Call Me Brother

The next morning, Zhang Yang got up early and checked out of the hotel.

On the way to the florist to order flower baskets.

Zhang Yang, wearing a 27 million yuan watch, gripped the steering wheel of the Cullinan, the two complementing each other perfectly.

"It's gotten inflated, it's gotten inflated."

Even Zhang Yang couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement.

Twenty-seven million, not two million seven hundred thousand. That's equivalent to wearing a luxury apartment in Magic City on your wrist. Only a big shot could afford that.

Even with a net worth of two or three billion, wearing a watch worth tens of millions is only barely enough to qualify him.

"Oh, right." Zhang Yang took out his phone and casually took a picture of his left hand and the steering wheel.

I was just planning to accidentally post it on Moments or something.

But thinking about it, doing so would be too obviously showing off my advantages, so I decided to give up on that idea.

Not long after, Zhang Yang drove his Cullinan and parked it in front of a flower shop.

He had called ahead to order an opening flower basket, and I just happened to bring it along. It was a small favor, a way of showing goodwill. I'll go to the nursing center later and see if it's suitable; I might as well get a membership card.

"Um... let me get you a plastic bag to cover it up; there are branches and twigs on it, so they might scratch your car." The young female owner of the flower shop was very enthusiastic.

"No need, no need, there's no need for such formalities." Zhang Yang opened the trunk.

He actually added seats to the trunk of his Cullinan, making the space a little smaller than before, but it doesn't matter, it still fits.

Zhang Yang casually stuffed the flower basket into the trunk.

The flower basket was bumped and knocked around, making the proprietress watching with bated breath.

However, Zhang Yang seemed oblivious, closed the trunk, got into the car, and drove straight to the newly opened luxury car maintenance center.

Around 9 a. m., there was a huge commotion outside Shengtian Luxury Car Care Center.

Outside the store, there are rows of flower baskets and a constant stream of luxury cars, including Rolls-Royces, Bentley, and sports cars like Rolls-Royce and Ferraris.

The opening ceremony was so high-class and sophisticated that it served as an effective and effective form of advertising.

"That's impressive," Zhang Yang remarked, looking out the window from inside the car.

With such a grand opening and such extensive promotion, it's easy to see why this nursing home is destined for great success.

From afar, he saw the group members gathered in front of the shop.

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"Thank you all for coming today." Mr. Qian, the young master of Shengtian Car Care Center, smiled broadly and looked radiant, repeatedly bowing to the friends who came to support him.

"Of course."

"We're all in the same car club, so we should help each other out!"

"It's nothing, it's nothing. It's our own family's store opening, we have to support them!"

Everyone exchanged polite words.

"Holy crap, is that Young Master Jin's Frog King? He's incredibly handsome!" someone exclaimed.

Everyone looked over.

In the distance, a dazzling supercar with a liquid metallic sheen sped towards us; its iconic front end was none other than the Frog King 918.

The 918 bus stopped, and a cynical young man got off.

"Hello, Mr. Jin!"

"Young Master Jin, your car is absolutely stunning! Let us borrow it and have a go later."

The crowd gathered around, their words filled with respect.

"No problem, the keys are here." Young Master Jin casually waved the car keys in his hand. "President Su, where is President Su?"

He looked around.

Su Jiajun, standing to the side, quickly stepped forward with a smile.

The young master in front of me, whose real name is Jin Yanchao, is the richest second-generation in the car club, and therefore has the highest status. Su Jiajun is not even worthy to carry his shoes.

"Young Master Jin."

"Jiajun, I was busy last night and couldn't go over. I just wanted to let you know," Jin Yanchao said casually.

"It's alright, it's alright, it's nothing serious," Su Jiajun quickly replied.

"I heard from President Zhou Shaoqiang that there was a new guy who was quite high-profile at last night's party. I think you were the one who recruited him?" Jin Yanchao said casually.

Su Jiajun felt a chill run down his spine, and could only nod.

"I heard he's all the rage, with all the girls fawning over him? I'd like to meet him and see who he is," Jin Yanchao said casually, then suddenly looked to the side.

"Oh, Xiao Tian, you're here too?"

"Hello, Young Master Jin." Xiang Xiaotian greeted him with a light laugh from the side.

"You went last night too, didn't you?" Jin Yanchao asked softly, his tone more gentle. "If I had known you were going, I should have canceled everything else."

"Huh?" Xiang Xiaotian was taken aback. Facing the slightly burning gaze in front of her, she took a small half-step back.

