Car Club, New Social Circle

Shoot and upload, that's it.

Zhang Yang wasn't interested in refreshing the page every now and then. Anyway, he didn't care about being proven wrong. Explaining was just to solidify his image and make things easier later.

He leisurely lay on the wicker chair on the balcony for a while, enjoying the breeze from the Huangpu River.

It took me a while to remember to open Zheye and take a look.

[I'm speechless, he's really rich!]

[From this angle, this looks like COFCO Seaview apartment, right? The rich guy living in a mansion worth hundreds of millions... I take back what I said.]

[Tch, just a nouveau riche, what's with the attitude?]

[No, the person who asked the question is quite nice. They frankly admitted that they're just rich and unsure about their next step. Why are you mocking them? You cheapskate?]

Zhang Yang remained calm; these vague and irrelevant answers were not what he wanted.

I have too much faith Zheye, besides these charlatans, there are still quite a few people who can offer reasonable suggestions.

[I suggest the answerer enroll in a CEO program, preferably at Tsinghua or Peking University. This will not only enhance and enrich their knowledge but also allow them to chat with classmates from Tsinghua and Peking University, as well as other high-achieving individuals, and build connections within a high-quality network.]

[For appearance and demeanor, find a professional styling studio or work on your posture and poise. Don't bother with gym classes; those personal trainers will drain you dry. Also, remember, never pile on Armani Gucci clothes and mix and match—that's too nouveau riche. You could get a few custom-made outfits. Really wealthy people may seem ordinary at first glance, but upon closer inspection, everything from their watches to their rings and cufflinks is shockingly expensive.]

Zhang Yang naturally read and even replied to the answers that were given seriously.

As for the appearance, we don't need to worry about that.

His current appearance, physique, temperament, and fashion sense are all practically at their peak. He used to wear all luxury brands when he first became rich, but he doesn't need to anymore.

As some of the respondents have said.

Instead of piling up a bunch of luxury items, why not a watch, a lighter, or even a pair of cufflinks?

As for studying...

Well, that's a good idea, but unfortunately... the system didn't react. Does it think he lacks willpower? Does he lack the perseverance to study for several months or a semester? Or is there some other reason? We don't know.

[Actually, I feel the questioner isn't very old. The simplest and most straightforward way is to find a good platform and a good circle of people you get along with. Surely you could join a car club? Bentley or even Rolls-Royce Car Club —are you sure they're all just ordinary people? If you play well, this circle is high-level enough, and the resources there are limitless.]

Just as Zhang Yang noticed the answer, the system suddenly emitted a pleasant notification sound in his mind.

"There's actually a reaction?" Zhang Yang opened his eyes slightly, his expression surprised.

Bite!

The system has adopted reasonable suggestions.

Mission: Please have the host join any Bentley or Rolls-Royce Car Club.

Task Reward 1: 10 Experience Points

Task Reward 2: 10% off watch voucher (original price cap 30 million)

Zhang Yang carefully examined the question and understood its meaning.

To put it bluntly, it's just a matter of joining any Bentley or Rolls-Royce Car Club, and that's it.

The task was simple, and naturally, the reward was rather unremarkable.

Ten experience points isn't much; it's just average.

A 10% off watch voucher, with a maximum of 30 million. How to put it? In the past, this reward would have kept him up most of the night.

But now, he has businesses, cash, and rebates.

This 10% off watch voucher was still quite valuable, but it wasn't enough to excite him too much.

"But a watch worth tens of millions?" Zhang Yang looked at his wrist.

Given his current net worth and financial strength, wearing a two-million-dollar watch is a bit too understated; a watch worth tens of millions, while ostentatious, is still commensurate with his current status.

Besides, aren't guys just into watches, cars, and women?

Private jets and yachts are out of the question, and supercars aren't in a rush right now, so I'll just play with watches for now.

"As for car clubs?" Zhang Yang muttered to himself, casually looking for information.

Joining these car clubs isn't too difficult.

The biggest challenge is that you need to own a car and be eligible. Once you meet these basic requirements, these car clubs will naturally welcome you with open arms.

Little Blue Book, it has all kinds of car enthusiast forums, including Bentley and Rolls-Royce Car Club...

"The Magic City Rolls-Royce Car Club, let's go with this one." Zhang Yang's gaze settled on a Rolls-Royce Car Club that had publicly shared its contact information.

This was found on Little Blue Book.

