I Can Program My Body?

Soon, under the manager’s reluctance, William paid 330,000 merits and completed the transaction.

"Young master, doing this kind of thing too often will shorten my life. How about I give your friend a VIP discount next time?" the manager suggested, seeing they were about to leave.

If William repeated transactions like this too many times, it would become easier to get caught.

All their deals were recorded on the dark panel. For a shop like theirs, even the receipt for what was bought and received in the transaction was logged.

Once a supervisor reviewed it and noticed something off, even if he wasn’t demoted, he’d still be punished.

As for claiming William bought everything for personal use, who would believe a direct descendant needed a storage ring, materials, and astral arts? Wouldn’t it be easier to get all that from the family?

Meanwhile, hearing the manager’s words, William’s eyes lit up.

"VIP discount? That’s right! Why didn’t I think of that? Give my friend the Supreme VIP Card."

"Supreme VIP Card? I don’t have the authority to grant such a card. Why don’t you ask Lord Davis?" the manager replied, speechless.

A Supreme VIP Card could only be granted by direct members of the Stanley Family.

Besides, those cards were reserved for the closest partners or those who spent billions of merits in the Star Tower.