SUPREME TYCOON SYSTEM

Chapter 6: Now This Is What I Call Real Life!

Chapter 6: Now This Is What I Call Real Life!

Inside the Gucci Store

In the previous chapter, a man standing in another corner of the store had recognized Viraj Agnihotri and looked in his direction.

However, he was not a close acquaintance of Viraj’s. He was merely an employee of another company that operated in the same office building.

They had seen each other in the elevator several times but had never spoken.

The man appeared surprised for a few moments upon seeing Viraj’s ordinary clothes inside a luxury store, but soon returned his attention to his own shopping.

Viraj did not notice him.

The sales associate standing before him, Kavya Sharma, asked politely, “Sir, what kind of clothes would you like to see?”

Viraj answered casually, “This is my first time shopping at this store. I don’t know much about your designs or collections.”

“So please select a good casual outfit for me.”

“Certainly, sir.”

Kavya smiled.

“Do you have a specific price range or budget in mind?”

“No.”

Viraj examined the clothes displayed throughout the store.

“But I want something distinctive—an outfit that isn’t too common and won’t be seen on every second person.”

Kavya immediately understood what he wanted.

“Understood, sir.”

She gestured toward a comfortable sofa nearby.

“Please sit here and relax for a while. I’ll have someone bring you some water.”

“It will take me a little time to select an outfit according to your personality and body type. I’ll bring it to you as soon as I find the right collection.”

“Fine.”

Viraj sat on the sofa.

Another staff member brought him a bottle of water.

As he drank, Viraj looked around.

The store’s atmosphere was calm and luxurious. The clothes were displayed with sufficient distance between them so that every design could be clearly seen.

There was none of the crowding or noise found inside an ordinary clothing store.

A separate sales associate attended to every customer.

The service inside a luxury store truly was different.

In the past, Viraj had felt hesitant even to look inside such stores while passing by.

Today, the entire staff treated him like a potential VIP customer.

And this transformation had become possible because of only one thing—

Money.

Ten Minutes Later

Kavya returned carrying a complete outfit.

She held the garments with exceptional care.

The outfit included a light-colored premium shirt, a limited-edition jacket, dark casual trousers, a leather belt, and matching shoes.

She stopped before Viraj and bowed slightly.

“Sir, this belongs to our latest limited-edition Spring-Summer collection.”

“Very few units of this design were produced. Therefore, the possibility of encountering someone wearing the exact same outfit at a party or event is extremely low.”

Studying Viraj carefully, she continued, “Its colors and fit will complement your personality very well.”

“Would you like to try it on?”

“Yes. Why not?”

Viraj took the outfit and entered the fitting room.

After closing the door, he began changing.

For some inexplicable reason, however, several notorious fitting-room videos he had seen online suddenly appeared in his mind.

What if something like that is happening here right now…

His gaze moved toward the large mirror before him.

In the next instant, he stopped that line of thought.

What kind of nonsense am I thinking about?

Viraj reprimanded himself inwardly.

The moment money arrived, my mind started running in the wrong direction.

He quickly changed and stepped out of the fitting room.

Kavya’s eyes lit up the moment she saw him in the new outfit.

Viraj had already been an attractive man.

He possessed clear features, a well-proportioned physique, and good height. However, his old and ordinary clothes had always suppressed his personality.

His cheap, loose-fitting shirt had failed to complement the structure of his body.

His old trousers and worn-out shoes had even made him appear less confident.

But now, the situation had changed completely.

The premium fabrics and excellent fit enhanced his personality severalfold.

The limited-edition jacket rested perfectly across his shoulders.

The dark trousers made him appear taller, while the matching shoes completed the entire look.

Only a short while earlier, he had resembled an ordinary office employee.

Now, he looked like the confident heir of a wealthy business family.

Kavya praised him.

“Sir, this outfit is absolutely perfect for your personality.”

“Both its fit and color look excellent on you.”

Viraj stood before the large mirror.

He examined himself from head to toe.

For several moments, even he could not believe that the man reflected in the mirror was truly him.

Clothes really could transform someone’s entire identity.

He adjusted the jacket and examined himself from different angles.

He liked the outfit very much.

“It really is good.”

Viraj nodded with satisfaction.

“I’ll purchase it. How much does it cost?

Kavya replied professionally, “Sir, the complete outfit costs ₹1,880,000.”

“However, if you acquire our premium membership, you will only need to pay ₹1,800,000 after the membership discount.”

“Eighteen hundred thousand?”

One of Viraj’s eyes twitched slightly when he heard the price.

He had known that the clothes would be expensive.

But he had not expected a single outfit to cost as much as ₹1.8 million.

No wonder people said that those with low salaries should think carefully before even window-shopping here.

