Chapter 826: Chapter 344: Extreme Maneuvers

Watching the time crawl toward 11 p.m., Han Lie was still in no hurry at all.

He texted the scumbag for the fifth time, and it was still those three words: "Almost there."

The little bastard knew exactly what "almost" meant...

The scumbag was waiting for him at the Ritz-Carlton so long she was practically melting into the couch, and replied with a single "Hmph," plus an exploding-with-anger emoji.

Han Lie called over the suite butler, Leff, and directly instructed, "Help me find two books, Gu Man’s You Are My Sunshine and Love O2O, I need them now."

Lai Fu didn’t ask a thing, just straightened up and nodded solemnly. "I’ll go look right away."

Then he immediately assigned tasks to the team, full mobilization, to hunt down those two books.

Han Lie had no idea if any bookstores were still open, if there was anywhere he could buy them, or from whom and through what channels they might get a copy—none of that was his concern.

Anyway, if Lai Fu couldn’t pull it off, then that would be his dereliction of duty.

The twenty million annual rent wasn’t even worth mentioning—that money was the hotel’s revenue.

Every night Han Lie stayed in the presidential suite at the Banyan Tree, around ten thousand in service fees would be generated, half of which went to the butler team, plus various tips Han Lie casually slipped them.

All told, the entire team could rake in about a hundred and fifty thousand Dayang a month off Han Lie alone—buying their lives might be an exaggeration, but buying their wholehearted, meticulous, above-and-beyond service was more than doable.

Lai Fu had never had much presence, but his efficiency was solid.

In less than fifteen minutes, he came back to report, "President Han, we’ve got the books, they’re on the way here. If you’re heading out, now is just right."

Hearing this, Han Lie immediately stood up, told his little assistant to go to bed, grabbed his bag, and went downstairs.

He had just gotten into the hotel’s car when the two new books were delivered.

Brother Lie flipped one open at random—whoa, they actually had Gu Man’s signature in them. That was rare.

Lai Fu had done an excellent job but didn’t claim any credit. Standing up front by the driver’s seat, he carefully reminded the driver, "It’s your first time driving for President Han, I won’t nag you about basic duties, but remember one thing—unless President Han specifically tells you to go back, you wait around nearby until you’ve sent him back to the company or the hotel..."

Han Lie heard him but didn’t look up, continuing to read.

As a top-tier tycoon, he had to get used to this—used to other people’s all-round care and flattery—while still staying clear-headed, not getting drunk on the transcendent status that money brought.

Also, don’t be too polite with services you’ve paid for, and there’s no need to develop so-called private friendships—keeping a normal professional distance is enough.

From Jack Ma at the top to Si Cong down below, no big shot casually takes photos with outsiders. It’s not arrogance; it’s basic self-protection.

Always keep in mind—they respect your VVIP status. Once you stop buying their products or services, you’re all just strangers who have nothing to talk about.

What’s called "having depth" is a temperament that gets distilled bit by bit from this kind of clear-eyed awareness.

...

With the two new books in hand, Han Lie went to Guo Qingting’s apartment in the Magic Capital.

The scumbag... time to send another text~~~

"I’m sorry, baby, I might be even later..."

"Forget it, I’ll tell you the truth—I’m in the middle of preparing a very important Valentine’s Day gift for you. It’s turning out more complicated than I thought. Can you wait for me a bit longer?

Tomorrow morning, I promise you’ll see me first thing!"

Little scumbag Gulinazha, who was sulking in the hotel, nearly hurled her phone at the wall when she saw the first sentence.

Then, when she read the second sentence, the fire in her chest suddenly fizzled out, and her sense of anticipation shot through the roof, all her anger and grievances instantly tossed aside.

A very important gift?

What could it be?

Her imagination galloped off in all directions, but of course no conclusion came out of it. Still, a wave of sweetness surged up on its own, filling her whole body to the brim.

"It’s okay!"

"I’m not in a rush, and you don’t rush either. As long as the thought is there, that’s enough!"

"Love you love you, mua!"

"Then I’m gonna go shower and put on night cream, and then I’ll be a good girl and wait for you while watching TV..."

The scumbag fired off four messages in a row—that showed just how excited she was.

At this rate, she could forget about getting any sleep tonight.

But that was exactly Dog Lie’s playbook.

First stall her, stall her until she’s restless and agitated, then use anticipation to hook her, then give her an uncertain time so she can’t eat or sleep properly. Tomorrow, slam her with the big gift, and when she’s over the moon, combine it with his 89-point output capability and crush her in one go!

Valentine’s "tribulation"?!

I’ll make sure you can’t even crawl out of bed!

When it came to playing tricks and running emotional schemes, this dog of a man was basically at master level.

But classmates, you must really grasp the essence before using this tactic yourself. The critical premise for this move to succeed without backfiring is—once you’ve cranked her expectations way up high, you must have a matching gift that can actually satisfy her.

Like, if she’s always wanted an LV bag but you got her Hermès instead, then this move is viable.

Trust me, bro, you’ll enjoy treatment fit for an emperor.

If what she wants is a Bvlgari ring, and you show up with a set of sexy lingerie instead... you’d better be careful, or everything might go up in flames.

Han Lie dared to play this wild only because he’d already secured a gift with enough weight behind it.

Use with caution!

...

Half an hour later, Han Lie arrived downstairs at Guo Qingting’s apartment building.

The driver parked the car. Since he hadn’t heard any instructions from Han Lie, he took the initiative and said, "President Han, I’ll wait for you in the car."

Han Lie casually tossed Love O2O onto the back seat, pulled out about two thousand in cash from his bag, and handed it over to the driver.