"Is it really that exaggerated? A dirty, tattered pair of boxer shorts, and it has some incredibly grand story behind it?!"
Wang Huanhuan, upon hearing Trotsky's sneers, was momentarily stunned, then couldn't help but retort.
"Heh, what do you know?!"
Trotsky looked disdainfully at Wang Huanhuan and then turned back, his gaze fervently fixated on the cloth that Gu Xiyan was clutching tightly in her hand, murmuring with an intoxicated expression:
"This pair of boxer shorts is crafted from the silk of the Golden Silkworm, Jade Silkworm, Phoenix Silkworm, Dragon Silkworm, and Heavenly Silkworm, five types of super silkworms, rare in this world. Wearing it, one would feel warm in winter and cool in summer, immune to all poisons and diseases, it might even regulate your health condition, making you feel younger and younger..."
After Trotsky had lavishly praised the boxer shorts, he glanced at Wang Huanhuan who appeared bewildered and revealed a smug smile before continuing:
"But those five Divine Silkworms are extremely rare. It is said that apart from the Golden Silkworm, Jade Silkworm, and Heavenly Silkworm, the remaining Phoenix and Dragon Silkworms have long been extinct. Therefore, there's no clothing made from the silk of all five Divine Silkworms in the world."
"If they are extinct and there are none in the world, how can you be so sure that these are made from the silk of those five Divine Silkworms?!"
Wang Huanhuan, finding Trotsky's claims more and more preposterous, couldn't help but retort again.
Meanwhile, Gu Xiyan and Yu Linglong were already shocked still, exchanging glances both filled with incredulity.
The shock in Gu Xiyan's heart was the greatest. She had never imagined that a man she casually took hold of yesterday could have such amazing clothing.
Thinking back to yesterday, when the two of them left her grandfather's birthday feast and Mu Jinyu wanted to take his clothing back, she didn't give it a second thought and was even prepared to casually throw it into the nearest trash can.
Later, upon learning that Mu Jinyu was not Soldier King Lin Feng, she was furious. She didn't manage to catch the man, and in the end, she went home and completely forgot to throw it away, accidentally bringing it to her company as a sample for the new season's collection.
Unexpectedly, it was this piece of cloth that ended up giving her the opportunity to collaborate with the luxury brand behind Trotsky.
Gu Xiyan suddenly felt extremely fortunate.
While she was speculating about Mu Jinyu's real identity,
Trotsky began to explain to Wang Huanhuan why he could confirm that Mu Jinyu's boxer shorts were made from the silk of those five Divine Silkworms.
"You ask me how I can be so sure?"
Trotsky, as if he had heard a joke, scoffed a few times and with a superior look that a city dweller might give to a countrywoman in the city, leisurely said:
"Because once, under the invitation of the British Royal Family, my master and countless tailor masters worked together on a silk handkerchief made from the silk of three of the Divine Silkworms—the Golden, Jade, and Heavenly Silkworms—I had the fortune to observe at the side and even personally touch the texture of the silk made from those silkworms."
"And that silk handkerchief, made from the three types of Divine Silkworms, is still kept by the British Royal Family. Any leader from another country who wishes to see even a glimpse can't manage to do so..."
"Since then, I have been furiously researching the information on silks made from the five types of Divine Silkworms, focusing on the feel to the touch, the scent..."
"Therefore, at first, I wasn't entirely sure, but after I personally touched it and smelled it, I knew that what Lady Gu held in her hands, that seemingly ordinary pair of boxer shorts, is in fact a super work of art coveted by leaders of various countries, worth more than its weight in gold."
After Trotsky finished speaking, he scornfully looked at Wang Huanhuan, who was still looking dumbfounded and confused, and concluded decisively, "Your so-called 'Golden-threaded Jade Clothes' from Huaxia can't even compare to these boxer shorts!"
Trotsky's words also left Gu Xiyan utterly baffled.
She subconsciously began to gently caress the fabric of Mu Jinyu's boxer shorts.
The fabric was smooth and finely textured, very compliant to the touch. She hadn't paid much attention when she first grasped it, but now, after hearing Trotsky's words, Gu Xiyan felt that indeed, not even the world's finest silk could compare to the fabric of these boxer shorts.
And if what Trotsky just claimed about the shorts being immune to all poisons and diseases, even able to regulate one's health, was true...
So, the object of the world leaders' dreams wasn't just talk.
It indeed possessed a madness-inducing magic.
It's just...
Where on earth did that man get the fabric for these boxer shorts?
Trotsky just said that the Dragon Silkworm and the Phoenix Silkworm had long since gone extinct, and that the silk handkerchief owned by the British Royal Family was made from only three types of Divine Silkworm Silk.
That guy, why are his boxer shorts made from the silk of five kinds of Divine Silkworms?
Who on earth is he?!
Gu Xiyan really couldn't figure it out.
After Trotsky finished lecturing Wang Huanhuan, he stopped paying attention to her and turned back, his eyes burning with fervor as he gazed at the piece of cloth in Gu Xiyan's hands, exclaiming, "This is returning to the original simplicity, this is the true essence of art, oh, this is wonderful, these boxer shorts are just perfect."
Having said that, he took his gaze off the boxer shorts.
He looked up at Gu Xiyan, saw her odd expression, her face full of enjoyment as she gently stroked the fabric, yet occasionally frowning.
He thought she might not quite believe him and quickly said, "Lady Gu, how about it, the feel of this fabric is great, right? Take another sniff, even though it looks a bit dirty, there's absolutely no bad smell; instead, it has a fragrance like orchids or musk, rich and intoxicating, like a fine wine that's been decanted after years of sediment, irresistibly seductive."
Upon hearing this, Gu Xiyan subconsciously raised the piece of fabric in her hand to her nose to take a whiff.
However, finally, under Yu Linglong's unusual gaze, she came to her senses, her face flushed bright red, and she hurriedly stuffed the boxer shorts back into the black plastic bag.
To think she was about to smell these dirty boxer shorts, this pervert...
Gu Xiyan was fuming but also felt somewhat guilty.
Wow, why did I just have the impulse to try it?
Could it be that I am also a pervert?!
While Gu Xiyan rambled on in her thoughts.
Seeing the boxer shorts being put away by her, Trotsky immediately retracted his gaze with regret, then eagerly said, "What do you say, Lady Gu, I am very sincere, right? Quickly bring out the most lenient contract you have prepared, I'll sign it right away, I only have one request, just let me meet the fashion designer who designed these boxer shorts."
Originally, he was thinking of buying these boxer shorts, no matter the cost.
But now, he wanted to meet the owner of these boxer shorts.
As for his initial plan, during the cooperation, to manipulate Gu Xiyan and the other lady, and eventually dominate them, he had long since thrown that idea to Java Island.
Trotsky's voice carried a hint of pleading, and his eyes looked pitifully hopeful as he implored, "I just want to meet this great artist."
"A great artist?!" Gu Xiyan couldn't help but echo Trotsky's words.
In her mind, the image of her first meeting with Mu Jinyu surfaced, along with his attire.
He, an artist?!