An ordinary person could suppress all their needs and save money for three years, only to spend everything on a single outfit in this store.

Viraj suddenly remembered the previous three years of his life.

He had failed to save even this much money during that entire period.

Yet today, he was about to spend the same amount on clothes alone.

The difference between the lives of the rich and poor was truly enormous.

Seeing Viraj fall silent, Kavya became slightly worried.

Did I select something too expensive for him?

Is he going to refuse to purchase it now?

If Viraj purchased the outfit, Kavya would receive a substantial commission.

Such a large sale would also help her complete a considerable portion of her monthly target.

She quickly began explaining.

“Sir, this is the flagship collection of our latest Spring-Summer season.”

“It is a limited edition with very few units available. That is why its price is higher than those of our regular collections.”

“But honestly, this outfit looks exceptionally good on you.”

“The fit doesn’t require a single alteration.”

“If you consider the price too high or aren’t completely satisfied, I can prepare another outfit for you from a different price range.”

Viraj looked at her and smiled.

“That won’t be necessary.”

“I like this outfit.”

He examined himself once more in the mirror.

“And you have excellent taste.”

“Please register my premium membership and process the payment.”

Happiness flashed through Kavya’s eyes.

“Certainly, sir!”

“Please come with me.”

She had expected to spend considerable time persuading Viraj after revealing the price.

But he had thought for only a few seconds before deciding to purchase it without argument.

Kavya became excited inwardly.

It appears I have gained a potential VIP client today.

She led Viraj toward the billing counter.

After filling in the required information for the premium membership, Viraj held out his card.

The payment terminal was placed before him.

For a moment, the old Viraj’s mentality returned—

₹1.8 million for clothes alone.

But in the next instant, he remembered the Do-As-You-Please System.

I came here to transform my life.

If I genuinely like this outfit and can afford it, then what is there to fear?

Without hesitation, he completed the payment.

Beep!

Payment Successful!

With the sound of the machine, ₹1.8 million was deducted from his bank account.

At that moment, the mechanical voice of the Do-As-You-Please System echoed inside his mind—

[The host has found a luxury outfit that suits his preferences.]

[The host refused to suppress his desire because of old fears and compulsive saving habits.]

[The host purchased his first luxury outfit without unnecessary hesitation.]

[Do-As-You-Please decision successful.]

[Reward: ₹4,800,000 in cash.]

Viraj’s phone immediately vibrated.

He opened the bank message—

[₹1,800,000 has been successfully debited from your SBI bank account.]

Another message arrived in the next instant—

[₹4,800,000 has been credited to your SBI bank account.]

[Available balance: ₹7,053,000.]

Seeing both messages produced a sense of satisfaction within Viraj that was difficult to express in words.

I spent ₹1.8 million, and the system returned ₹4.8 million!

That means I earned a direct profit of three million rupees from this shopping trip!

Instead of decreasing, his bank balance had risen to ₹7,053,000.

At this rate, I will become a multimillionaire very soon.

A broad smile appeared on Viraj’s lips.

“Now this is what I call real life!”

He finally understood why wealthy people appeared so confident while spending money.

But there was one enormous difference between their situation and Viraj’s.

Other people lost money after spending it.

Whenever Viraj spent money to fulfill his true desires, the Do-As-You-Please System could reward him with several times that amount.

Farewell to His Old Clothes

After the payment was completed, Kavya asked, “Sir, would you like to leave wearing this outfit, or should I pack it after you change back into your previous clothes?”

“I’ll wear this outfit.”

Viraj answered without hesitation.

Then he looked at his old clothes.

The same inexpensive shirt.

Two-year-old trousers.

Worn-out shoes.

Those clothes had accompanied him for many years.

But they could no longer remain part of his new life.

“There is one more thing you can do for me.”

“Yes, sir?”

“Please throw away my old clothes and shoes.”

Kavya asked in mild surprise, “Wouldn’t you like me to pack them so you can take them home?”

“No.”

Viraj smiled.

“I won’t need them anymore.”

He said inwardly—

My circumstances will never force me to wear clothes like those again.

His life had changed.

Those old clothes were not merely pieces of fabric.

They represented his past helplessness, fear, and habit of suppressing every small desire.

Abandoning them today felt like leaving the old Viraj behind.

Kavya inclined her head.

“As you wish, sir.”

Viraj collected his phone and other belongings before walking toward the exit.

Kavya quickly followed him.

“Excuse me, sir.”

Viraj turned around.

“Is there a problem?”

“No, there is no problem.”

Kavya smiled and took out her phone.

“If you don’t mind, may we connect on W******p?”

“If you experience any problem with the clothes in the future, you can contact me directly.”

“Whenever our store receives a new collection that would suit your personality, I can inform you before anyone else.”

