An Industry Worth Over a Billion

"Come, come, sit at our table. It's such a privilege." Sister Wang quickly made room for her.

"No, no, we have some food on our side, so we just wanted to meet everyone and say hello," Zhang Yang said politely.

"Oh, don't be so polite. We were colleagues before, and we can still be friends!" Sister Wang said with a smile, grabbing Zhang Yang's arm and then looking at Bei Wei. She was secretly amazed by Bei Wei's beautiful features and radiant complexion.

I have a feeling that Bei Wei's appearance and temperament have gained something more than they used to at the company.

Even more amazing.

"She really does look like she's been nourished by love," Sister Wang remarked inexplicably.

Upon hearing this, Bei Wei's cheeks flushed red, showing a hint of shyness.

Nearby, several young newcomers watched this scene, completely mesmerized.

"Supervisor Wang, Supervisor Wang, is this our former colleague?"

"Yes, our company's former beauty queen was snatched away by Zhang Yang. By the way, that handsome guy is Zhang Yang." Wang Shijie, the former Supervisor Wang, nodded slightly as he listened to the new team members' words.

Some of the young men even considered themselves to be rich second-generation heirs with some money in their families, and they were never short of girlfriends.

But I've never seen anything this beautiful before.

"Brother Zhang, right? I just joined the company. Here, let me toast you." The rich kid, who was just coasting along at the company, picked up his glass. "You've got the skills to make one of our company's most beautiful girls willingly resign with us. When will you teach us a few tricks, Brother Zhang?"

"There's no other way but sincerity." Zhang Yang smiled casually and gently pulled Bei Wei into his arms.

"Huh?" The rich kid was taken aback. "Sincerity really works?"

He looked at Zhang Yang's tall and handsome figure in front of him, and suddenly smiled to himself. That's right, someone as handsome as him can definitely win people over with just sincerity.

"I still envy Brother Zhang. He's so handsome, unlike us, who only have a few stinking coins to our name." He shook his head and sighed, looking at his car keys on the table, feeling inexplicably melancholy.

Upon hearing this, Xiang Youde suddenly couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Brother Xiang, what are you laughing at?" The rich kid was completely baffled.

"I'm thinking, forget about looks, you'd better not flaunt your money in front of Zhang Yang," Xiang Youde shook his head and sighed. "Your little bit of money is nothing."

"Since when being rich isn't considered an advantage?" The rich kid blinked and looked at Zhang Yang.

"Well, you have to consider who you're comparing yourself to," Xiang Youde said. "Zhang Yang drives Bentley; he's got both good looks and money. Even if he taught you his moves, what could you possibly learn?"

"Alright, Lao Xiang, why are you saying these things in front of the newcomers?" Zhang Yang said, amused.

He no longer bothers to flaunt his wealth in front of people; it's pointless and beneath him. Showing off in front of ordinary people once or twice a day might be somewhat interesting, but if it happens too often, his threshold for such behavior will rise.

He finds even things that don't evoke any feeling tedious.

"Hey, don't be so low-key. By the way, did you bring your Bentley today? Show us old colleagues what it's like to be a car." Xiang Youde looked at Zhang Yang, his expression eager.

"No, I didn't drive Bentley," Zhang Yang said, shaking his head.

"Huh? You didn't drive Bentley? Did you take a taxi here today?" Xiang Youde couldn't help but ask.

"No, well, want to take a look at this car?" Zhang Yang chuckled, casually taking out his Cullinan car keys and slapping them on the table.

He knew Lao Xiang's temperament and shut him up directly.

The Cullinan's double-R car key was placed conspicuously on the table.

"What? Judging by your attitude, you drove another car? Could it be more stylish than your Bentley Continental GT?" Xiang Youde muttered, leaning forward and taking the car keys directly into his hand.

"Brother Xiang, you... you don't even recognize a Rolls-Royce car key?" The rich kid standing next to him looked at the car key with the double R logo and immediately broke out in a sweat.

Outside the private room, someone could be heard asking loudly.

Whose Cullinan?

"Whose Cullinan?"

When asked about their carriage, Zhang Yang casually took the car keys back from Xiang Youde and gestured, "My Cullinan, is there something you need?"

Outside the door, the person immediately put on a smiling face, "We have cars here that we'd like to drive, but we're really afraid of hitting your car. We can't afford to pay for the damages. Could you please help us?"

As he spoke, he took out a cigarette, bowed, and greeted people, making all sorts of gestures.

