Tycoon: I Have an Unlimited Modifier

Sitting on the soft, comfortable sofa, he saw the friend request that had just been accepted.

Qi Sheng couldn’t help but grin and sent a WeChat message.

"When are you guys free to leave?"

Liu Shiwen replied almost instantly: "The chief purser just finished chewing us out. We’re about to take the crew bus to our hotel. Send me the address, and I’ll take a taxi over."

In reality, this was a small test.

If Qi Sheng sent the address of a normal hotel that cost a few hundred a night, Liu Shiwen wouldn’t have gone.

She was looking to latch onto a real sugar daddy, not some fake nouveau riche guy who was just pretending to be wealthy.

"I’m staying at the Atlantis Hotel. Send me your location, and I’ll have a driver pick you up."

After sending the message, Qi Sheng tossed his phone aside.

He sipped his ice-cold champagne, gazing at the marine world behind the glass window.

After quite some time, Qi Sheng stretched lazily.

He glanced at the several unread messages from Liu Shiwen.

The first few weren’t worth detailing—just a mix of shock and curiosity.

Seeing that Qi Sheng hadn’t replied for a while, Liu Shiwen’s last message read: "Okay, I’ll wait for you to send someone to pick me up."

The address Liu Shiwen sent was the usual hotel where the Sichuan Airlines flight attendants stayed for their layovers in Sanya.

The hotel’s drivers all knew where it was.

The romantic stories between flight attendants and rich men... well, if you know, you know.

"Mickey, have a driver go to this address and pick up a Ms. Liu Shiwen."

Qi Sheng called in Mickey, who had been waiting on standby outside the suite, and showed him the address.

"Understood. I’ll notify the driver right away."

Mickey nodded respectfully, then left the suite to inform the driver.

"Almost forgot."

Qi Sheng tapped his forehead, suddenly realizing he had forgotten to remind Liu Shiwen to bring her battle attire.

Without that flight attendant uniform, it just wouldn’t be the same.

When Liu Shiwen saw a new message from Qi Sheng, her heart filled with anticipation, thinking it would be sweet nothings.

But it was just the guy reminding her not to forget her uniform, black stockings, and high heels.

’Jerk!’

Liu Shiwen muttered quietly, but she didn’t dare go against Qi Sheng’s wishes in the slightest.

From the moment they met, the hierarchy between them had already been firmly established.

"Shiwen, what are you doing?"

Liu Shiwen’s roommate, a colleague named Tang Qian, was also a fair-skinned beauty.

It was just that in terms of looks, she was a bit inferior to Liu Shiwen.

Tang Qian had just changed her clothes and was planning to go shopping.

When she saw Liu Shiwen packing her already-put-away uniform and black stockings into a bag, she couldn’t help but freeze for a moment.

"Um... I’m going to meet a friend."

Facing Tang Qian’s astonished gaze, Liu Shiwen was so embarrassed she wished the ground would swallow her whole.

’But if I can establish a stable relationship with Qi Sheng,’ she thought, ’I might as well quit this flight attendant job.’

"I get it. It’s that passenger you were serving on the plane today, isn’t it?"

Tang Qian recalled how diligently Liu Shiwen had served a tall, rich, and handsome guy on the flight.

Realization dawned on her instantly.

She just hadn’t expected them to get together so quickly.

"Yeah. You’re going out shopping?"

Liu Shiwen saw her colleague’s outfit and figured her night definitely wouldn’t be a quiet one.

Most flight attendants are beautiful.

After all, they’re selected from thousands upon thousands of girls.

In terms of looks, none of them are lacking.

On a normal day, there was no shortage of simps fawning over them.

Only the tall, rich, and handsome, or wealthy middle-aged bosses, were treated differently by them.

Most of the simps in their "pond" were only remembered on holidays or their birthdays, just enough to have a fleeting sense of presence.

Their "520" money transfers were just enough to buy a lipstick.

Going out with a rich guy or a middle-aged boss could at least score them an LV or Gucci bag.