Looking at the event photos, there are beautiful female car owners, but they all have a certain elegance, not the kind that screams "socialite" and makes it hard to tell if they're real or not.

It's common knowledge that any pretty young lady, regardless of appearance, can easily get into these car clubs.

Everyone knows this is a kind of resource.

Moreover, judging from the composition of this car club, including young second-generation rich kids and first-generation business owners, the club's activities also demonstrate its extraordinary resources and influence.

After making the decision, Zhang Yang added the contact information.

The contact person is the president of the car club, whose online Su Seventeen.

He's quite talkative.

Su Seventeen: Dude, what kind of car do you drive?

Zhang Yang: Cullinan BB, is that okay?

Zhang Yang also casually posted his driver's license, simple and clear.

Just a few seconds...

Su Seventeen: Of course! Welcome, welcome! I'll add you to the group.

Before long, Zhang Yang was added to a group called the Magic City Rolls-Royce Car Club Main Group.

There are quite a few people in the group.

However, looking at some of the obviously influencer-style profile pictures, Zhang Yang knew that not all the members in the group were car owners. A considerable number of them might be young women who joined while driving Porsche.

Su Seventeen: Welcome, Cullinan BB owner, Young Master Zhang.

The Cullinan BB, a true luxury car that easily costs eight or nine million after registration, naturally has an extremely high level of prestige.

Immediately, many people in the group chimed in, welcoming Zhang Yang to the group.

Welcome to the new member! Let's get together sometime and become friends.

[Do you have a photo? Share one, there are lots of girls in the group.]

Welcome!

Zhang Yang looked at the various profile pictures in the group and found it somewhat interesting.

Young people's profile pictures naturally reflect their individuality, and there are all sorts of them. However, there are also quite a few middle-aged people in their thirties and forties in the group. Their profile pictures are mostly of their own industry, or simply a selfie of themselves sitting upright in a boss's chair. In addition, there are quite a few people who use landscapes as their profile pictures.

"This group of dozens of people, are they even divided into different circles?" Zhang Yang chuckled and muttered to himself.

"Huh?"

In just a short while, quite a few young women had already started adding him on WeChat.

You can't imagine how proactive a beautiful woman can be when she's with a rich man.

Zhang Yang is currently the only Cullinan owner in the group. Nobody in the group knows what he looks like in person, yet so many girls are taking the initiative.

Zhang Yang, who had initially been quite interested in getting to know the girls in the group, suddenly felt rather bored.

Judging by these girls' initiative, they're probably the same with other people. He's probably already had his way with them several times. He doesn't know how others are, but he's definitely not interested in them anymore.

Bite!

Task: Please join any Bentley or Rolls-Royce Car Club. (Completed)

Task Reward 1: 10 Experience Points

Task Reward 2: 10% off watch voucher (original price cap 30 million)

Listening to the pleasant notification sound in my mind.

As expected, the task was completed without any suspense.

With the experience points acquired, naturally, a 10% off watch voucher also came into my possession. As for using it, there's no rush. A watch worth 30 million would be a limited edition; it's impossible to buy it immediately if you want to. I'll see how it goes later.

[Our group hasn't gotten together in ages, how about we have one during this orientation?]

Someone suggested this in the car club's group chat.

Sure, I'm available anytime, anywhere.

In the group chat, people started discussing it animatedly.

Finally, Su Seventeen simply tallied up the number of people who could participate.

Including Zhang Yang, there were about thirty people in total.

[Su Seventeen: Okay, let's just have a simple get-together this time. We'll let you know the time and place later.]

Zhang Yang chatted in the group for a while, popped up briefly, and got a general idea of the situation of the active members in the group.

Yes, most of them are young people, and naturally they are all second-generation rich kids.

There are quite a few people who drive Cullinan, and although there aren't many BlackBerry versions, there are still a few. Anyway, Zhang Yang's car isn't the only one. Also, there's a guy who drives Phantom.

However, these older men are mostly business owners, generally older, and their hobbies include drinking tea, playing golf, and mountain climbing.

Zhang Yang doesn't know if there's a generation gap, but in terms of hobbies, it's impossible for him to completely overlap with young people.

He was just about to leave the group when he suddenly received a private message from Su Seventeen.

[Young Master Zhang, are you free? How about we meet privately first?]

Zhang Yang knew that, as the president, Su Seventeen wanted to get to know him beforehand.

