Reborn with Consumption System-Chapter 392 - 195: The Night Grows Deep_2

Even Daddy Ma wouldn’t have dared to be this audacious at this stage!

Ah, that’s right—it was all down to experience in spending.

If spending were just spending, devoid of experience, then today would have unfolded entirely differently. Han Lie wouldn’t have even mentioned things like choosing any suite.

There are countless paths to a perfect score; the wise never floor the gas pedal on just one.

Even the most foolish would explore at least three paths, right?

Ahem.

In any case, Wanwan and Little Seventeen had indeed overestimated Han Lie. The scoundrel wasn’t at that level yet; he was still just a stock with potential.

"You guys think too highly of me. My life is very simple when I’m alone," Han Lie laughed as he poured wine for the two of them. He had opened a bottle of Mouton Rothschild—after whiskey and champagne, here was another mix.

Interestingly, the more modest Han Lie was, the more Wanwan and Little Seventeen felt he was different.

"Your definition of simple and ours are really not the same thing, brother!" Little Seventeen called out "brother" in a teasing tone. Tsk tsk, she looked like an ice beauty, but she was quite skilled in reality.

Immediately after, Wanwan took the initiative to sit beside Han Lie, acting cute and coy, stealthily rubbing her ample curves against him.

"Mhm, exactly! That simple glass of wine before bed costs more than my monthly living expenses. Lie Brother, I also really want to live your simple life. What should I do~~~"

Han Lie patted her lightly on the hip, a fleeting touch, then laughed as he pulled out his phone.

"Then you two add me as a friend on Alipay. I’ll give you a chance."

Wanwan and Little Seventeen immediately realized this was probably the moment he would name his price.

The two women exchanged a quiet look, their expressions a bit stiff, but they were quick to act. Their expressions were stiff because it seemed a bit awkward to discuss such matters openly with both of them present. Their quick actions, however, demonstrated their determination—neither wanted to give up.

Han Lie wasn’t the type of top-tier hunk to make women go weak at the knees, but he looked incredibly rich and high-status.

He was somewhat handsome, possessed a good temperament, was wealthy and influential, shrouded in mystery, and knew how to have fun and flirt. The reasons were plentiful. Consequently, Wanwan and Little Seventeen shared the same thought: he was not to be missed.

In reality, the actual Han Lie was quite different from the Young Master Han they fantasized about.

The current Han Lie, aside from being willing to spend a little money, had very limited social resources he could draw upon. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

He was, admittedly, especially good at showing off. Of course, this was a good thing.

If the two of them hadn’t let their imaginations run wild, Han Lie succeeding with *both* of them would have been far too difficult, practically impossible.

But now, their attitudes were very firm. It seemed like neither wanted to give up on Han Lie, and neither had any intention of conceding at all.

As they looked at each other, sparks started flying...

"Lie Brother, I’ve added you," Wanwan said, more forthright, still smiling charmingly, while Little Seventeen remained silent.

Han Lie smiled and sent them each a set of numbers—a base of 50,000, with a prize pool of 100,000.

Not red packets, not transfers, just numbers in a chat message.

Wanwan and Little Seventeen suddenly looked up, exchanging stunned glances. Then Wanwan, barely concealing her excitement, asked, "Lie Brother, wh-what does this mean?"

"A little game," Han Lie said, taking a sip of his wine before calmly explaining.

"If you’re willing to participate, I’ll immediately give each of you 50,000 yuan as a base reward. Then, I’ll distribute the extra 100,000 yuan from the prize pool based on performance. No matter the outcome, I won’t take back the prize money. You two will split it based on your abilities."

GULP!

No sooner had he finished speaking than Little Seventeen gulped down a large mouthful of wine.

Wanwan’s eyes widened, her lips trembling slightly.

An average of 100,000 yuan per person. Was that a lot?

In 2025, that might seem a little low. By then, the channels for monetizing beauty would be so accessible that top influencers and mid-tier streamers could easily make 100,000 a month. It truly wouldn’t be worth the effort to earn this particular sum.

But right now, it was no small amount.