"Alright," Zhang Yang readily agreed and walked out of the private room.

Inside the private room, an uproar erupted the moment Zhang Yang left.

"Bei Wei, why is Zhang Yang driving Cullinan again? Doesn't he drive Bentley?" Xiang Youde asked, his hands hanging limply, his mouth dry.

"Well... it seems like we have both, so it's not contradictory, is it?" Bei Wei glanced at Xiang Youde's flushed face, hesitated for a moment, and then answered with a bit of a laugh.

"Huh?" Xiang Youde's eyes were lifeless, and he slumped into his chair.

The newcomers standing nearby finally understood the meaning Xiang Youde had just said.

Yes, that's how it is.

With both good looks and financial power, how could they not be invincible?

"Bei Wei, I'm so envious of you!" Several female colleagues from the same company in the same private room said in a sour tone.

At first, when they saw Bei Wei choose Zhang Yang, they thought she was blinded by love.

Even though Zhang Yang was already devastatingly handsome back then.

In retrospect, it's astonishing that such a precious gem, hidden within the company, was discovered by Bei Wei.

"You... you don't have to do this, do you?" Bei Wei said, somewhat embarrassed.

"Wait... Oh my god, I didn't even notice before, what you're wearing... what you're using..." The girl next to her had sharp eyes and finally noticed Bei Wei's entire outfit; it was actually quite...

As soon as these words were spoken, several young girls in the private room swarmed around them.

"Chanel dress!"

"Bulgari jewelry!"

"Your watch, my goodness, and your bag, they must cost tens of thousands, right?"

Upon closer inspection, when they learned that Bei Wei's entire outfit cost hundreds of thousands of dollars, their expressions were filled with envy and jealousy.

The rich kid didn't dare say another word.

The girl was beautiful, but raising her was even more expensive. Now they realized how ridiculous their boastful questions sounded.

A moment later, the door to the private room opened, and Zhang Yang walked in again.

"Huh? Why is it so quiet?"

He immediately sensed that the atmosphere in the private room was particularly strange, especially the way his former female colleagues were looking at him with intense, almost burning, gazes.

"You, Zhang Yang, you're really willing to do anything for Bei Wei."

It was Sister Wang's sigh that broke the eerie silence that had settled over the private room.

"What do you mean by 'willing' or 'unwilling'? I just went out to move a car, that's all!" Zhang Yang said, bewildered.

"It's nothing, it's just that everyone's feeling a bit emotional, envious of Bei Wei's good judgment and even better fortune. Everything she has now is what she deserves," Sister Wang sighed. "Judging from your spending spree, you've already bought hundreds of thousands of yuan worth of stuff. Won't you be buying Bei Wei a house and a car later?"

"This..." Zhang Yang blinked, looked at her, and didn't say anything.

Sister Wang's mouth was open, her tongue dry, but an unbelievable thought suddenly arose in her mind.

Could it be?

"Sister Wang, Zhang Yang bought them all for me!" Bei Wei suddenly smiled and gently hugged Zhang Yang's arm. "We'll invite everyone to our house another day."

She didn't say anything about the house being in Lakeville Regency or the car being Panamera.

But this simple sentence was enough to leave the former colleagues present in a state of profound shock for a long time.

After the meal, outside the small restaurant.

Zhang Yang's Cullinan, satisfying everyone's curiosity.

"Brother Zhang's Cullinan is the BB version, it's awesome." Although the rich kid didn't own Cullinan, he had always longed for it and knew about it better than anyone else.

"What BB version?" Xiang Youde leaned into the car and marveled at the starry sky ceiling.

"It's the dad version, the dad from Cullinan, worth tens of millions," the rich kid said.

Although some looked around and others took photos, they all remained very respectful, and no one made any blatant moves to sit inside or even pretend to be in the driver's seat.

After an unknown amount of time, everyone finally took their leave.

After all, for these office workers, being able to get together for dinner in the evening is already a rare chance to relax, as they all have to go to work the next day.

They are not like Zhang Yang and his group, who can live as they please.

"I'm off, everyone." Zhang Yang got into the car, rolled down the window, and waved goodbye to the crowd outside.

There was no lingering reluctance to part; only a carefree and unrestrained spirit.

In the middle of the night, Cullinan on the streets of Magic City.

Zhang Yang was driving, with the sweet and charming Bei Wei in the passenger seat. Outside the window, the Magic City, and the interior ceiling had a starry sky design that occasionally flashed with the effect of shooting stars streaking across the sky.

