Chapter 71: Becoming an Envoy for No Apparent Reason

The old woman leaned against the wall, laughing so hard her whole body shook. “Hahaha, isn’t it a perfect match for your status?”

When he got in the car for a closer look, Lu Ye’s mouth twitched even more violently.

This Wuling Hongguang had been refitted with genuine leather upholstery on both the interior and seats, a large touchscreen central display, and even a multifunction steering wheel with paddle shifters.

And then there was that Berlin Sound stereo system, its audio quality nothing short of heavenly...

Damn, that thing alone was worth more than the car!

Still, he tried starting the engine.

Vroom-vroom-vroom...

Immediately, the unique and captivating roar of an inline-six engine filled the air—deep and powerful!

Lu Ye was stunned. “What kind of engine is this?”

Su Qianqian burst out laughing. “It’s a transplanted BMW engine.”

“Holy shit!”

In short, this Wuling Hongguang only retained its original exterior; everything else had been transformed.

A true marvel!

This was the perfect wolf in sheep’s clothing, flawlessly embodying the concept of understated class. All those so-called premium cars with fancy badges, or the Phaeton—let them all step aside!

“Thank you, old lady, I absolutely adore this car!”

After dinner, night had fallen.

Unable to contain his excitement, Lu Ye dragged Su Qianqian along to test drive the car, steering the Wuling Hongguang to the Yiren Club.

The parking lot beneath the club was filled with luxury cars. After all, everyone who came here was among the most dazzling socialites and elite women in Mingzhu City.

No sooner had they stepped out than Lu Ye heard a sharp, disdainful snort and a mocking jeer.

“What kind of junk heap is that? You actually dare park it at the Yiren Club?”

Lu Ye followed the voice and saw a beautiful woman in her early thirties, just stepping out of an Audi A6.

Judging by her demeanor, she was probably just a regular member of the club.

Yiren Club had a strict membership hierarchy.

Ordinary members could only access the public lounge on the first floor, which was much like any other beauty club, offering skin care, spa treatments, massages, saunas, and the like.

Premium members, on the other hand, could enjoy private rooms on the second floor, with dedicated technicians providing one-on-one service.

As for the third floor, only top-tier VIPs could enter freely—it was more like a private party venue.

And only the top VIPs of Yiren Club qualified to enjoy Lu Ye’s legendary “Restore My Beauty Fist.”

Thus, the VIPs on the third floor were all stunning beauties, making the premium and regular members below green with envy...

This woman who had arrived in the Audi was clearly not on that level.

Lu Ye couldn’t help feeling mischievous and smiled. “What does my car have to do with you?”

The Audi woman sneered, “Look around—do you think this is a public parking lot?”

“Hurry up and move your car. Don’t drag down the reputation of the club’s members!”

Su Qianqian feigned indignation and argued, “I’m a member of the Yiren Club too. Why can’t my husband park here?”

The Audi woman laughed even more wildly. “Little girl, before you spout nonsense, do you even know the membership requirements here? To become even a regular member, your family needs at least fifty million in assets!”

“If your family had fifty million, would your husband be driving a junker like that?”

“And by the way, I’m a regular here at the club. I’ve never seen you before. What kind of member are you supposed to be?”

Su Qianqian grinned. “I’m a VIP on the third floor, of course you haven’t seen me.”

“You’re just getting more outrageous. Show me your VIP card, then.”

Su Qianqian kept teasing her. “I don’t need a card. My face alone is the Yiren Group’s VIP card.”

“You?” The Audi woman laughed until tears nearly streamed down her face.

At that moment, a female employee came out of the club carrying two bags of trash, heading for the recycling bins on the street.

The Audi woman pointed at her. “If you’re really a VIP here, I’ll eat both of those bags of garbage!”

The employee glanced over at the parking lot, rubbed her eyes in disbelief, and exclaimed, “Madam Boss!”

Su Qianqian burst out laughing. “Hey, Xiaoli, bring those two bags over to this lady. She said she’ll eat them all!”

Xiaoli looked confused but still walked over. She seemed to recognize the Audi woman too and asked with a strange expression, “Mrs. Li, are you really going to eat my trash?”

The Audi woman was dumbfounded. “Xiaoli, what did you just call her?”

“Madam Boss!”