After all, the era of major beauty monetization hadn’t arrived yet. Streamers and online celebrities weren’t yet considered professions, clubs weren’t as hyper-competitive as they would later become, and even the WeChat red packet function hadn’t gone live.

Today, the number of beautiful women might not necessarily exceed that of wealthy men. The problem, however, is that the channels for them to meet are too narrow; their regular social circles simply don’t intersect.

They had only encountered a few rich second-generation kids before. How much pocket money could those kids possibly have?

A room costing 120,000 yuan a night had already stimulated them to such an extent. The answer was quite clear.

Wanwan and Little Seventeen stared straight at Han Lie, their expressions completely changed.

Little Seventeen remained dazed for a longer time, while Wanwan asked tremblingly, "Do you, do you mean... both of us have to?"

Han Lie stood up, reached out to Little Seventeen, and pulled the bewildered girl over.

Wanwan was on his left, and Little Seventeen sat on his right. Then, Lie Brother opened his arms and embraced them both.

They didn’t resist.

On one hand, they were still bewildered, not thinking too much.

On the other hand, it was because of Han Lie’s earlier performance.

"If only one of you were involved, it would be basically meaningless to me. I wouldn’t even have brought you to the Ritz-Carlton," Lie Brother smiled easily, displaying an attitude that suggested he wasn’t overly concerned.

Next, he showed a certain degree of determination.

"I hope you can understand my meaning correctly—what we’re discussing now is a paid entertainment arrangement, open and honest, without deception.

I could very well tell you that I don’t have a girlfriend yet, that I really like you or her, and that I want to develop a long-term relationship...

In that case, it’s highly likely I could have you both, one after the other, without spending a dime.

Once things had progressed, I would have plenty of time and opportunity to achieve my initial objective.

But that doesn’t fit my status, nor does it meet the standards I set for myself.

I can accept rejection, but I don’t accept deceit.

So I’m giving the choice to you.

The explicit condition is that 200,000 yuan. The implicit condition is that if you can satisfy me, I will give you more opportunities in the future. This includes, but is not limited to, a long-term relationship.

Now, tell me, do you want to participate in the 100,000 yuan prize contest?"

Han Lie spoke calmly and gently, yet his voice was firm, filled with the masculine charm of an alpha male.

Wanwan and Little Seventeen’s internal struggle intensified.

In the future, many people would hold a "famous saying" as a high principle: money is for women to look at, not for them to spend.

At a lower level, this is true.

If a man only has a few million in cash, or if his income isn’t sustainable in the long term, he naturally needs to spend less money and more effort, aiming to gain the most with the least expense.

However, at a higher level, there are many men whose time is valued at tens or hundreds of thousands per minute. Do they need to waste time just to save money?

This is the difference in value systems.

Time, energy, and money hold different values for each person.

Social underdogs can only be more resourceful with their efforts. Wang Siming has always used money to buy convenience. Meanwhile, billionaires would rather spend several times the money than invest their own time and energy.

So, judging things solely by money isn’t a particularly sophisticated perspective.

Han Lie didn’t have abundant wealth, but for him, only spent money held value; the figures in his account were utterly useless.

When such an attitude was projected outwardly, it formed a powerful aura, a personal style that was extremely brazen, fierce, and unrestrained.

This style could be described as... *I bet you two won’t refuse.*

Wanwan and Little Seventeen were indeed moved. One should never underestimate the value of 100,000 yuan at this time, nor the unique charm of Lie Brother, with his Rogue Skills.

The reason they hadn’t responded yet was merely a matter of face.

Han Lie waited for about five seconds, instantly understanding.

So, he took out his phone, transferred 50,000 Dayang to each of them, and then, with an arm around each, walked towards the bedroom.

"Let’s go. Three people, just right for playing Fight the Landlord."

Wanwan, heady with alcohol, suddenly found her breathing quicken.

Little Seventeen went limp all over, biting her lip, silent.

The night gradually deepened.

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To make it for the 6 a.m. nucleic acid test, I haven’t slept much all day and night.

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