521: Chapter 521 Your boss is utterly depraved!

Su Chen extended a finger and pointed it from a distance at the clothes she was wearing.

"Look at this outfit of yours."

His finger traced a slow, unhurried circle in the air, like a harsh quality inspector, confining her within the scope of his scrutiny from head to toe.

"These clothes are dusty and gray, and the edges are all frayed from washing. The material is as coarse as the emery cloth used for blacksmithing, without even a single protective inscription for the flow of Immortal Qi."

"If you wear this thing out, a single gust of astral wind could blow right through you, and any low-Rank Yao Beast that reaches out a claw could tear you into strips of cloth."

Xie Jinghong subconsciously lowered her head and glanced at the "masterpiece" she was wearing.

This was the uniform of a low-level worker that she had spent a full hour perfectly replicating using top-tier Shapeshifting Immortal Arts of the Profound Immortal realm.

Intentionally aged.

Intentionally worn.

Every detail strove for realism, reaching a level of perfection that was beyond reproach.

She had originally thought of it as being dedicated to her craft.

She hadn't expected this "dedication" to become the "solid cannonball" Su Chen was currently using to bombard her true self.

And it was the kind with auto-tracking, specifically aimed right at her face.

"Young Master Su, this is just the standard uniform of the merchant guild for the sake of convenience. It doesn't represent..."

"Don't be in such a hurry to defend your boss."

Su Chen raised his hand and gently pressed down, interrupting her.

The movement was as practiced as an old leader who had heard too many reports and was already weary of a subordinate's platitudes.

His expression was more solemn than ever before.

It was the kind of righteous sense of justice one has when discovering a shocking scandal and preparing to write an internal report to blow the whistle.

"A Vice-Shopkeeper of a merchant guild should at least be considered a middle-management leader, right? And you wear this?"

He shook his head in disappointment and let out a long sigh.

That sigh was filled with deep sympathy for all the oppressed laborers in the Immortal Domain.

"If you're willing to wear it yourself, that's none of my business. But this rag—to put it bluntly, even a mortal farmer going into the fields would find it not durable enough!"

"And you actually wore it out to meet a client?!"

Su Chen's volume suddenly rose by half a notch, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"Is your boss's heart made of iron? Doesn't he feel that this loses face for your Lingbao Trading Firm?!"

"If the Loose Cultivators outside saw this, they'd think your Lingbao Trading Firm's capital chain had snapped and you were about to go bankrupt and liquidate! You can't even afford to issue a decent work uniform!"

Xie Jinghong felt as if an invisible steel needle was being driven into her temple, bit by bit.

One needle.

Two needles.

Three needles...

Beneath this "emery cloth," she was wearing a Quicksand Lining woven from Starry Sky Immortal Silkworm Silk!

In the entire Tiannan Immortal Domain, there were no more than ten known pieces!

Its value was enough to buy ten Peng Cities!

Even if she wore this to meet a Jade Immortal powerhouse, the other party would have to politely praise her, saying, 'Young Miss Xie has good taste.'

Now, in her fiancé's mouth, it had become a "rag" that even a farmer would despise.

But she couldn't refute a single word.

Once she refuted it, her disguise would be broken.

She could only force herself to swallow this foul breath, a mixture of towering rage and endless grievance.

The moment she swallowed it, she felt as if her internal organs had been scalded into blisters.

"Young Master Su's... concern... leaves this lowly one... overwhelmed. The merchant guild uniform is indeed a bit plain, mainly... because we emphasize pragmatism..."

Before she could finish, she saw Su Chen turn his head and give Qian Duoduo a look.

"Abundant."

"Ah?" Qian Duoduo gave a start.

"Go, pour a cup of water for Shopkeeper Shen."

Su Chen's tone carried a rare solemnity.

"Use that tea I've been saving. I just steeped it this morning; there's still some flavor left."

Qian Duoduo was completely confused, but he still nimbly poured a cup of tea, held it in both hands, and carefully handed it to Xie Jinghong.

The hand with which Xie Jinghong took the teacup stiffened for a moment.

She looked at the weak tea in the cup; the Immortal Qi was pitifully thin.

With her eyes, she could tell at a glance that this was the most ordinary Spirit Tea in the Immortal Domain.

At her Lingbao Trading Firm headquarters, tea of this Rank was used to water the few pots of ornamental spirit plants at the entrance.

But the look on Su Chen's face when he had the tea poured—that generosity and sincerity of "I'm bringing out the best things I've tucked away"—was like a heavy stone blocking her chest.

This bastard...

He actually really does pity me.

Holding the warm teacup, Xie Jinghong didn't drink. Her heart was filled with a complex mix of emotions.

However, Su Chen's "righteous critique" did not end there.

His finger had already shifted targets.

It moved slowly up from her clothes and finally settled on her face.

To be precise, it was on that pair of unremarkable Black Jade Lenses on her face.

Xie Jinghong's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

She saw Su Chen staring fixedly at those lenses, the concentration of pity and heartache in his eyes doubling instantly.

[My god, this is too tragic!]

The bullet-chat in Su Chen's mind had already started playing on a loop.

[It's simply enough to make those who hear it sad and those who see it weep!]

"And this thing of yours!"

He pointed at the lenses, the corners of his mouth drooping in pity. His expression looked exactly like a philanthropist seeing a child in a poor mountain area with no shoes to wear.

"Look at you. For the sake of this broken merchant guild, you run around every day and stay up late looking at account books. Your eyes must have been ruined at such a young age, right?"

Xie Jinghong: "..."

Ruined?

I am a dignified seventh-layer Profound Immortal. With a sweep of my Divine Thought, I can see the spirit patterns on a Mosquito's leg thirty thousand miles away.

And you're telling me my eyes are ruined?

"Not exactly, Young Master Su. This lowly one's eyes are just a bit sensitive to strong light..."

"And the result?! That heartless, black-hearted boss of yours can't even bear to provide you with a decent pair of Glass Spectacles!"

Su Chen's voice suddenly rose an octave, filled with righteous indignation as if he were putting the evil old society on trial.

"He just gives you this kind of pitch-black cheap junk to wear!"

He extended his finger and poked the air fiercely a few times, as if that air were the forehead of the Lingbao Trading Firm's boss.

"This is the ugly face of a capitalist! To exploit an employee to this extent, not even providing basic labor protection gear—it's simply inhumane! Devoid of conscience!"

He paused for a moment, as if feeling the firepower wasn't fierce enough, and added a fatal blow.

"I'm telling you, Shopkeeper Shen, does that boss of yours never give you a year-end bonus? Does he make you work 996 every day without any time off? Does he constantly paint 'big cakes' for you, saying things like 'work hard, and next year you'll be the head shopkeeper of the main branch,' and then he paints it every year but never delivers?!"

Su Chen's string of questions was like a series of poisoned daggers.

Every single stab was incredibly precise, hitting the most painful soft spots of an "Immortal Domain laborer."

Unfortunately.

He wasn't stabbing a laborer.

He was stabbing the boss herself.

The corners of Xie Jinghong's mouth began to twitch violently and uncontrollably.

These Black Jade Lenses.

They were polished from top-grade Spirit-Hiding Black Jade.

Back at the Myriad Treasures Auction in the Nanyan Immortal Continent, they had fetched a sky-high price of eighty million high-grade immortal stones.

Cheap junk.

He called them cheap junk.