She paused briefly before speaking more softly.

“And if you like a particular design, you may message me at any time.”

“If you don’t wish to visit the store, I can bring the complete collection to your residence and show it to you there.”

Kavya’s words were professional.

But her manner of speaking and the subtle look in her eyes contained something more than mere customer service.

Viraj understood her meaning perfectly.

The service offered by luxury stores truly operated on an entirely different level.

Their staff did not merely know how to sell products. They also knew how to maintain long-term relationships with their customers.

Sales associates working for luxury brands were not ordinary.

To attract wealthy customers and provide excellent service, their personalities, conversational skills, and appearances all had to be impressive.

Kavya was no less beautiful than Riya.

In fact, her confidence and professional personality made her seem slightly more attractive.

It wouldn’t be unpleasant to sit with her over coffee and talk one lonely evening.

The thought suddenly appeared in Viraj’s mind.

He was now single.

He was young.

And he possessed money.

Am I supposed to spend my entire life doing nothing but working and remaining alone?

I now have the right to live according to my own desires.

Only a few days earlier, Viraj would never have entertained such thoughts.

He had been completely faithful to Riya.

His life had been limited to his job, marriage preparations, and responsibilities.

But circumstances had changed.

People often said—

Money corrupts men.

Viraj had never agreed with that statement before.

Now, however, he understood its true meaning.

It was not that every man wanted to become immoral the moment he obtained money.

The truth was that after acquiring wealth, the temptations and opportunities surrounding him multiplied.

People who had once refused even to look at him would now approach him and seek a relationship themselves.

Under such circumstances, not everyone could maintain complete control over their thoughts and desires.

“Fine.”

Viraj took out his phone.

“You can scan my QR code.”

Kavya immediately scanned it and saved his contact.

“Sir, may I have your name?”

“Viraj Agnihotri.”

“Very well, Mr. Agnihotri.”

Kavya smiled respectfully.

“I’ll send you a hello message right now.”

A few seconds later, a message appeared on Viraj’s phone—

Kavya Sharma: Hello, Mr. Agnihotri. Thank you for shopping at our store today.

Viraj saved her number.

“See you again.”

“We look forward to your next visit, sir.”

Viraj confidently walked out of the store.

He no longer resembled the ordinary employee who had entered it.

His steps, clothes, and personality—

Everything had changed.

Riya on the Third Floor

At the same time, Riya Malhotra was shopping alone on the third floor of Phoenix Citadel Mall.

Even after her relationship with Viraj had ended, she still possessed the ₹651,000 engagement gift he had given her, some of his other savings, and the jewelry purchased with his money.

Together, those assets were worth more than one million rupees.

Furthermore, she had increased her communication with Arjun Mehta.

Therefore, she believed that she no longer needed to live such a restricted life.

My happy life is about to begin.

Driven by this excitement, she had come alone to the mall she had once only dreamed of visiting.

Her objective was to purchase a luxury handbag.

Riya carefully examined the bags displayed in the store.

The most expensive bag cost more than ₹500,000.

Even the cheapest one costs approximately ₹80,000.

An enthusiastic sales associate constantly followed her.

“Ma’am, this is part of our newest collection.”

“This color would suit your personality extremely well.”

“If you prefer something classic, you may examine this design.”

Riya would pick up a bag, check its price tag, and silently return it to its place.

She could afford a bag costing ₹500,000, but she did not yet possess the courage to spend so much money on a single handbag.

After browsing for a long time, her gaze fell upon a bag costing approximately ₹100,000.

It was beautiful, and the luxury brand’s logo was clearly visible.

Riya liked it.

But its price made her heart tremble slightly.

One hundred thousand rupees for a handbag alone?

Then she glanced at the sales associate standing beside her.

She feared that if she left without buying anything, the store’s staff would assume she was poor.

Furthermore, she had always wanted to display a luxury handbag before her friends.

Driven by that desire and her need to show off, she finally gritted her teeth and decided—

“I’ll purchase this bag.”

“Excellent choice, ma’am!”

The sales associate immediately praised her.

“This design is extremely popular this season.”

After completing the payment and holding her new bag, Riya felt profound satisfaction.

It seemed as though not only the handbag but her entire identity had become more expensive.

She was no longer a woman who carried ordinary bags worth only a few thousand rupees.

She now held a luxury handbag worth ₹100,000.

Her confidence instantly increased.

She examined herself with the bag in a mirror and took several photographs.

“Take care, ma’am.”

As Riya left the store, the sales associate smiled.

“We hope to see you again soon.”

Listening to the praise, Riya walked out with a satisfied expression.

She repeatedly admired her new bag.

It seemed that today’s shopping had completely repaired her terrible mood.

