153. Chapter 153: Drawing Hatred

"Sis, you're all grown up, why do you still need your brother-in-law to carry you around and spoil you?" Bei Jiajia said with a grin as she peeked inside.

Inside the office, Bei Wei, her face flushed, got up from Zhang Yang's lap.

"Mind your own business! Why don't you find someone who spoils you and pampers you?" Bei Wei only acts like a sweet and obedient girl in front of Zhang Yang; deep down, she still has the personality of a girl from Sichuan and Chongqing.

"You think I can't find it even if I don't want to?" Bei Jiajia sighed softly.

"You want a boyfriend like me? How are you going to find one?" Bei Wei snorted, draped her slender, fair arms over Zhang Yang's shoulders, and leaned down to kiss him on the cheek as a show of defiance to Bei Jiajia.

Zhang Yang touched his face, looked at Bei Jiajia's pouting lips that looked like they could hold an oil lamp, and immediately felt that he should leave first.

"I'm leaving." He stood up and straightened his clothes. "You guys carry on."

"Brother-in-law, let me see you off." Bei Jiajia smiled and leaned closer.

"I'll take you, the company can't do without you." Bei Wei hooked her arm around Zhang Yang's.

A moment later, downstairs at the company.

With Zhang Yang by her side, Bei Wei reverted to her sweet and innocent image.

"You don't need to focus all your energy on the Mao Roast Duck business anymore. I feel like this wave of popularity is probably coming to an end," Zhang Yang said after thinking for a moment before getting into the car.

Everything has its peak and then decline, and Mao Roast Duck doesn't have a category that can sustain its long-term success.

"Oh? Is the hype going to die down already?" Bei Wei was still a little reluctant.

"Look at Magic City Mao Roast Duck brands in Shanghai now. When everyone is entering the market, it means there's no more profit to be made. We've already reaped the first wave of benefits, so it's time to call it a day," Zhang Yang said.

He didn't care about such a small gain.

However, Bei Wei was putting a lot of energy into it, so he still wanted to remind her in advance.

"Okay, I understand. Luckily, the book cafe is under renovation too, so I'll..." Bei Wei made a small prediction.

"Then you can just be a beautiful and serene bookstore owner," Zhang Yang said for Bei Wei, inexplicably recalling Xiang Xiaotian, whom he had met yesterday.

She runs a coffee shop, leisurely reading books, basking in the sun, and being a beautiful shop owner.

While she may not necessarily make money, she also won't squander it. For a rich and beautiful woman like her, killing time and passing the long, boring hours is quite nice.

As for Bei Wei, with him by her side, calling her a "rich, beautiful, and successful woman" wouldn't be an exaggeration at all.

Before getting into the car, Zhang Yang gave Bei Wei a light hug for a moment, then got into the Cullinan and sped away.

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Earlier in the afternoon.

The Rolls-Royce Car Club's group chat is quite lively.

Su Seventeen posted photos of the party venue setup in advance.

In the video, staff preparing for the evening's pool party are meticulously setting up a champagne tower and dessert table. In the distance, steaks and whole lambs are being roasted in an oven.

The pool was filled with colorful ocean balls, brightly colored balloons, swim rings, and water guns scattered around the poolside.

"Wait, you're having a water fight tonight?" Zhang Yang said, amused.

[Su Seventeen: Ladies and gentlemen, everything's almost ready. We're waiting for you to come tonight.]

In the group, many girls are posting selfies and swimsuit photos.

These girls, mixed in with the group, are, in a sense, just there to serve as foils for these kinds of activities.

To be fair, in terms of looks and figure, there's really nothing to criticize; every girl is practically born with a ball pit.

When you're out having fun, don't put on airs and act like a perfect gentleman; it's just a downer.

Zhang Yang was already prepared to play along that evening. Besides, he had a mission to complete, and these girls were, after all, members of the car club. To gain their friendship, he figured a water fight at the pool that night would be about the right thing to do.

As the sun set, Zhang Yang drove his Cullinan straight to the party venue where he would be having a party that night.

Outside a lakeside villa party venue in Pudong.

A steady stream of large trucks pulled up in the parking lot.

From Ghost to Wraith to Dawn, Cullinan has seen quite a few models, but the Phantom is much rarer.

After all, those who can sit in a Phantom worth tens of millions are mostly genuine first-generation entrepreneurs, incredibly composed and mature individuals. They're very busy; would they really have time to attend a party that's just for young people to have fun?

Zhang Yang arrived at the scene in his all-black Cullinan BB.

