The yellow beverage directly stained a patch on 575's sleeve, standing out starkly against the white fabric.
The woman holding the child repeatedly apologized, offering to pay for dry cleaning.
575 remained silent, its gaze fixed on its master, checking if he had been splashed.
Wen Bai, his face impassive, responded coldly, "No need."
The woman opposite seemed startled and repeatedly muttered apologies before holding her daughter and taking the nearest elevator to leave.
Wen Bai looked at 575's white casual shirt, finding it increasingly displeasing to his eye.
He was silent for two seconds, still saying nothing.
Ten minutes later, the two arrived at the men's wear section.
Choosing the closest store, Wen Bai walked in first.
A sales associate approached them.
After her gaze swept over both of them, it settled without hesitation on Wen Bai.
In a soft female voice, she asked Wen Bai, "Sir, what type of clothing are you looking for?"
Wen Bai gestured backward impassively, "Buy it for him."
System 001 exclaimed in Wen Bai's ear, "Host, the most expensive! We have plenty of money now, we can't let 575 be wronged. Look at this woman, she didn't even ask 575 when she came in, she definitely won't pick good clothes for it!"
At times, System 001 understood human nature even better than Wen Bai.
Indeed, the sales associate only glanced at 575. Her eyes briefly swept over 575's clothing and then lingered for a moment on 575's eyes.
She then disappeared into the workroom and returned moments later holding a plastic-wrapped garment, which she handed directly to Wen Bai. Her voice remained soft, "Sir, this is something suitable for it in the store, do you think it will do?"
Wen Bai looked at the garment in the sales associate's hand, its quality clearly inferior to the clothes displayed in the store.
A lingering discomfort churned within him, though he couldn't pinpoint its origin.
He looked at the sales associate before him with an expressionless face, not even replying or reaching out to take it, simply stating his requirement, "I want the most expensive."
The sales associate was taken aback before she seemed to comprehend.
In truth, it wasn't entirely her fault.
The items in their store were not cheap; no, they were more than just not cheap, they were very expensive.
Customers who came here generally bought for themselves or as gifts.
Occasionally, there were customers who bought clothes for robots, but these customers usually opted for the cheaper items for emergency use.
They didn't spend much on robot attire, so the store had specifically prepared some clothes for robots, sometimes even giving them away as gifts.
When this tall robot first entered, due to the angle, she hadn't noticed the stain on the robot's sleeve immediately.
It was only after the customer mentioned buying clothes for the robot that she noticed.
She assumed the customer was temporarily buying clothes to cover the unsightly stain on the robot, and based on her years of experience, the robot's current clothes weren't branded. Therefore, she hadn't considered the possibility that this customer would buy expensive clothes for the robot.
Wen Bai was unaware of the sales associate's inner musings. He tilted his head slightly and looked at the tall, handsome robot standing beside him.
575 was still gazing at its master.
Wen Bai met its deep blue eyes and instinctively asked, "Do you like anything?"
The sales associate was somewhat stunned to hear the customer ask a robot such a question.
She was about to remind him that robots didn't have their own opinions.
Then she saw the robot walk over to a set of clothes, and the sales associate immediately fell silent.
Because the robot's taste was indeed excellent. These clothes were not cheap; they were high-end and limited edition.
The sales associate, being perceptive, immediately retrieved the correct size for the robot. She carefully confirmed with the generous customer in a soft voice, "Excuse me, would you like to try it on?"
Wen Bai: "Mm."
When 575 emerged wearing the clothes, Wen Bai realized that this outfit suited 575 perfectly.
The sales associate marveled at how perfect the customer's robot was. Indeed, only something artificial could be this perfect. The shoulder-to-hip ratio, the waistline, it was simply a perfect hanger.
Paired with that face, it was exquisite.
After a few seconds of observation, Wen Bai seemed to remember something. He turned to the sales associate and said, "Everything you think suits him, get one of each color in his size."
System 001 nodded, "That's right, Host. Doing this aligns with your current identity."
Wen Bai ignored it.
The sales associate was momentarily stunned, then more cautiously confirmed, "Customer, do you mean every color of every style?"
Wen Bai: "Mm? Is there a problem?"
The sales associate suppressed her inner joy, "No problem, no problem. Don't you need to try it on?"
Wen Bai: "No."
In one day! On this day, she had completed half a year's worth of sales!
After the card payment was successful, the sales associate's eyes were practically beaming. She restrained the urge to jump for joy three times and escorted the two distinguished guests to the door. Then, she took out her phone and took a photo of their departing backs.
These were her patrons of fortune.
Due to the sheer volume of clothes, the store would deliver them directly to Wen Bai's residence, so they didn't need to carry them.
575 walked away wearing the outfit it had chosen.
However, as Wen Bai and 575 walked side by side, he noticed through the glass door that the outfit 575 had chosen was the same color as his own today—caffe.
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A significant amount of time had been spent in the store, and by the time they emerged, it was time for lunch.
The two headed towards their destination, the target restaurant was on the 10th floor.
Wen Bai stepped out of the elevator first, with 575 a step behind him.
As soon as they exited the elevator and walked a few steps.
Suddenly, something from the side violently collided with Wen Bai.
575 reacted with lightning speed, spinning around to embrace Wen Bai's shoulder. It bent its knees, and before Wen Bai could even react, it naturally swept him up into its arms, retreating about ten meters from the elevator entrance in an instant.
Where Wen Bai had been standing, a short-haired robot with blue eyes had already plunged one hand into the floor tiles.
The tiles cracked with the insertion of the sharp object, spiderweb cracks spreading slowly.
"Drip~ drip~"
A drop of blood landed on the tile.
It was not Wen Bai's blood. A few meters behind the robot, a man was clutching his profusely bleeding shoulder, apparently the robot's owner.
The man was still yelling at the robot, his eyes filled with disbelief, anger, and fear.
Screams erupted from the surrounding crowd.
Another robot had appeared.
A female-shaped robot seemed to be trying to restrain the out-of-control robot on the ground.
Within a few minutes, security arrived.
The security team consisted of both robots and humans.
They dispersed the crowd and surrounded both of them.
Wen Bai: "Put me down."
"Understood, Master."
575 carefully set Wen Bai down, its gaze still fixed on the two robots about ten meters away.