133. My Financial Strength Will Never Be Concealed

At noon, Zhang Yang returned from his heart-to-heart talk with Pei Xiaoru, and Pei Xiaoru had completely changed.

What was originally a very outgoing and confident girl became somewhat shy and timid, like a woman in love.

Pei's parents saw this and were delighted.

"Uncle and Aunt, since you're here, stay a few more days and have a good time." Zhang Yang raised his glass and toasted Pei's father at the table.

"No, no, I have things to do at home." Mr. Pei's face was flushed from drinking, and his voice was hearty.

They had come with a mission and were in a heavy mood, but they never dreamed that things would turn out so unexpectedly.

Look at my son-in-law in front of me, his looks, his demeanor.

And the audacity to wave away millions.

To put it bluntly, it's a blessing their family has accumulated in their past lives.

"Well, son-in-law, her mother and I have discussed it carefully, and we think you should take that money back. It's not appropriate. We'll buy the house ourselves," Pei's father said again.

Pei's mother, who was standing to the side, nodded in agreement.

"Yes, we can't accept this money. How could we accept your money? As long as you treat Xiaoru well, we'll be at ease. We don't need anything else."

"Uncle and Aunt, please don't be so polite with the money. It's just for buying a house. I'd appreciate it if you could help me find one when you get back. Consider it a gift from me to Xiaoru," Zhang Yang said with a smile, shaking his head.

After several rounds of refusals, Pei's parents had no choice but to acquiesce.

Or, they accepted it reluctantly.

"Later, once we've found a house, we'll need your help, son-in-law," Mr. Pei said with a smile.

"As long as Xiaoru likes it, that's fine," Zhang Yang said with a smile.

Beside her, Pei Xiaoru couldn't help but blush, happily hugging the arm of the person next to her.

At noon, the meal was a resounding success, with both hosts and guests thoroughly enjoying themselves.

Pei's parents were extremely satisfied. Pei's mother, holding Zhang Yang's hand, was like a mother-in-law looking at her son-in-law, becoming more and more pleased with him.

"Xiao Zhang, Xiaoru has a strong personality, please be more tolerant of her."

"I will, Auntie." Zhang Yang smiled and looked at Pei Xiaoru, who was standing next to him looking like a typical young woman, and noticed a completely different side of her old classmate.

"Okay, that puts our minds at ease." Madam Pei was immediately relieved.

Pei Xiaoru's parents were taking the high-speed train back the next day. They didn't plan to go out for a stroll in the afternoon; they just wanted to go back to Pei Xiaoru's place.

Zhang Yang guessed that her family must have something to say to Pei Xiaoru in private.

Downstairs from Pei Xiaoru's apartment, Zhang Yang had just parked the Cullinan.

"Little Zhang, why don't you come up and have a seat?" Mother Pei warmly invited.

"I..." Zhang Yang was about to speak when his phone rang.

He glanced at it; it was Bei Wei's call.

Pei Xiaoru, who had been watching closely, pursed her lips and suddenly turned to her parents. "Mom and Dad, Zhang Yang has something to do this afternoon. Let's go upstairs first."

"That's fine then." Mr. and Mrs. Pei nodded, and had no choice but to give up.

After the family of three got out of the car, they watched as Zhang Yang answered a phone call, waved, rolled up the car window, and slowly drove away.

"You little rascal, keeping this from your parents all the time." Watching Cullinan leave, Pei's mother turned back to Pei Xiaoru, her expression a mixture of delight and reproach. "Such a good boyfriend, I really don't understand why you're keeping him a secret?"

Pei Xiaoru laughed, but felt a little guilty.

If he really is her boyfriend, she would be eager to announce it to the whole world immediately.

But in reality? It's all in name only, no, to be precise, it's all in name only. How can you say something like that out loud? What if the person in question comes forward?

"Come on, let's go upstairs as a family and have a good talk about where to buy a house. We'll find an opportunity to invite Xiao Zhang to Pengcheng for a trip and finalize the purchase together," Pei's mother said with a smile, pulling her daughter up.

"Yes, that makes sense. They gave Xiaoru several million, so of course we should ask them before buying a house," Pei's father nodded and said.

Overjoyed, Pei's parents pulled a slightly guilty Pei Xiaoru upstairs together.

At this moment, Zhang Yang was still driving to Yunheng Building.

This system incident is almost over, with actual gains of nearly 190 million.

They've made a fortune.

Previously, although he earned 150,000 yuan a day, which amounted to more than 50 million yuan a year, that was money that hadn't yet entered his pocket; it was money from the future.

Now, having tens of millions in your pocket, that's what you call having real confidence and a deep foundation.

Moreover, he also owns two businesses.

Yinghai's Star City World Commercial Street can bring him tens of millions of yuan in rental income a year, not to mention the Yunheng Building office building in Magic City and its attached commercial facilities.

That's tens of millions in income a year.

Although the money is in the company's account, I can withdraw it anytime, anywhere.

