412, Age 30! A dreamlike age! The favorite of young men!

As for gourmet food, Luofeng was certainly interested, and very much so.

Luofeng had many Food Cashback Cards, all of which needed an opportunity to be used, right?

"Of course I’m interested, Auntie. Where is the location?" Luofeng asked.

Tangya immediately sent over a shared location.

"I’ll make a reservation first," Tangya said. "How about we meet at 11:30?"

"No problem," Luofeng replied.

"Then, see you then!" Tangya said.

After setting a meeting time with Tangya, Luofeng first sent a message to Little Fairy. He had originally planned to hang out with Liu Hanyan today, but a sudden situation arose.

"Little Fairy," Luofeng typed, "This King has some urgent business to attend to. I’ll see if I can head home later, depending on how things go."

"Mm, okay, Big King. Come over after you’re done," Liu Hanyan replied.

Liu Hanyan was always so well-behaved and sensible.

Luofeng was truly satisfied with her.

He even wondered if perhaps he could use Liu Hanyan as a breakthrough? COUGH, COUGH, COUGH. What a terrifying thought.

Luofeng casually had some breakfast, set an alarm to remind himself of the appointment, and then started researching Honda car-related issues.

However, after studying all morning, Luofeng himself began to feel a headache. It was completely a deadlock.

Consumers, car dealers, media, Honda Cars.

A closed-loop system was formed among the four, all protecting the interests of Honda Cars.

Luofeng finally understood why Daxia Car’s sales dropped last year, but Honda’s sales did not decline; in fact, they increased.

It had to be said, this company’s global marketing expenses were indeed very generous—a whopping 100 billion? That money was certainly not spent in vain.

At that moment, Luofeng couldn’t figure out how to break the deadlock. Looking at the time, it was already 10:30 a.m., and the meeting time with Tangya was drawing near.

It was a half-hour drive to the destination.

Luofeng began getting ready, washing up and dressing.

With Little Fairy around, she would always give her own suggestions on what clothes looked good and what didn’t. It could be said that men really can’t do without women. And as for women, if they have money, they can certainly do without men.

He would go over and see what conditions Tangya’s bank could offer. If they were good, Luo Lin had said that they would certainly choose it.

「As Luofeng was getting ready to leave.」

Tangya, at her place, was also taking a bath.

As a VIP customer specialist, and also undergoing the deputy manager evaluation period, Tangya certainly had her own free time to arrange.

She went home early to take a bath and changed her clothes.

She didn’t change into casual home attire but instead put on a set of work clothes.

Across from Tangya’s residential complex, Yuan Mei and Yang Meng were in a white Toyota car, trailing and monitoring Tangya.

Tangya didn’t own a car. Over the last few years, supporting Bai Ningbing alone, she naturally hadn’t accumulated much savings, so affording a car was out of the question.

Consider a car costing a hundred thousand yuan or so. Even if one could afford to buy it, its maintenance would cost nearly 1,000 to 1,500 yuan per month.

Not to mention BBA models costing three to four hundred thousand; the upkeep costs are at least double.

Of course, according to car salespeople, maintaining a car doesn’t really cost much. However, when you add up parking fees, car washes, various repairs, traffic violations, and so on, it amounts to quite a bit.

Thus, many people might be able to afford a 500,000 yuan Mercedes Benz E-Class. But it requires thirty to forty thousand yuan per year in maintenance fees.

If you drive a lot, with a comprehensive fuel cost of one yuan per kilometer, a minor service every ten thousand kilometers, and a major service every sixty thousand kilometers—and basic maintenance for luxury cars is more expensive—the annual cost of usage could easily reach fifty thousand.

You earn eight thousand a month? Dream on.

Therefore, owning a luxury car is indeed the most powerful way to display status; this is no exaggeration.

Around 10:40 in the morning, Tangya, having bathed and dressed neatly, set out. She hailed a taxi at the entrance of her residential complex, choosing to sit in the back seat.

The driver naturally took several glances at her.

After all, in the driver’s eyes, Tangya was a woman of about twenty-five, mature and deadly tempting. This was also why Tangya chose to sit in the back seat.

After the driver set off, Yuan Mei and Yang Meng began following, keeping a steady distance behind.

Half an hour passed. They confirmed that Tangya and Luofeng’s meeting place wasn’t some hotel or Couple Hotel, but a small restaurant for four, converted from a residential building?

Yuan Mei and Yang Meng parked their car diagonally opposite the Pickled Chicken Restaurant. They were very careful not to park right at the entrance, as Tangya recognized their car.

"This Tangya, she’s so calculating," Yuan Mei analyzed with malice. "She just went home, probably took a bath—her hair looks a bit more flowing. If it’s just for a meal, does she really need to take a bath?"

Yang Meng snorted in agreement. "I think this old woman just wants to seduce our Little General Luo!"

"Based on this woman’s looks, if Little Luo doesn’t know the truth, he could very well be fooled. If I were a man, I’d want to spend a spring night with her too," Yuan Mei said viciously. "Next, we just need to wait patiently. Once Little Luo arrives, let them discuss business first. When they’re almost finished eating, Tangya will probably think she’s nearly sealed the deal with Boss Luo. Perhaps she’ll believe it’s all settled? Then we’ll suddenly expose her as a thirty-seven-year-old woman! I wonder if Tangya will go mad? The duck she thought she had in her mouth will just fly away!"

"HAHAHA, if we do that, this woman will definitely explode with anger, and Little Luo will surely despise her while being incredibly grateful to us," Yang Meng chuckled. "If she were around thirty, I believe Little Luo wouldn’t be repulsed by knowing her real age; in fact, he’d probably be even more excited. But thirty-seven or thirty-eight? That definitely wouldn’t fly!"

It had to be said, they really understood young men in their early twenties very well.

Had they perhaps preyed on a few already? How else could they understand so well?

But the reality is that young men nowadays do prefer women between twenty-seven and thirty.

It’s truly a dreamlike age.

But once past thirty-five, women slowly lose their value in that regard.

"Sigh, I don’t know how this darn woman maintains herself. She’s clearly thirty-seven or thirty-eight, so why does she still look around twenty-five?" Yuan Mei grumbled.

Yang Meng sighed with similar resignation and envy.

They were both seven or eight years younger than Tangya, yet they looked older than her.

How could they not be jealous?

Yuan Mei and Yang Meng patiently lay in ambush, silently waiting for Luofeng’s arrival, ready to proceed according to their script.

About ten minutes passed when Yuan Mei suddenly exclaimed, "Look, Little Luo’s car is here!"