This is a good thing.

After all, his original intention in joining the Rolls-Royce Car Club was to make more friends and expand his social circle.

So he readily agreed.

[Su Seventeen: Okay, I'll send you the address. This is a coffee shop owned by one of our members. I'll treat you to coffee.]

A short while later, Zhang Yang saw the address that Su Seventeen had sent directly to save time.

He casually opened the address and found it was a popular online coffee shop, with many people commenting below, saying things like "the beautiful young lady is the owner" and "the owner is a rich and beautiful woman."

He didn't pay any attention and went straight out the door.

Inside a popular coffee shop in Pudong, the bartenders and servers are all good-looking young men and women wearing aprons.

By the window, a beautiful, fair-skinned girl with an exceptional air about her was leisurely sipping coffee and reading a book.

She only looked up and chuckled softly when she heard footsteps beside her.

"Young Master Su, what brings you here?"

"Xiao Tian, I'm here to patronize your business, aren't you welcome?" Su Jiajun sat down with a smile, acting as if he were no stranger to anyone.

Su Jiajun looks like a fair-skinned, pampered young man, but he also has another identity: the president of the Rolls-Royce Car Club, whose online name is Su Seventeen.

As for the girl opposite him, her real name is Xiang Xiaotian. She owns Rolls-Royce Wraith and is also the beautiful owner of this coffee shop.

"Of course you're welcome, but you, Young Master Su, have come all this way just for a cup of coffee?" Xiang Xiaotian shook her head with a smile. "So, who are you planning to see?"

"Who else could it be? A new member of our group, I'm just using this space to meet them," Su Jiajun said with a smile.

"Please, stop here." Xiang Xiaotian clasped her hands together in a pleading gesture. "Do you know how many new members you met here before have been harassing me like a leech?"

"Being popular isn't a good thing?" Su Jiajun said.

"No... don't ask them to harass other people. I don't need this kind of popularity. You know I've been betrothed since I was little by my grandfather." Xiang Xiaotian immediately came up with a set of excuses.

"It's the same old story. You've been using this excuse ever since I met you. I've never even seen where your childhood betrothed is." Su Jiajun curled his lip.

"Yes, it is. Would I lie to you?" Xiang Xiaotian's smile remained unchanged.

"Okay, okay, I believe you, I believe you, alright?" Su Jiajun said helplessly. "By the way, you should get to know the new person who's coming later. They seem quite polite."

"Okay, I got it." Xiang Xiaotian smiled and turned to a new page.

Su Jiajun had been sitting for a short while when the phone next to him rang.

"Hey? Young Master Zhang? You've arrived? Come on in, I'm in a window seat, yes, that's right."

Then, he put down his phone.

"You're here?" Xiang Xiaotian looked up.

"Yes, he just arrived at the door." Su Jiajun looked around. "I wonder what this newcomer looks like. Judging from his voice, he's quite handsome."

"When have you ever not said that?" Xiang Xiaotian chuckled, picked up her coffee cup, and took a small sip.

"Wake up, you know the standards for 'handsome' in 'tall, rich, and handsome' vary. Do you really think you have to have a god-like face to be considered 'tall, rich, and handsome'? Enough already." Su Jiajun shook his head.

"With regular features, a well-proportioned figure, and the added bonus of being tall and rich, he's definitely a high-value, handsome, and rich guy, right? Like me."

"You're right, you're right." Xiang Xiaotian didn't refute him at all and agreed with Su Jiajun's words completely.

Just then, a gentle voice came from the side.

"Is this... President Su Seventeen?"

"To me it is..." Su Jiajun subconsciously raised his head, then took a deep breath.

Wow... where did this handsome guy come from?

The boy in front of me was tall and handsome, and every move he made exuded charm.

"Hello, President Su, I'm Zhang Yang." Zhang Yang smiled and extended his hand.

He had seen Su Seventeen's photos beforehand, so he immediately recognized her and came directly to her.

"You're Zhang Yang? Holy crap, come on in, please have a seat." Su Jiajun's eyes widened, and he quickly invited Zhang Yang to sit down. "By the way, this is Xiang Xiaotian, also from our car club. She owns this coffee shop."

Su Jiajun then introduced Xiang Xiaotian, who was sitting opposite him.

"Hello." Zhang Yang looked at the beautiful, fair-skinned shop owner sitting opposite Chairman Su, and extended his hand with clear and calm eyes.