"I guess I'm a super-rich player who's finally made it out of the newbie zone?" Zhang Yang looked out the window, in high spirits.

With businesses, a cash flow of nearly 200 million, and fixed daily cash back, he has finally taken another solid step on the road to becoming a true tycoon.

In the afternoon, Zhang Yang's Cullinan was parked in front of the Yunheng Building.

Within just a few days, everyone in the property management, from the managers to the security guards, knew that the Cullinan belonged to Mr. Zhang, the building's owner.

So, as soon as Zhang Yang parked his car, a quick-witted young security guard with a buzz cut jogged over.

"Hello, Mr. Zhang." He bowed respectfully.

As Zhang Yang walked toward the elevator in the high-ceilinged lobby, he jogged over to press the elevator button.

"Not bad, young man."

Zhang Yang casually mentioned that it wouldn't cost him anything, and seeing the security guard's excited expression, he didn't mind making himself appear more approachable in the eyes of others.

Zhang Yang walked straight into the interior design company on the ninth floor.

Inside the meeting room, the company's chief design director was immediately visible, showing the proposal to Bei Wei via projector.

"Honey, come quick!" Bei Wei waved excitedly.

"Oh, it's Mr. Zhang. Please have a seat."

Upon seeing Zhang Yang, the female design director, who was in her thirties, was very enthusiastic, greeting her immediately and arranging for people to serve her tea and water.

Zhang Yang sat down next to Bei Wei, drinking tea and looking at the proposal with Bei Wei.

The design director stood in front of the screen and began to explain his design concept.

"The overall style of the project's walls features a cement gray color scheme, complemented by various types of wood to give it a textured feel."

"The lighting is a combination of natural sunlight and warm yellow light, mainly to enhance the style and create a cozy atmosphere."

"In terms of area division, it mainly includes a book bar, a coffee shop, and a rest area. The cashier can be integrated into the beverage ordering area."

The design director, with a professional eye, presented the renderings and explained his ideas.

"Honey, what do you think?" Bei Wei asked softly.

"That's great. As long as you like it, this store can be completely designed according to your ideas. Just let your imagination run wild. Who knows, it might become the next Eslite Bookstore in the future?" Zhang Yang said with a smile.

"I wouldn't dare think about that," Bei Wei said with a smile, grabbing Zhang Yang's arm.

The designer above, watching this scene, couldn't help but think, "Girls who know how to be charming have the best lives. Look at her, clinging to this guy's coattails, she gets whatever she wants."

The proposal has been presented, but it's not finalized yet; there are still many details that need to be discussed.

However, Zhang Yang and Bei Wei didn't plan to switch to another company and placed the order directly with this interior design firm.

As for the budget, it should be around five million.

With minimal expenses like rent, and because they don't care about profits and are purely focused on pleasing themselves, they don't need to franchise with other brands; everything is done according to their own preferences.

The renovation process took several months from start to finish.

Once the renovation is complete, the hype Mao Roast Duck will have died down, and Bei Wei can then An An down and come to the book cafe in peace.

Outside the Yunheng Building, Bei Wei stood beautifully taking photos in front of the future bookstore/cafe.

Then, she lowered her head and posted on her WeChat Moments.

The caption was added as well:

[My boyfriend is sponsoring the opening of a bookstore/cafe; I need suggestions from my all-knowing WeChat Moments for a name.]

In the blink of an eye, likes and comments appeared.

Bei Jiajia: Just showing off. I don't believe you can't think of a name, sister.

Bei Wei wrinkled her nose and snorted.

That's complete nonsense.

Okay, so what?

With a boyfriend who spoils you like this, shouldn't you show off a little?

Zhang Yang glanced at his phone and naturally saw Bei Wei's WeChat Moments.

He gave it a thumbs up, but didn't comment.

"Honey, have you decided on a name?" Bei Wei gently embraced him.

"You know I'm terrible at naming things, so I'll leave this important task to you." Zhang Yang smiled and ruffled Bei Wei's full head of black hair, then decisively declined.

"Excuses? Back when you were a copywriter, you were so eloquent and talented," Bei Wei said, tilting her head back and gently scolding.

Since Bei Wei had said so, Zhang Yang had no choice but to use his own brain.

He didn't want to use any puns, or make it too literary, or even ingeniously put two people's names in it.

"Let's call it 'Youjian Book Cafe,' it's simple and easy to understand, without being pretentious," Zhang Yang suddenly thought.

Bei Wei muttered to herself, her eyes growing brighter with each word, and then she couldn't resist standing on tiptoe, hugging Zhang Yang, and giving him a passionate kiss.

"Perfect score." Her eyes shone brightly, as if she were even admiring her.

Zhang Yang's face flushed; feeling Bei Wei's admiring gaze, he felt somewhat embarrassed.

"Isn't that a bit of an overstatement?"