This feeling is simply indescribable.

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That evening, Zhang Yang and Bei Wei returned to COFCO Seaview No. 1 together.

In the middle of the night, while Bei Wei was still fast asleep, Zhang Yang woke up alone, went to the balcony to smoke a cigarette, and took the opportunity to examine the newly acquired 10% off property exchange coupon in his mind.

The system is very user-friendly.

As his attention was focused on the voucher, a list of eligible industries for redemption appeared in his mind.

Moreover, according to the system, all of them are high-quality assets with good operating conditions.

Furthermore, he can customize the filtering range, including distance, value, and category, all of which can be defined by himself.

"Yes, the range only shows Magic City, priced above one billion and below one billion."

After a series of operations, the once vast and complex list of industries was emptied, leaving only a few choices.

Zhang Yang scanned the area up and down and instantly located his target.

"Hmm? Central Ring Landmark, an entire Grade A office building, seventeen stories high with 40,000 square meters of commercial space, valued at 1.6 billion, now priced at 1.4 billion. Isn't that a bargain?"

He carefully checked the information about this industry and was immediately very satisfied.

This property mainly consists of an office building and an attached 40,000 square meters of commercial space, all of which are currently in normal operation. Although Zhang Yang doesn't know the exact occupancy rate yet, the information is not hard to find.

A quick search reveals the companies that have moved in, and they all seem quite prestigious; they're definitely not just some shell companies.

In addition, the commercial tenants in the attached area, while not necessarily high-end, include many well-known brands. In terms of the quality of the tenants, ten Yinghai Star City World Commercial Street cannot match it.

As for the scale?

Although 40,000 square meters of commercial space is not large and cannot be compared with the hundreds of thousands of square meters of building area of real commercial complexes, it is by no means insignificant in Shanghai, Magic City.

What does it mean to own such an industry in Magic City?

If you also include the Star City World Commercial Street in his hometown of Yinghai, he can be considered a bona fide billionaire with a net worth of two to three billion yuan.

"However, what I get is what I'm mine." Zhang Yang stubbed out his cigarette and fell into deep thought.

For an industry worth 1.4 billion, he needs to prepare at least 140 million.

Thinking about the mortgage loan now, he realized that his thinking during the day was a bit too simplistic. Mortgaging the house at its original value was wishful thinking. Even if he could get 70% or 80% of the value, that would be quite an achievement.

Or you could try selling it.

"Sell it."

To be honest, Zhang Yang was a little reluctant to part with it, but the reason was best left unsaid.

However, whether he sells it or mortgages it to raise more money, time waits for no one. He doesn't know if the property will suddenly be sold, or if the selling conditions will change, or if the price will increase.

"Forget it, I'll just mortgage it and see," Zhang Yang muttered to himself.

If the mortgage price is good, and you can scrape together some cash, try to find another way. If all else fails, you can just sell it.

If he goes all out and still misses out on this industry, it only proves that he is not destined for it, and then he can only look at other options.

With that thought, he had a direction in mind.

Back in the bedroom, Zhang Yang casually pulled Bei Wei's limp body into his arms.

Bei Wei softly murmured "Husband," snuggled closer to him, closed her eyes tightly, and slept even more soundly.

Zhang Yang also felt sleepy and gradually drifted off to sleep.

That night, the two slept soundly through the night, lulled by the sound of ship horns on the Huangpu River, until the next day dawn.

"Honey, wake up."

The next morning, before Zhang Yang was fully awake, he heard the sound of the curtains being drawn open.

I opened my eyes and saw the scantily clad girl standing at the window.

Hearing his voice, Bei Wei turned around and smiled, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders, her bright eyes and white teeth gleaming in her smile.

"Honey, you're awake?"

Zhang Yang seemed a little dazed for a moment.

What could be more wonderful than waking up in your spacious apartment by the Huangpu River, and having such a bright and intelligent young woman turn around and call you "husband" the moment you open your eyes?

For a fleeting moment, Zhang Yang even considered the difference between dopamine and endorphins.

The pleasure of dopamine is fleeting, lasting only a day or two.

However, endorphins seem to last longer, bringing a more lasting and sophisticated sense of pleasure.

Perhaps this is the difference between acting on physical desires and acting on emotions?

For Zhang Yang, it's natural to want both the fleeting dopamine and the enduring endorphins.