The Cullinan may not be as prestigious as the Rolls-Royce Phantom, which is exclusive to the wealthy, but as the father version of the Cullinan, the pinnacle of SUVs, it is the dark king of Rolls-Royce.

Surrounded by an exclusive aura, they naturally exude an aura of power.

As the Cullinan Black Badge came to a slow stop, groups of young people chatting outside the party venue all looked over.

"Su Jiajun, is this the new guy who drives the BB version of the Cullinan? What's his background?" A trendy young man wearing Richard Mille sunglasses asked, pressing down his glasses.

"Young Master Zhang, you'll find out soon enough." Su Jiajun smiled, patted the young man on the shoulder, and left first.

Beside Cullinan.

As soon as Zhang Yang got out of the car, he saw Su Jiajun greeting him with a beaming smile.

The two had met once before, so it could be considered a brief acquaintance.

For Zhang Yang, this was also the first member of the car club with whom he gained a friendship, although this friendship was rather superficial.

"President Su." Zhang Yang nodded.

"Young Master Zhang, come here, let me introduce you to some friends." Su Jiajun stepped forward and put his arm around Zhang Yang's shoulder. "Everyone is very curious about you, the newcomer."

Zhang Yang nodded and let Su Jiajun lead him to meet the members of the car club.

"Come, come, this is our newest member of the car club, Zhang Yang, Young Master Zhang!"

A moment later, Su Jiajun pulled Zhang Yang aside and stood in front of a group of men and women, solemnly introducing Zhang Yang.

Who is Zhang Yang?

With his striking appearance and demeanor, he stood out from the crowd, instantly captivating everyone present. He naturally possessed an invisible personal charm, and coupled with the allure of his Cullinan BB, a car worth nearly ten million, at least on the surface, everyone treated Zhang Yang with great courtesy.

Nobody's a fool.

"Young Master Zhang came alone?" A very attractive young woman approached him, her eyes sparkling with admiration.

"Need a female companion? Pick one?" another long-haired girl asked with a smile.

The girls were all very proactive; any talk of being reserved or modest was nonexistent, at least not in front of Zhang Yang ...

Zhang Yang noticed that there was no progress in accumulating friendship points with the system, and after glancing at the several girls in front of him who were looking at him expectantly, he hesitated for a moment and decided that the task was the priority.

"Is it okay if I don't have to be picky?" he asked.

The two girls chuckled, exchanged a glance, and then stepped forward, each draping their arms over the other.

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Yang saw that he had gained two more friendship points.

Instantly, he felt a sense of relief.

"Young Master Zhang, it has to be you again." Su Jiajun leaned closer and whispered, "Go ahead and make your move. These two are new members, single, and quite the young and beautiful ladies. I've never seen them so proactive before. It really does come down to looks."

Zhang Yang blinked and listened.

It's fine as long as it's unclaimed.

Otherwise, in a car club like this, it would be really awkward if someone, a new member, bumped into another guy's girlfriend right away, even if he didn't know it.

"Young Master Zhang, what did the chairman say to you?" The girl next to Zhang Yang, who looked innocent but had slightly flirtatious, watery eyes, asked curiously, blinking her eyes.

"It's nothing, just tell me to take it easy," Zhang Yang said casually, naturally putting his arm around their waists.

Immediately, both girls laughed.

In the distance, by the pool, a row of wicker chairs held several older men, probably around thirty years old, who were wearing beach shorts, drinking and chatting.

Their demeanor appeared noticeably more composed.

Even the topics they discussed were mainly serious matters, without much frivolous or romantic talk.

"Here, have one for each of you." Xiang Xiaotian, dressed in a light, airy dress, sat down gently beside them and handed them desserts. "Brother Zhou, is it alright if I listen to what you're talking about?"

"Oh, it's Miss Xiang. Listen, it's alright." The men stopped talking, took the desserts, and nodded happily.

"Then I won't stand on ceremony. It just so happens that my dad recently gave me some money, and I'm thinking of starting another project. I'd like to learn from you guys," Xiang Xiaotian said happily.

These are all genuine first-generation entrepreneurs in the car club; they are truly experienced and wealthy senior members.

Learning from them would be incredibly beneficial.

She sat quietly to the side, listening attentively and occasionally offering a few thoughts.

Their group stood in stark contrast to the distant clamor.

They chatted for a while, and suddenly they both noticed a strikingly handsome figure not far away, with two women on either side of him, standing out under the night lights.

"Who's that over there? Isn't it a bit too ostentatious to have two women on either side?" the man called Brother Zhou asked, frowning slightly.