"No way! You think it has to be something with brilliant literary flair to be considered good? There was Youjian Inn in ancient times, and now there's Youjian Book Cafe. I, Bei Wei, am determined to make Youjian Book Cafe a great success!" Bei Wei said, gently wrapping her arms around Zhang Yang's neck.

Looking at Bei Wei's high spirits, Zhang Yang really couldn't figure out how to make a book cafe a success.

But whatever.

As long as Bei Wei is happy, that's all that matters. After all, the original intention of opening this shop was just to help Bei Wei pass the time.

It was getting late, but unexpectedly, Bei Wei insisted on going to the company.

"The book cafe is still a few months away. At least for now, I need to sign more franchise Magic City."

What could Zhang Yang say in the face of such a dedicated and sweet young woman?

So he had no choice but to drive her to the company.

Downstairs at the company, Zhang Yang watched Bei Wei hurry into the office, basking in the setting sun, observing the crowds coming and going below the building, and the white-collar Cullinan occasionally cast envious glances at him.

I felt extremely content.

On their phones, in their high school class group chat, everyone was chatting and joking around.

Since the last gathering, Zhang Yang has gone from being invisible to being in the spotlight. Even if he doesn't post in the group chat, plenty of people will tag him all the time.

Right now, someone in the group has mentioned a Mercedes E-Class- Class, and everyone's having a great time discussing it.

"Speaking of good cars, yours is good, but it's still a bit lacking. Zhang Yang's Cayenne is far superior to yours."

"Mr. Zhang, show off your Porsche."

Everyone was half-joking, remembering the Porsche Zhang Yang drove at the last gathering.

"Haha, I guess I'm just showing off my limited skills. Actually, I was planning to get Porsche this time, but my dad told me not to be too high-profile. Zhang Yang, give me a picture of the steering wheel. I want to show it to my dad so he knows that even if I'm not high-profile, someone else will be."

The student who picked up the car this time also tagged Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang glanced at the conversation in the group chat.

The person who picked up the car didn't go last time. I'd heard that his family was in business, and they were always elusive, but Divine Dragon 'd heard they were doing quite well.

"No, you dare touch me?" Zhang Yang found it amusing.

He is low-key and doesn't like to show off, but that doesn't mean he'll hide anything.

He glanced at his Cullinan's steering wheel, flashed his wrist, snapped a photo, and then shared it in the group chat.

The group chat was very genuine, and it instantly caused an uproar.

"Holy crap, Cullinan? Is this an online image?"

"Wearing Audemars Piguet Royal Oak and driving Cullinan? Brother, we told you to get Cayenne, don't scare us like that!"

"You, Zhang Yang, have gone too far! We want to see Porsche, not Porsche! Don't try to scare us with those internet pictures!"

Pretending halfway and leaving half behind, then leaving without a trace after the deed is truly satisfying.

However, Zhang Yang has never liked playing with suspense.

He found the driver's license, unfolded it, covered up the personal information, took a quick picture, and then posted it to the group chat.

There's been no activity in the group chat.

I reckon quite a few people are zooming in on the photo right now.

Zhang Yang casually put down his phone, got into his Cullinan, and drove straight back to COFCO Seaview No. 1.

In the evening, after returning home, Zhang Yang leisurely opened the Gaggenau refrigerator, casually took out a piece of Wagyu beef, and prepared to make Wagyu fried rice to enjoy the pleasure of eating alone.

About half an hour later, at the dining table.

Zhang Yang ate the fragrant Wagyu beef fried rice and casually took out his phone.

"Huh? So many messages, but only news?"

He immediately noticed the countless unread messages and various mentions of him in the high school group chat.

Click to open.

"Holy crap, Zhang Yang was the real god all along."

"Drive Cullinan, wear Audemars Piguet, reach the pinnacle of life, Brother Zhang, I was so shallow, I was so naive."

"In front of Brother Zhang, even if I drive Porsche, I don't have the right to be arrogant. I'm just a nobody!"

"Brother, Brother Zhang, I'm planning to move to Magic City soon, could you recommend some opportunities?"

Zhang Yang looked at the messages in the group with great interest, but didn't intend to respond further.

Meng Baihan, however, messaged him privately.

"Zhang Yang, your photo in our class group has really caused quite a stir."

"Is it my fault? Didn't they ask me to take the photos?" Zhang Yang replied with a smile.

"Did you go back?" Meng Baihan asked with a small emoji.

"At home, having dinner right now," Zhang Yang replied to the message while eating.

"I just finished eating." Meng Baihan's words seemed to be filled with laughter. "By the way, the view from your balcony must be beautiful, and the breeze Huangpu River must be very pleasant."

Zhang Yang put down his chopsticks and looked at the balcony.

At this hour, thousands of lights are lit, the Bund across the Bund is brightly lit, and the distant skyline is illuminated by the lights of Magic City as if it were daytime.

He took out his phone and snapped a picture.

The Huangpu River, cruise ships on the river, and the century-old the Bund are all within view.

Then I casually sent it to Meng Baihan.