Seeing this, Jin Yanchao shook his head and smiled, "You're still so distant from me."

As they were talking, Zhou Shaoqiang suddenly looked into the distance.

"Young Master Jin, that car over there looks like it belongs to the new member of our car club."

"Oh?" Jin Yanchao glanced at it from afar and laughed, "Cullinan, BB, that's quite a car, no wonder it's so high-profile."

Looking at the cars driven by many members of the car club.

Most are Ghost or regular Cullinan, but the Rolls-Royce benchmark, the Phantom, is extremely rare. Although owners are in the group, they are essentially invisible.

The Cullinan's "father's edition" is also quite rare, placing it among the top-tier Rolls-Royce models in the car club.

As they were talking, a figure stepped off the two black Cullinan Black Badge.

The figure looked tall and imposing, with thin lips and a straight nose, just like a perfect male protagonist straight out of a novel.

"Is it him?" Jin Yanchao frowned.

He watched from afar as the figure carrying a flower basket walked straight towards him, feeling the overwhelming handsomeness, and inexplicably felt a sense of oppression in his heart.

How could that be?

In this car club, is there anyone who can outdo him?

Zhang Yang, carrying a flower basket, walked straight toward today's main character.

"Low budget, but great success for the opening!"

"Zhang Yang? Welcome, welcome!" Young Master Qian went up to greet him, warmly accepted the flower basket, and invited Zhang Yang to come in and sit down.

Zhang Yang nodded and walked straight towards the group of car club members he had met yesterday. Once you meet them, you'll get to know them better.

He vaguely recognized most of the people in front of him.

However, one of the young men surrounded by others had his hands in his pockets and was staring at him.

Who is this?

"Zhang Yang, come here, let me introduce you to Young Master Jin." Su Jiajun quickly stepped forward, grabbed Zhang Yang, and was about to introduce the young man in front of him.

"This is Young Master Jin Yanchao."

Zhang Yang looked at the young man who was silently staring at him, nodded, and casually extended his hand.

"Hello, Mr. Jin."

Jin Yanchao stood with his hands in his pockets, saying nothing, seemingly unmoved by Zhang Yang's outstretched hand.

A moment of silence fell over the area.

Seeing this scene, everyone could see that it seemed like Young Master Jin was trying to intimidate Zhang Yang, the newcomer.

"What are you pretending for?" Zhang Yang chuckled and withdrew his hand.

He considered himself a newcomer, so he didn't try to act arrogantly and remained humble from beginning to end.

But unexpectedly, someone actually installed it.

His words were crystal clear in the quiet surroundings. Everyone was slightly taken aback, not expecting that Zhang Yang, this newcomer, would be so brave as to confront Young Master Jin head-on.

"You!" Jin Yanchao narrowed his eyes, staring intently at the figure before him.

Given his personality, he has always been arrogant and domineering. If anyone dared to disrespect him like this, he would have overturned the table long ago.

However, he wasn't mindless; he naturally knew that others dared to criticize him like that because they had the right reasons.

So he took another closer look at the figure in front of him.

Immediately afterward, his gaze froze, and his expression became somewhat surprised and uncertain.

"Young Master Zhang, is that right?" He extended his hand again, his expression becoming somewhat more serious.

Zhang Yang glanced at him, but remained unmoved.

"Young Master Zhang," Jin Yanchao stretched out his hand, took a deep breath, "Please give me some face?"

An uproar immediately erupted around them.

Young Master Jin has always been arrogant and disdainful of everyone, let alone anyone who dares to contradict him to his face.

But how could this be...?

The art style isn't right!

As luck would have it, right on the hour, the church bells on Zhang Yang's wrist rang out melodiously.

"Young Master Zhang, that Patek Philippe in your hand is really beautiful. May I take a look?" Jin Yanchao seized the opportunity to make a request, wanting to openly and legitimately examine it.

"Want to see it? Here you go." Zhang Yang glanced at Jin Yanchao and casually took off the Patek Philippe from his wrist.

Jin Yanchao quickly accepted it with both hands.

The texture, the feel...

And then there's this red and gold double-dial watch, with a tourbillon, perpetual calendar, retrograde calendar, lunar orbit, sidereal time, star chart... a whole host of incredibly complex functions all in one watch.

This is Patek Philippe 5002R-014.

This is the King of Watches!

I heard it just sold for 27 million at Christie's's auction last night, and now it's here?

