Chapter 8: Foreigner, I am a Foreigner

"What?"

Instantly, Stana felt like she was on the verge of a breakdown.

The icy gaze was filled with rage!

This stinky man!

How could he do this?

Last time it was for bread, and now it's for... asking me to help him sell stockings!

In this man's eyes, is there no existence of women at all?

Well, Stana guessed right.

At least for now, there really was no woman in Li Yian's heart.

After all, he had crossed over; who the hell cares about women anymore!

Making money quickly is the top priority!

Despite being ignored, Stana couldn't help but hope in her heart that she could use this opportunity to regain her dignity in front of those who once looked down on her.

But, is that all this man sees?

...

Ah!

Have I really gotten old?

After the man left, Stana deliberately went to the bathroom, stood in front of the large mirror, and carefully examined herself.

Her body was still as graceful as when she was a young girl, but it was more voluptuous now. Her appearance was even more beautiful than before.

But how could you ignore all that?

In an instant, Stana's mood plummeted to the extreme. But the next moment, she thought of those stockings, and a brilliant smile appeared on her face.

Stockings!

They're mine now!

As Stana walked joyfully toward the bedroom with those one-meter-long legs, Li Yian, who was going downstairs, was looking at the screen that only he could see.

[Hired an employee, opening a new chapter in business, experience +20.

You can even gain experience points by hiring employees!

This is simply wonderful!

"Huh? No other rewards?"

Although a bit disappointed, Li Yian was still full of expectations for the future. After all, hiring an employee was just the beginning. In the future, he would build a multinational corporation with at least ten thousand employees as a starting point.

"A tall building rises from the ground. Let's lay a solid foundation first."

With a ration card as proof of identity, he could naturally explore London again. During the war, you could see people in military uniforms everywhere in London, but more often, there were long queues - in front of food stores. People in the queue couldn't help but peek forward to see how many people were ahead.

Li Yian was no exception. Following the surging crowd, he finally had his turn. When he took out his ration card, the owner of the food store took a look at it, then at him, and asked.

"Sir, what do you need?"

"Give me two loaves of bread, and also a pound of bacon or ham, and some butter..."

To avoid queuing again, Li Yian wanted to buy a little more. However, he didn't notice the strange looks from the food store owner and the people in the queue.

"Okay, sir."

When the owner took the ration card from him, someone behind shouted.

"Harry, why are you selling him so much? We can only buy four ounces of bacon at most!"

"Yeah, why sell this guy so much food!"

What's going on?

Looking at the angry crowd, Li Yian was a little puzzled. The owner of the food store said. "Ladies, he's a diplomat, using a red card..."

In an instant, the originally angry crowd fell silent, and the gazes directed at Li Yian became complicated.

So this is the treatment for foreigners?

For a moment, there was a little excitement in Li Yian's heart. After all, this was the legendary treatment for foreigners.

After receiving a bag full of food and thanking the shopkeeper, Li Yian left amidst the envy and jealousy of the crowd, not to mention the flirtatious glances from the women.

When he reached the street corner and was about to buy some fruit, a hoarse voice came.

"Hello, sir, do you have any gasoline coupons?"

Looking in the direction of the sound, Li Yian saw a blond, blue-eyed man wearing a short-sleeved shirt, with a slim figure and a flat cap on his head, looking at him.

"Sir, if you have gasoline coupons, I'm willing to pay a high price."

As he spoke, the man rolled up his sleeve to reveal a gold watch, saying.

"I have a gold watch here, sir, a genuine gold watch..."