How can I justify myself as a Magnate if I don't indulge myself?

"Mr. Gu, you say the word, and we'll make improvements right away."

Seeing Zheng Jiayi's respectful demeanor, Gu Heng knew he wouldn't get a clear answer, so he turned to Xu Ying and asked, "Xu Ying, have you been to Hong Kong Island before?"

Xu Ying shook her head: "No."

Although she earned a lot, the nature of her job didn't allow her the luxury of traveling everywhere.

"What is your impression of Hong Kong Island then?"

That question caught Xu Ying off guard...

But seeing Gu Heng's piercing gaze, Xu Ying could only ponder for a moment before hesitantly saying, "Ancient… gangsters?"

Zheng Jiayi: "???"

Zheng Jiayi wanted to retort when she heard the term "ancient gangsters," but she held back...

However, Gu Heng's eyes only sparkled brighter.

Exactly!

His understanding of Hong Kong Island was mostly from old Hong Kong movies...

Where in those movies did they have scenes of dining in high-end restaurants atop skyscrapers, watching beautiful light shows?

Those were all street food stalls, right!

No wonder since he arrived on Hong Kong Island today, something felt off, and now he finally realized...

Hong Kong Island was still Hong Kong Island, but not the one he knew from his impression, it was the glittering Hong Kong Island seen through the eyes of the upper class.

The thought crossed his mind, and Gu Heng turned to ask Zheng Jiayi, "Miss Zheng, do you know of any famous snack streets on Hong Kong Island? Not those in malls, but the kind that local people often visit."

Zheng Jiayi, having grown up on Hong Kong Island, of course knew such places...

After a moment's hesitation, she said, "The kind of place you're talking about is becoming increasingly rare on Hong Kong Island in recent years, but Temple Street should count."

Gu Heng had never been to Hong Kong Island, but the name "Temple Street" sounded familiar to him...

Not sure which movie he had heard it from, Gu Heng stood up and said, "Arrange the car, we're going to solve tonight's dinner problem at Temple Street!"

Zheng Jiayi: "???"

Xu Ying: "???"

Both of their question marks appeared simultaneously...

"What about all the food on the table?"

Gu Heng glanced over: "Keep it for us to eat as midnight snacks when we come back?"

Zheng Jiayi: "These meals are freshly prepared, and they won't taste as good after the mealtime period..."

Hearing Zheng Jiayi's words, Gu Heng simply waved his hand: "Then just leave it. I've only had one bite, and the rest of the dishes are still clean. Give them to the hotel staff; if they don't mind, they can eat it. If they do, throwing it away is fine too."

Zheng Jiayi: "..."

Mind?

How could they possibly mind?

A meal worth 15,000 Hong Kong dollars barely touched by Gu Heng. Even the hotel's regular staff, let alone herself, would find it hard to resist packing it away...

But now that Gu Heng was going to Temple Street, as his personal butler, she had to accompany him and forfeit the lavish meal...

"Mr. Gu, please wait a moment, I'll contact the hotel concierge and arrange a car for you immediately."

Zheng Jiayi didn't try to stop Gu Heng; she didn't have the standing to and promptly got to work...

As for whether Gu Heng was being wasteful...

It certainly was wasteful.

But for the rich, such waste was nothing...

If this was considered wasteful, then Gu Heng spending 1.2 million on a presidential suite was already wasteful...

[Host acts as he pleases, forgoing a table of luxurious food to taste street snacks, successfully indulging. Reward: 150,000. Balance: 15,890,000]

With the system notification chiming in his head, Gu Heng smiled faintly within...

The waste, after all, was on the system's dime.

He had just wasted 15,000, and the system immediately rewarded him 150,000...

The additional 600,000 came from an afternoon's reward for customizing a dozen suits, spending 1.75 million, and receiving a 600,000 reward...

Watching as the staff started to clear the untouched feast, Gu Heng sat back on the sofa and lit a cigarette...

To say or not to say...

Although waste is shameful, this feeling of indulgence is indeed delightful...

Before, when he came back from overtime work and made instant noodles, only to fall asleep from exhaustion and find the noodles swollen like giants the next day, he couldn't bear to throw them away. He forced down the odd texture and had it for breakfast...

What does this tell us...

This shows that only the wealthy can afford to waste...

.... Stay connected through empire

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"Mr. Gu, we're here, this is Yau Ma Tei, and up ahead is Temple Street.

Temple Street is the most reminiscent of last century's Hong Kong Island, many films have been shot on this street, and it is famous for its affordable night market. Many people refer to Temple Street as the 'common folks' nightclub' of Hong Kong Island."

Opening the door of the Rolls-Royce, Gu Heng had only just set foot on the ground when Zheng Jiayi began to introduce the place with a smile.

In addition to the Rolls-Royce, a seven-seater van followed, out of which four men in hotel security uniforms alighted...

This was something Zheng Jiayi had arranged proactively for Gu Heng...

They were to act as Gu Heng's bodyguards...

Although Hong Kong Island was no longer as chaotic as it was before the handover, the public security was still not as good as on the Mainland...

If something happened to Gu Heng while he was staying at their hotel, it wouldn't be a small issue...

And Gu Heng did not refuse Zheng Jiayi's arrangement...

He had the skill "Mastery of Primary Combat Skills," but why not use the bodyguards if they were available? Should something really happen, would he actually have to personally fight?

Don't be silly...

Having earned a system for just over a month with a balance of 160 million...

An average daily income of 5 million, why risk anything...

Temple Street was bustling with activity...