"Young Master Zhang, here... here you go." Jin Yanchao offered it with both hands, his face burning hot.

He was just so ignorant and fearless.

A watch worth 27 million!

To be able to wear 27 million on one's wrist—such wealth and resources are simply unbelievable.

You should call him "brother"!

"Hmm." Zhang Yang took it casually and put it back on his wrist without a word.

The people around weren't fools; there were plenty of discerning watch enthusiasts and collectors.

"Holy crap, Zhang Yang... no, Brother Zhang, isn't that a Patek Philippe 5002R-014 in his hand? I heard it just sold for 27 million?"

"Absolutely no doubt, it's this one."

"I never expected the buyer to be Brother Zhang. Twenty-seven million! Compared to Brother Zhang, my million-dollar watch looks like that of a pauper."

In fact, given the wealth and status of these people present, it's perfectly reasonable for them to drive Rolls-Royce worth millions and wear a watch worth hundreds of thousands or even millions on their wrists.

As for wearing a watch worth tens of millions on their wrist or owning an apartment in Magic City, these are things that are unattainable even in their eyes, and even their parents' generation might not have been able to achieve them.

To digress a bit, even someone as high-profile as that young master Wang wouldn't wear a watch that expensive!

To my utter surprise, there was actually a real big shot in their Rolls-Royce Car Club.

Zhang Yang had no idea what kind of image he had in their eyes. In fact, given his own wealth and strength, he could easily be considered the leader among this group of rich second-generation and first-generation entrepreneurs.

After all, the children of wealthy families still rely on their parents' living expenses and don't actually have much money of their own.

The first-generation entrepreneurs are indeed financially independent, but in this car club, the most legitimate first-generation entrepreneurs reportedly only have assets of a few hundred million.

His financial strength truly surpasses that of most others.

"Brother, Brother Zhang, this way please, have a seat here."

"Brother Zhang, here's a membership card for you. Please come often!"

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Yang's image was elevated to an unprecedented level.

It became incredibly popular overnight.

Zhang Yang smiled and chatted casually with these fellow car enthusiasts who had come up again to try and build rapport.

In my mind, friendship points began to be harvested once again.

It only lasted a short while.

In my mind, the pleasant system notification sounded as expected.

Bite!

New task: Make more friends (Completed)

Mission objective: Please gain the friendship of at least twenty official members of the Rolls-Royce Car Club (current progress 20/20).

Task Reward 1: 50 experience points

Task Reward Two: Full ownership of a small venture capital firm with an annual investment quota of 300 million.

Upon seeing the system notification in his mind, Zhang Yang was immediately overjoyed.

Sure enough, the mission was completed smoothly. It seems that my 2.7 million yuan was not wasted.

Bringing out these 27 million watches—their power is truly extraordinary.

Now that the task is complete, the reward will naturally be yours without any effort.

Fifty experience points.

This is far too lavish.

In the blink of an eye, he had already completed more than half of the experience points required for leveling up, and the system's goal of returning 200,000 points per day was already beckoning him.

There was a second reward: a venture capital firm.

They own a well-structured venture capital firm and have an annual investment of 300 million yuan.

In a way, wouldn't he have accumulated some capital?

Even a small amount of capital is still capital!

"Brother Zhang, please have some tea." A call woke Zhang Yang.

He snapped out of his daze and immediately saw Su Jiajun, Chairman Su, standing before him. Chairman Su was bowing over, his face beaming with smiles.

"President, you're being too polite," Zhang Yang said with amusement.

He had a good impression of the president, thinking that although the man was a second-generation rich kid, he was humble and kind, and that he was well-deserving of the title of president of the Rolls-Royce Car Club.

"Brother Zhang, your thighs are so thick, shouldn't I give them a good hug?" Su Jiajun said with a smile.

Zhang Yang smiled, not putting on any airs in front of Su Jiajun.

He looked around and spotted a figure lurking in the distance—it was Zhou Shaoqiang, the guy from last night!

What are you hiding from?

He looked away, paying no attention to such an insignificant person.

"Brother Zhang, I'm sorry about earlier." Jin Yanchao came over privately again, his arrogance completely gone in front of Zhang Yang. "My dad always said that with my personality, I would eventually meet someone who could bring me down. It seems that half of what my dad said came true."

"Why is it only half?" Zhang Yang asked.

"Brother Zhang, you clearly have the ability, yet you didn't stoop to my level. Now that you mention it, doesn't that mean my dad's words were half true?" Jin Yanchao said shamelessly.