Peerless Immortal Emperor in City

The moment Qin Heng said this, the entire carriage fell silent, so still you could hear a pin drop.

All eyes turned to him. Everyone was shocked—utterly shocked.

Qin Heng's words struck them like a bolt from the blue, exploding in their ears and nearly paralyzing them with fright. This was especially true for Bo Ling, who stood right in front of him.

She staggered and fell forward, almost collapsing onto Qin Heng. Fortunately, Qin Heng quickly reached out to steady her. She regained her balance, but her expression remained one of utter astonishment.

"Excuse me, student, what-what did you just say? Do you realize what your words imply?"

Bo Ling was utterly baffled, almost wondering if she was having auditory hallucinations. This young man, who looked to be around seventeen or eighteen and about to enter university—what had he just said?

He claimed he had already bought Henry Poole, the oldest tailor shop on Savile Street?

How could that be!? How was that even possible? Was this person living in a dream?

A tailor shop like Henry Poole received an inestimable number of orders every year! Its history was vast, having made clothes for countless world-famous historical figures; its significance was extraordinary.

To buy such a shop? Without ten billion RMB, one shouldn't even dream of it!

Ten billion! What an enormous sum!

If someone earning 200,000 a year didn't spend a single penny, it would still take them fifty thousand years of hard work to amass ten billion!

And now, this young man was claiming he had already bought Henry Poole! Incredible! Truly incredible!

If Qin Heng hadn't been wearing clothes and a watch worth over ten million RMB, Bo Ling would have suspected he was talking nonsense. After all, within her realm of understanding, what Qin Heng was talking about was simply impossible!

This beautiful designer was now in total disarray, unsure whether she should believe this young and handsome lad before her. If she chose to believe him, it felt like a challenge to her very cognition! But if he wasn't telling the truth... a young man casually wearing clothes worth over ten million RMB had absolutely no reason to fabricate such a pointless lie.

While Bo Ling was internally conflicted, Gu Xing couldn't help but sneer, looking at Qin Heng with disdain. "What the hell! Do you know what you're talking about? Do you have any idea what Henry Poole even means?

Even if those clothes you're wearing are really worth ten million, do you know how much Henry Poole is worth? Claiming you've bought it? Nobody brags that outrageously!

Ten billion! Without ten billion RMB, it's utterly impossible to buy it. Just use your brain for a second! Think about what ten billion even means! Engage your brain before you run your mouth!"

"From what I see, your family must be nouveau riche, and you must have sneaked those clothes out from home," Gu Xing's mother chimed in with a sneer. "Someone like you is undoubtedly a wastrel! No amount of money would be enough for your spending!"

The onlookers' gazes, initially filled with awe for Qin Heng, began to shift to contempt. Their awe had been for the wealth Qin Heng possessed. But now, although the wealth remained, they believed a wastrel who loved to boast so recklessly would certainly not be able to hold onto his family's fortune.

In the future, he would undoubtedly become impoverished.

There was no need to be impressed by someone like that. After all, most people who could afford to sit in a business-class carriage had some standing and were quite self-important.

"Excuse me, student, is your surname Qin?" Bo Ling suddenly spoke up. She was holding her smartphone, seemingly checking something, her expression extremely shocked, as if she'd seen something unbelievable and was now seeking confirmation from Qin Heng.

"This gentleman's surname is indeed Qin," the train attendant said with a smile as she walked over. "I saw his name earlier when I was checking tickets."

It's really him!? Bo Ling was shocked. She took a few steps back and scrutinized Qin Heng. "Were you, by any chance, in London this past May?"

"Add me on WeChat, and you'll see from my Moments," Qin Heng said with a light laugh. He then took out his phone, pulled up his QR code, and presented it to Bo Ling. "Go on, scan it."

Bo Ling was stunned. She hadn't expected Qin Heng to invite her to add him on WeChat so straightforwardly.

Is this how one asks for a beautiful woman's WeChat? It's so direct! Without even a hint of preamble!

As a young, beautiful, and successful career woman, she was often viewed as prey by men. Many aimed to conquer her, so she had been hit on countless times and frequently invited to add them on WeChat. She had learned from such experiences to decline coldly yet politely each time.

But she had never encountered such a straightforward request for her WeChat as Qin Heng's. Most importantly, it was she who wanted to get to know Qin Heng now, not the other way around.

So, after a moment's hesitation, Bo Ling took out her phone, opened WeChat, scanned Qin Heng's QR code, and added him as a friend.

The onlookers were dumbfounded! They watched Qin Heng in disbelief, then glanced at the mature and beautiful Bo Ling, completely stunned. They felt as if ten thousand alpacas were stampeding through their hearts!

"Damn! I'm convinced! Is this how rich kids pick up girls? Getting her WeChat was too damn easy!!"

"Why do I always get rejected when I ask pretty girls for their WeChat? It's unfair! This world is just so unfair!"

Many were practically beating their chests in frustration.

In their eyes, Qin Heng had now become a god-like figure!

Jealousy nearly crystallized in Gu Xing's eyes. Bo Ling—mature, beautiful, and with a killer figure, a successful professional woman—held an irresistible allure for a young man like him, fresh out of high school. He much preferred a mature beauty like Bo Ling over youthful, pretty girls like Cui Danwei and Shangguan Wen.

Now, he hadn't even had a chance to talk to this beauty! And this damned guy had already added her on WeChat! This made Gu Xing burn with rage. Deciding it was better not to look, he averted his gaze toward Cui Danwei and Shangguan Wen.

He started scheming, trying to figure out how to win these girls over. First, he had to figure out how to get their WeChat contacts. Generally, attractive girls were wary and wouldn't easily give out their WeChat information...

However, just as he looked over, he saw Cui Danwei and Shangguan Wen approaching Qin Heng with phones in hand, their cheeks slightly flushed. "Classmate," they said, "shall we also add each other on WeChat?"

"We're all going to Beijing for university, and we're in the same train carriage. It must be fate!"

With that, both of them also added Qin Heng as a WeChat friend.

Gu Xing froze on the spot. He was completely flabbergasted. What in the world was going on?

The expressions flitting across his face were priceless, as if ten thousand alpacas had just stampeded over it, constantly changing.

"You guys! Can't you see this kid is just bluffing?!" Gu Xing was beside himself. He shrieked, pointing at Qin Heng, "This guy is trash! Sure, he has money now, but with his habit of spouting nonsense, he'll blow it all sooner or later! Once the money's gone, he's finished! He'll be destitute! There's absolutely no reason for you to associate with him! He's just a good-for-nothing, a spendthrift, utter trash!"

"Who said Student Qin was bluffing?" Bo Ling retorted coldly. She held her phone screen in front of Gu Xing. "Look closely. This photo is enough to prove that what Student Qin said just now was true! He really did buy Henry Poole. He wasn't lying, and he wasn't bluffing. Every word he said was true, not a single lie!"

"Impossible! That's absolutely impossible!!"

Gu Xing roared, feeling as if his head would explode. His eyes were glued to Bo Ling's phone screen, which displayed a tweet from the manager of Henry Poole.

It read: "BOSS! QIN!"

Accompanying it was a photo! It showed Qin Heng wearing the exact same outfit—identical in every way!