She then pointed at Lu Ye. “And who’s he?”

“That’s our boss, Mr. Lu, of course!”

Damn.

She’s the boss’s wife, so of course her face is the ultimate VIP card.

“These two bags of fresh trash—dig in while they’re still hot, don’t be shy.”

The Audi woman opened the bags and took a look—inside were blood-stained sanitary pads and foul-smelling used tissues.

Lu Ye frowned in disgust. “In all my life, I’ve never heard such an outrageous demand.”

“Mrs. Li, if you have a special fondness for bloody pads, just say so. Next time I’ll have someone pack them up and deliver them to your house. No need to beat around the bush.”

Heh.

Trying to compete with me in shamelessness? You’re not even in the same league!

Su Qianqian pinched her nose and took a few steps back, saying disdainfully, “Let’s go, darling. We shouldn’t stay around such trash.”

“Yes, let’s go. My worldview can’t take any more!”

...

Su Qianqian rarely visited, so all the socialites on the third floor rushed to curry favor with her.

Only then did Lu Ye have a chance to slip into the manager’s office, where he found Wu Qing hunched over his phone.

Thud!

Lu Ye rapped him sharply on the head, putting on his most critical boss tone. “I pay you eight thousand a month and you think I hired you just to play on your phone?”

“Hehe!” Wu Qing grinned cheekily. “Is this a surprise inspection today, Brother Lu?”

Lu Ye said sarcastically, “If I didn’t check up on you now and then, this club would turn into a Y6 outpost!”

You really know how to pick your spots!

The Yiren Club, gathering place for all the elite of Mingzhu City, was a prime hotbed for eavesdropping and intelligence gathering—that was precisely why Lu Ye founded it.

Wu Qing shook his head and smiled. “At most, the club is just an intelligence relay point for us. Our real base is near Qishan Cemetery in the eastern suburbs, since property prices there are lower.”

Lu Ye narrowed his eyes. “You’re just telling me this openly?”

Wu Qing kept tapping away at his phone, fully focused on winning his uphill team battle, not even paying attention to what Lu Ye said.

Thud!

Lu Ye knocked him again and snatched his phone.

Wu Qing pursed his lips. “You’re with Y6 now. Why would it be strange for me to tell you our base location?”

“You really consider me one of your own? I’m a secret agent, you know!”

Lu Ye had nothing to hide—he was sure Wu Qing already knew his background.

Sure enough, Wu Qing smiled faintly. “Didn’t all the operatives get wiped from the records? What kind of agent are you now?”

“Damn, you know about that too?”

Y6’s intelligence-gathering skills truly impressed Lu Ye, which made him all the more wary.

“You guys can pull off anything right under my nose—how am I supposed to feel at ease?”

Wu Qing sighed helplessly. “Brother Lu, I can selectively share a few secrets with you.”

“You’re now a Y6 envoy, ranked above me. You can command any Y6 member in Mingzhu City as you please.”

As he spoke, he picked up pen and paper, wrote down a web address, and handed it to Lu Ye. “This is Y6’s internal site. I’ve already registered an account for you—the username is your name and the password is your birthday.”

With some skepticism, Lu Ye opened the site on the office computer, input his name and birthday, and logged in.

Success!

“What the—?”

It really was Y6’s internal site!

Classified intelligence and files from over a hundred countries were displayed, categorized like products on an online marketplace, filling the entire page.

However, access was based on account clearance level.

Lu Ye’s envoy account allowed him to view almost 90% of the intelligence on the site!

Wu Qing hadn’t lied to him. But why help him?

Lu Ye mulled it over, but it didn’t add up.

Wu Qing had said the envoy ranked above him.

So, this position couldn’t have been arranged by Wu Qing himself.

To access nearly 90% of the intelligence files, how high must that rank be?

Even without thinking too hard, Lu Ye knew such a title could only be appointed by the highest authorities in Y6.

It made no sense...

He simply couldn’t figure it out.

Lu Ye hooked an arm around Wu Qing’s neck and asked softly, “Little Wu, who arranged for me to be an envoy?”

Wu Qing grimaced. “Brother Lu, don’t make it hard for me. In Y6, I’m just a nobody.”

“The boss told me not to reveal her identity, so I really can’t tell you.”