ling, the design director at Yishang Clothing Design Co., Ltd., a subsidiary of Daqin Group." Bo Ling held her graceful, pale neck slightly high, took out a business card, handed it to Gu Xing's mother, and smiled, "I confirmed it just now. From my professional standpoint, your husband was right—the clothes this young man is wearing are indeed custom from Savile Street. Moreover, they should be from Henry Poole, the very first tailoring shop on Savile Street, with a history of over three hundred years. This suit is worth at least seven million! Furthermore, his watch is a Patek Philippe custom model, which, to my knowledge, would be around four million. In other words, the clothing and watch this student is wearing are worth at least ten million in total!"

GASP! The surrounding crowd couldn't help but draw a sharp breath, looking at Qin Heng with even greater shock.

If before they looked at Qin Heng as merely a wealthy man among ordinary folks, now they gazed upon him as if he were a god, an unreachable existence high above them!

Holy shit! Just the clothes and watch he wears when he goes out are worth ten million! That's just insane!

Bo Ling was the design director at a clothing company under Daqin Group. No one would question the authority of someone with this status. The reputation of Daqin Group had risen, and the name Wanyi Group was deeply ingrained in people's minds.

This meant that Qin Heng's outfit was indeed worth over ten million!

Everyone in the carriage was stunned.

Some people were even scared senseless; it was just too unbelievable!

Cui Danwei and Shangguan Wen were also taken aback. They had originally thought that the clothes Qin Heng was wearing might be worth up to a million, which was already incredible.

But to think, they were actually worth ten million!

"Oh, Firmament! How wealthy is he!?"

"To spend so much money just on clothes—what a fool!" Gu Xing said sourly.

"Sorry, I didn't spend a penny on this outfit," Qin Heng replied, glancing at him. "It was given to me by the manager of Henry Poole, because I bought that shop a long time ago."