An Unexpected Encounter

Riya descended from the third floor.

After reaching the ground floor, she prepared to leave the mall.

Then she noticed a familiar figure approaching from the opposite direction.

At first, she thought she might be mistaken.

The man wore a premium jacket, dark trousers, and magnificent leather shoes.

His stride radiated confidence, and the fit of his clothes resembled that of a professional model.

But as he came closer, Riya’s eyes widened.

She was not mistaken.

The approaching man was Viraj Agnihotri.

“Viraj?”

“What is he doing here?”

Riya had never imagined encountering Viraj inside Phoenix Citadel Mall.

And certainly not while he was dressed in such a luxurious outfit.

Overwhelmed by guilt and panic, she instinctively hid behind a large pillar nearby.

From there, she carefully observed Viraj.

Viraj did not notice her.

He confidently walked out of the mall.

Several seconds later, Riya realized what she had done.

Why am I hiding from him?

Our relationship is already over.

I have no reason to fear him or conceal anything.

But her attention immediately shifted to another issue.

Where did he suddenly obtain enough money to purchase such expensive designer clothes?

Riya possessed considerable knowledge about luxury brands.

She had recognized Viraj’s outfit at a glance.

It was a complete limited-edition Gucci outfit.

There was no possibility that it was inexpensive.

Only a short while earlier, Riya had felt extremely happy while admiring her ₹100,000 handbag.

But compared with Viraj’s clothes, her new bag suddenly appeared ordinary.

As the saying went—

Comparison was the greatest enemy of happiness.

Only seconds earlier, Riya had considered herself wealthy.

Now the bag in her hand appeared cheap and worthless.

Every trace of her good mood disappeared.

How does he have the right to wear such expensive clothes?

I possess nearly all his money!

He gave me most of everything he saved over five years.

Then where did he obtain enough money to shop at Gucci?

The more Riya thought about it, the more confused she became.

Had Viraj borrowed money from someone?

Had his mother given him more money?

Or had he always concealed part of his income from her?

Another possibility suddenly appeared in Riya’s mind—

Could he have lied to me about his salary and savings?

Her expression turned cold.

She immediately took out her phone to call Viraj.

But in the next instant, she remembered—

Viraj had blocked her number.

Riya’s fingers trembled with anger.

She tried sending him a W******p message.

She was blocked there as well.

Now only one option remained—

Arjun Mehta.

Arjun was Viraj’s old friend.

Perhaps he knew where Viraj had suddenly obtained so much money.

Riya immediately sent Arjun a message—

Riya: I need to ask you something important about Viraj.

Arjun replied several seconds later—

Arjun: About Viraj? What happened?

Riya sent him a photograph of Viraj that she had secretly taken as he left the mall.

Riya: Do you know where he suddenly obtained enough money to purchase clothes like these?

Arjun opened the photograph.

The smile on his face gradually vanished when he saw Viraj wearing a limited-edition Gucci outfit.

Because he knew very well—

Only a few days earlier, Viraj had been in absolutely no position to purchase such an outfit.

And now, a new suspicion had arisen not only in Riya’s mind—

But in Arjun’s as well.

Writer’s Note

In this chapter, Viraj Agnihotri purchased the first luxury outfit of his life.

Kavya Sharma selected a limited-edition Gucci outfit for him. After the premium membership discount, it cost ₹1,800,000. Such an expense would have been impossible for the old Viraj, but the new Viraj refused to suppress his desires and completed the payment immediately.

The Do-As-You-Please System rewarded him with ₹4,800,000. Therefore, despite spending ₹1,800,000, Viraj earned a direct profit of ₹3,000,000.

Meanwhile, Riya purchased a luxury handbag for approximately ₹100,000. But all her happiness vanished when she saw Viraj wearing his expensive Gucci outfit.

Viraj’s Current Status

[Name: Viraj Agnihotri]

[System: Do-As-You-Please System]

[Previous Bank Balance: ₹4,053,000]

[Luxury Outfit Expense: ₹1,800,000]

[Reward Received in This Chapter: ₹4,800,000]

[Current Bank Balance: ₹7,053,000]

[New Membership: Gucci Premium Member]

[New Contact: Kavya Sharma]

[New Desire: Purchasing a Luxury Car]

[Riya’s New Purchase: A Handbag Worth Approximately ₹100,000]

[New Problem: Riya and Arjun have become suspicious about Viraj’s sudden wealth]

Viraj is now only one step away from becoming a crorepati.

But Riya and Arjun will attempt to uncover the secret behind his money.

Is Arjun truly Viraj’s friend?

Will he scheme against Viraj to win Riya?

And what enormous reward will Viraj’s next Do-As-You-Please shopping decision bring him?