Mawei didn't want to spend too much time buying a suit. For future social occasions, he planned to buy multiple sets at once so that he could wear them in a different way.

So, he asked the female salesperson directly, "What are the most expensive suits in your store? If there is a ready-made one, I will want them all."

As soon as the rich and generous voice fell, the female salesman standing in front of him suddenly lit up and replied, "Sir, what you mean is that as long as it is ready-made, right? According to your height and body shape, there are two sets in our store that are more suitable for you to wear... Do you want to try it?"

"Yeah." Mavie nodded casually. Then, under the guidance of the female salesman, he walked into the fitting room and tried on two Italian suits she brought.

"Wow! Sir, this gray plaid suit is so handsome when worn on you! It can very well reflect your noble temperament." The female salesperson is not fooling Ma Wei.

Indeed, with Mavina's height of 1.85 meters, strong muscles, and handsome appearance, she is absolutely handsome in a suit. In summary, it means she looks slim in clothes, she is fleshy in undressing, and she looks very handsome in a handsome man.

After a try-in, Mawei asked the butler to get the card to pay for the money. The three sets of handmade suits cost a total of 135,000 US dollars. The styles are: gray plaids that show off their grandeur, elegant and restrained dark blue suits, and a business-style khaki suit.

After swiping the card and paying the money, Ma Wei walked out of the suit shop empty-handed. Anyway, as a young master, someone would naturally help him with the suit. He didn't need to do it himself.

The female salesman looked at Ma Wei's back who was leaving casually and couldn't help but sigh in envy, "Hey, it would be great if I could have a life like him..."

...

At around 8 o'clock that night, one of the most luxurious hotels in Washington, "JW Marriott Hotel", was parked downstairs of the hotel one after another.

Among them are the pure black Tiger Head Penthouse S-Class sedan. There are also the pure white Lincoln City Extended Edition, the sterling silver Bentley Turbo R, and the black Cadillac Fleetwood...

These luxury cars drive on the road, which can make passers-by turn their heads and pay attention. The owners sitting in the car enjoy the attention they attract from the outside world throughout the journey. They are well-known figures in American society, and luxury cars are their own personal symbols. The drivers of every car must be lost if they drive themselves.

American celebrities who walked out of luxury cars, men unified expensive suits and eye-catching branded leather shoes. Women wore backless dresses and low-cut evening gowns, dressed up in a colorful and shiny manner. They wore very expensive jewelry on their necks and wrists, for fear that others would not know that they were noble.

At 8:10 pm, Mavie took his Cadillac and slowly drove into the Marriott underground parking garage.

Tonight, Mavi was wearing a dark blue Italian suit. The suit's lining pocket contained the mp3 walkman he bought a few days ago. Two pure white headphone cables stretched out from the pocket and connected to his ears. This made Mavi feel inexplicably familiar, just like when he went home from get off work in the past life, he often listened to music like this.

As soon as the car stopped, the big and thick Russian bodyguards immediately got out of the car and opened the door for him, "Young Master, we are here."

"Well, you guys stay here." Mawei asked the bodyguard to wait for him in the garage, without having to go up with him. After all, a celebrity gathering like this is not suitable for entering the venue, and he can only wait outside.

"Okay, young master." The Russian bodyguards automatically retreated aside, then watched their young master and walked towards the garage elevator.

There is an elevator that can be directly accessible to the banquet hall on the top floor of the hotel. This will prevent celebrities with noble status from squeezing the elevator with ordinary hotel guests.

When Mavie came to the dedicated elevator, a light green Aston Martin db7 sports car drove into the underground garage very handsomely and parked behind him.

A few seconds later, the car door opened and a long-haired woman in a pure white off-shoulder evening dress, carrying her black bag, walked out of the car casually. Then, the woman closed the car door casually and walked towards Mawei in a pose.

“Tata Tata…”

The sound of a woman's high heels came from far to near. The fragrance of floral perfume on her body also floated on the tip of Mavie's nose as if it were there.

This long-haired woman looks about 20 years old. Her fair skin is as white as the first snow. Her flowing black hair makes her delicate facial features more attractive. Especially her delicate and sexy red lips and her charming beautiful eyes, she doesn't want to divert her gaze after seeing it. She just wants to keep watching.

The woman came to Mawei with noble temperament and waited with him for the slowly descending elevator.

Her name is Jennifer Swift, and she is the daughter of Marriott Hotel Group. Her father is the president of the group and is worth billions of dollars. Her mother is the runner-up of the Miss World Beauty Pageant. So Jennifer is born with beauty, and she is very good in terms of temperament and figure.

Ma Wei glanced at Jennifer slightly, then waited for the elevator on his own without thinking much about it.

When the elevator went down to the second floor underground, Jennifer took the lead in stepping on his high heels and walked into the elevator. Then he pressed the top floor button casually.

It is worth noting that Jennifer, as a rich daughter, did not wear any jewelry or jewelry on her neck and wrists. Even the small black bag she carried was just an ordinary brand. It was not the limited edition model of the brand. It seemed that she never cared about these things outside.

Mavie walked into the elevator one after another, and then stood on the left side of the elevator separated Jennifer.

As the elevator door slowly closed, Mavi could smell the perfume of Jennifer's body, and it became more and more intoxicating to penetrate his nose, teasing his olfactory nerves.

Ma Wei is not the kind of man who can't stand his legs when he sees a beautiful woman. He has been a human being for two lives and has no personality to kneel down and lick women. He just stood in the elevator bored and thought about what will happen tomorrow and the next two days.

But at this moment, Ma Wei's walkman in his suit pocket, I don't know if it was touched or for some reason. Suddenly, the amplification started inexplicably! The music played was an English song he loved in his previous life, called "you raise me up".

This song was originally sung by the West City boy five years later, in 2005. But because Mawei didn't want to wait that long, he simply asked someone to interpret the whole song, record it into audio, and then collect it privately.
Chapter completed!