"Brother Zhou, you're a new face. Did you just join?" someone chimed in.

Xiang Xiaotian saw the figure from afar and recognized who it was.

"That person seems to be a new member, I think his name is Zhang Yang," she said.

"Just joined? You mean the Cullinan BB owner?" Brother Zhou nodded and asked Xiang Xiaotian.

"Yes, it's him." Xiang Xiaotian nodded.

"I wonder which family's second-generation heir he is; he certainly has a handsome face." Brother Zhou glanced at him and then looked away.

There is an inherent gap and generational divide between these first-generation entrepreneurs and these rich second-generation heirs who only know how to indulge in pleasure and entertainment. They can't get along and don't want to.

In their view, squandering their parents' wealth based on their parents' hard work is something they find utterly shameful.

They weren't interested in going up to get to know them.

Xiang Xiaotian glanced at Zhang Yang with two women on his arms from afar, shook her head slightly, and withdrew her gaze with some disappointment.

The initial good impression has completely vanished.

She had thought that this newcomer, Zhang Yang, was a guy whose inner self was as perfect as his appearance.

Unexpectedly, he was no different from anyone else; he was a playboy.

Zhang Yang, who was misunderstood as a dissolute playboy and rich second-generation, had no idea that people viewed him that way.

He's clearly a self-made millionaire.

No, no, calling him a rich second-generation wouldn't be wrong either, after all, he has a system as his father.

"Young Master Zhang, believe it or not, you're the first one we've ever approached," the long-haired girl beside him said with a Zhang Yang.

The girl was wearing a crop top, and the skin on her waist felt smooth and cool to the touch.

"I believe you." Zhang Yang nodded without hesitation.

It's all just a performance anyway; as long as there's no conflict of interest, just say whatever others want to hear.

These two girls had just chatted with him for a while. They both come from wealthy families and can't be simply categorized as party girls. Of course, while they're not short of money, they're clearly not good enough to join the Rolls-Royce Car Club. To put it bluntly, pretty girls have special privileges.

One of them drives Maserati, and the other drives Porsche Panamera. They joined the Rolls-Royce Car Club, genuinely hoping to make friends and find a boyfriend.

"So, you're still competitors tonight?" Zhang Yang asked with a smile.

"Tonight?" Both girls blushed instantly.

"Dream on! You may be handsome, and we may have been proactive, but we're not exactly easy girls. You really think too much of us!" the tall girl scolded playfully.

"That's right, being proactive doesn't mean being casual. We can only be considered friends at most right now," the long-haired girl said earnestly.

"Ordinary friends?" Zhang Yang looked at the ball pit he was pressing down on with his arms and fell into deep thought.

As night fell, the party villa was filled with joy.

Champagne, desserts, and various self-service barbecues filled the air, creating a lively and bustling atmosphere.

Zhang Yang didn't really plan to do anything with those girls that night.

Anyway, he's already harvested the friendships he was supposed to. Constantly having friends on both sides only makes him a target of resentment and hinders his ability to cultivate friendships with others.

"Young Master Zhang, come on, let's have a drink to welcome you to the team."

Several young people shared common interests with Zhang Yang, raised their glasses, clinked them with Zhang Yang, and admired the ball pit bobbing up and down in the pool.

In the pool, at some point, the girls had changed into bikinis.

They were all tall and had great figures, with long legs and defined abs. Right now, they were having a water fight with each other in the water.

The boys by the pool were eager to join in.

Hmm... let's have a water fight.

"Young Master Zhang, aren't you going down?" asked a wealthy young man whose family was in the food business, with a smile.

"No, thank you." Zhang Yang shook his head.

As they were talking, in the pool, one of the girls picked up a water gun and started spraying water at Zhang Yang.

One jet of water, two jets of water...

Zhang Yang never imagined that the attack from all sides would one day appear on him in such a form.

"No, why don't you find someone else to do the water? Is it really that interesting to keep staring at me?"

Zhang Yang's upper body was soaked, and he immediately felt a little indignant.

This is intolerable.

He lowered his head, turned around, and walked away.

In the pool.

"It's all your fault! Why did you specifically target Zhang Yang for this?"

"And you're blaming us? Weren't you the first one to do it?"

"Well, how should I put it? Of course, whoever is more handsome wins..."

Several bikini-clad, stunningly beautiful girls were chattering away, each refusing to back down.

Suddenly, someone looked in one direction.

His eyes widened, and he covered his mouth in surprise.