Tang Qian glanced at her phone. The temporary group chat she was in said they were short on people for clubbing tonight, so she asked Liu Shiwen.

"I’m going clubbing tonight. A few handsome guys organized it, and I heard there are some rich second-generation kids too. Want to come?"

"No thanks, I have plans. You guys have fun."

Liu Shiwen refused without a second thought. She never participated in those kinds of gatherings.

"Well, don’t blame me for not inviting you, then. My ride is here, I’m heading down."

Tang Qian rolled her eyes. To be honest, she hadn’t wanted to invite Liu Shiwen in the first place.

With her around, all those perverts probably wouldn’t be able to take their eyes off Liu Shiwen.

"My ride is here too. Let’s go down together."

Liu Shiwen finished packing her things and went downstairs with Tang Qian.

When they saw the two cars parked at the hotel entrance, both of them froze.

The Toyota Corolla in front had absolutely no presence.

The black Rolls-Royce Ghost behind it, however, left them completely dumbfounded.

"Which of you is Ms. Liu?"

The driver got out of the car, walked up to them, and asked with some uncertainty.

"I’m Liu Shiwen."

Liu Shiwen snapped back to reality and quickly replied.

She never in a million years expected Qi Sheng to send a Rolls-Royce to pick her up.

In that instant, she felt the exhilarating surprise of winning the Powerball jackpot.

"Ms. Liu, if you don’t have any other luggage, shall we depart?"

Seeing that Liu Shiwen had no other luggage, just a shoulder bag, the driver asked politely.

"Okay."

Liu Shiwen couldn’t help but act more reserved.

She watched as the driver slowly pulled open the car door, revealing the luxurious and grand interior.

She suddenly had the illusion that wealth itself was beckoning to her.

"Shiwen!"

Seeing Liu Shiwen get into the car, Tang Qian quickly jogged to the other side, pulled open the door, and got in as well.

"What are you doing?"

Liu Shiwen didn’t even have time to appreciate the Rolls-Royce’s lavish interior as she stared warily at Tang Qian’s fawning expression.

"Oh come on, we’re colleagues, and we usually get along well. Can’t you take me with you?"

Tang Qian was filled with a million regrets.

She silently cursed herself for being so blind, for not recognizing what a super-prospect Qi Sheng was.

Compared to Qi Sheng, those rich kids from the clubbing party were a bunch of nobodies.

"Why should I take you? Please get out of the car now. We’re just colleagues, okay?"

Liu Shiwen had no intention of doing the hard work just for someone else to reap the rewards. Her gaze was cold, almost murderous.

"Don’t tell me you actually think he wants a real relationship with you?

To put it bluntly, our job looks glamorous on the surface.

But in the eyes of those rich men, we’re just playthings."

Tang Qian looked at Liu Shiwen with a smirk, directly bursting her unrealistic fantasy.

"That’s none of your business."

Liu Shiwen was getting flustered and angry.

Her beautiful fantasy had been completely shattered by this vicious woman, Tang Qian.

"I’m not trying to mock you, I just hope you’ll face reality.

If you take me with you, it’s not like I’ll fight you for him.

As long as Mr. Qi is in a good mood, he can just toss a little something my way.

That’s not too much to ask, is it?"

Tang Qian knew Liu Shiwen hadn’t given up hope yet, so she made it clear she had no ulterior motives—she just wanted to earn some extra cash.

"Well..."

Liu Shiwen was conflicted. Her instinct was to please Qi Sheng.

’Maybe bringing a colleague along isn’t such a bad idea?’

"I swear, I absolutely won’t fight you for him! I have a boyfriend, don’t you believe me?"

Seeing Liu Shiwen’s resolve waver, Tang Qian quickly ramped up her persuasion.

"Hah... I’ll trust you this one time. Go upstairs and get your uniform and high heels."

Liu Shiwen gritted her teeth and decided to take the gamble.

’If Qi Sheng is in a good mood, he might just make me his girlfriend.’

A man who sends a Rolls-Royce to pick someone up must be worth over a hundred million.

If she became a man like that’s girlfriend, her monthly allowance would probably start at six figures.