60: The Last Supper

He turned his head to look.

A beautiful Girl, dressed in tight yoga pants and a navel-baring camisole, had approached him at some point.

Her figure was indeed good, with all the right curves.

However, the makeup on her face was too thick; her false eyelashes were so long they looked like they could catch flies, appearing somewhat unnatural in the sunlight.

"Little brother~"

The Girl blinked her large, KAZILAN eyes, her voice squeezed tight, revealing a deliberate sweetness.

"Is this your car? It's so cool~"

As she spoke, she casually tossed her hair, leaning slightly forward, trying to show off her proud assets.

"Um... could we get to know each other and add each other on WeChat?"

"I also really like the outdoors; this car looks so powerful. If we're going the same way, we could go out together~"

Her eyes were fixed on Jiang Yuan, the greed and calculation almost overflowing.

Jiang Yuan frowned slightly, sizing her up.

A wave of physiological repulsion immediately surged within him.

This wasn't someone who liked the outdoors; this was clearly someone who liked rich patrons who enjoyed the outdoors.

For this kind of "socialite" who regularly staked out places where luxury cars gathered, a term instantly popped into Jiang Yuan's mind—

Biochemical Broodmother.

Although his physique was now as high as 40 points, possessing the passive skill of [Immunity to All Poisons].

This didn't mean he was willing to provoke this kind of woman who likely carried all sorts of messy pasts.

Just looking at her was unappetizing.

"Excuse me."

Jiang Yuan withdrew his gaze, his tone as flat as if he were talking to the air.

"I don't have WeChat."

The Girl's smile instantly froze on her face.

These days, even the old man selling roasted sweet potatoes by the roadside had a WeChat QR code for payments. A rich second-generation driving a multi-million dollar luxury car saying he didn't have WeChat?

But this Girl was clearly an "old hand" with excellent psychological resilience.

Her eyes darted around as she looked at the handsome and wealthy catch in front of her; she really couldn't bear to let him get away.

After all, who would turn down money?

As long as she could get his contact information, there would be plenty of opportunities later.

"Oh, Little brother is so humorous..."

She forced a smile, stepped closer, and even tried to reach out and pull Jiang Yuan's sleeve.

Her voice dropped even lower, carrying a hint of ambiguity:

"No WeChat... adding TikTok is fine too."

"I'm very well-behaved, and... I can do anything~"

That phrase, "I can do anything," those who understood, understood.

Jiang Yuan completely lost his patience.

He directly pulled open the car door, stepped onto the electric running board, and entered the driver's seat, glancing down at her from above.

His gaze was cold, even carrying a hint of mockery as if looking at an idiot.

"I don't have a phone either."

After he finished speaking.

"Bang!"

The heavy car door was slammed shut.

The soundproofing strip perfectly blocked out all external noise, completely shutting out the Girl's stunned, embarrassed, and infuriated expression from outside the window.

No phone?

If you didn't have a phone, how did you sign with a tablet just now? If you didn't have a phone, why was the Carplay screen in your car as bright as a KTV?

The Girl stood rooted to the spot, dishevelled in the wind.

This was practically throwing the word "scram" directly in her face.

Inside the car.

Jiang Yuan couldn't be bothered with such minor roadside incidents.

He took a deep breath.

A faint scent of genuine leather permeated the car cabin—the unique aroma of money.

The red Hermès leather interior created a strong contrast with the white exterior, both flashy and luxurious.

Ignition.

"Boom—!!!"

The V12 engine instantly awakened, letting out a deep, rich roar, like a roused beast snorting.

At this moment, Jiang Yuan, who supposedly had no phone, had his Carplay automatically connect on the central control screen.

Dynamic rhythms instantly flowed from the top-tier Burmester sound system.

Shifted gear, gave gas.

This white 'Suit Thug' gracefully drove out of the parking space, leaving behind only an unattainable taillight under the gazes of onlookers.

Leaving the Mansion, Jiang Yuan did not immediately get on the highway.

Since he decided to take the Sichuan-Tibet line, he had to be fully prepared.

That was not some picnic spot near a city.

That was a Plateau, a No-man's-land, a place closest to heaven and also closest to danger.

Especially now, during the rainy season.

Mudslides, landslides, and even sudden blizzards were commonplace.

Although Jiang Yuan wanted to experience life and see the soul-cleansing scenery.

He didn't want to suffer unnecessarily. While luck was on his side, he'd rather suffer less if possible; he wasn't a masochist.

He drove the car to the largest high-end outdoor equipment store in Chengdu.

"Sir, hello, may I ask..."

The sales associate's words were cut off by Jiang Yuan.

"I'm planning to drive into Tibet," Jiang Yuan said, walking and scanning the equipment on the shelves.

"Everything I look at later, get me the best ones."

"Arc'teryx hardshell jackets, the top-tier Alpha SV, two of them."

"MSR wind-resistant alpine tents, the kind that can withstand a level twelve gale."

"Polar sleeping bags, Plateau gas canisters, portable water purifiers, entrenching tools, first-aid kits..."

Jiang Yuan pointed and spoke rapidly, with no intention of looking at price tags.

It was the attitude of "if I think it's useful, I'll buy it," which left the sales associate trailing behind him utterly bewildered.

"Sir, do you have a team?"

The sales associate asked, scribbling notes furiously.

"No, it's just for me."

After Jiang Yuan swiped his card, he watched several sales associates carrying large and small bags, and even two security guards were called to help with the moving. Even his own hands were full.

He had bought all these items as top-tier, sight unseen. All in all, he had spent over a million yuan.

Looking at the long bill, Jiang Yuan felt no ripples in his heart; instead, he felt quite satisfied, finally having spent some of today's interest.

Among them, the two sets of top-tier photography systems from Nikon and Sony alone accounted for half the cost.

He had actually considered whether to join a high-end self-driving tour group or invite a few fellow travelers to form a team.

But he quickly rejected that idea.

Traveling in a group was too much trouble; it felt restrictive.

He would have to accommodate others' pace, consider their emotions, and if something went wrong, they might even shirk responsibility, severely impacting the joy of the trip.

Moreover, he had Advanced Outdoor Survival Mastery and luck provided by the system. Even if he encountered extreme situations, he might thrive better alone than with a group.

Since it was a trip, it was better to be free and unconstrained.

Go when he wanted to go, stop when he wanted to stop.

Even if he felt like sleeping halfway, he could stop by the roadside and sleep without any burden.

This was the kind of trip he wanted.

Everything was ready.

Jiang Yuan pulled open the car door, stepped onto the pedal, and sat into his steel fortress.

As soon as his back touched the seatback.

The unique black dragon-scale pattern seats instantly provided a perfect sense of embrace.

It had both the support expected of a hardcore off-road vehicle and the delicate touch brought by top-grade leather.

It was like being held by a pair of gentle hands.

Comfortable.

Jiang Yuan put on his sunglasses.

Although it was dusk, the swag had to be on point.

He pressed the ignition button.

The dazzling dynamic starlight headliner above instantly lit up, twinkling softly, as if the entire Milky Way had been moved into the car.

In the calm atmosphere of black and gold Color scheme, these tiny stars added a touch of dreamlike romance.

The setting sun had already dipped below the buildings, and Chengdu's neon lights began to take over the city.

Of course, he had no intention of departing immediately; it was already getting dark. He would have to leave tomorrow morning. For now, he needed to have a big meal and then rest and recuperate.

After all, once in Tibet, outside the big cities, even with money, it would be very inconvenient to eat certain things.

"Let's go, time to eat."

Jiang Yuan's lips curved upwards.

As the last meal before entering Tibet, it had to be of the highest standard.