159. An Old Habit

"Did Brother Zhang really say that?" Jin Yanchao muttered to himself, his eyes glazed over.

For investments under 100 million, we'll cover the shortfall.

Is this something an ordinary person would say?

In such a large group, how many people can amass tens of millions without batting an eye? Let alone tens of millions, even for those first-generation entrepreneurs, coming up with tens of millions in working capital would be a long shot.

He glanced at Xiang Xiaotian subconsciously, and when he saw the fleeting admiration in her eyes as she spoke of Zhang Yang, a strange pain shot through his heart.

I feel so uncomfortable.

"Hey, Xiao Tian, we'd like to invest too." A few first-generation entrepreneurs whispered among themselves, and someone chuckled and spoke up.

"Me too, doing this kind of project is quite meaningful," someone else said.

Suddenly, the confirmed investment amounts, which had been stalled for a long time, began to move.

Without anyone taking the lead, none of them dared to move.

But now, with the entry of a heavyweight, they are all tempted.

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In the evening, Zhang Yang was at COFCO Seaview No. 1, eating some Wagyu beef he had casually grilled while checking the group chat.

The car club members invited him to a get-together that evening, but he didn't go.

Sometimes, you have to squeeze into a circle, but sometimes, a circle will automatically surround you.

Look at all the sycophantic and bootlicking behavior in the group.

Zhang Yang is somewhat amusing.

"They're Rolls-Royce owners, for goodness' sake! They're so spineless!"

He could actually understand. After all, for these rich kids who only received a pittance of living expenses from home each month and could at most ask for a sum of money to invest, coming up with tens of millions at once was something they could only Yangwang to.

Zhang Yang wasn't arrogant at all.

Because he felt there was nothing to be proud of; in such a vast Magic City, where countless talented people emerge, he was nothing compared to them.

In the days that followed, everything proceeded as planned.

Zhang Yang can no longer be considered a completely hands-off manager, so during the day, whether he has something to do or not, he likes to drive his Cullinan leisurely around his properties.

In the vast Magic City, he now owns two businesses.

Yunheng Building is one, Cloud Sea Capital is another.

Yunheng Building is stable and reliable. The office rent is always stable, and the occupancy rate of the commercial area is also quite high. Zhang Yang doesn't need to worry about it at all. He can easily earn tens of millions of yuan a year.

The book cafe located in the Yunheng Building commercial area is also undergoing intensive renovations.

With this book cafe, Bei Wei can live a peaceful and carefree life as a business owner, driving her Panamera every day, leisurely reading a book, drinking a cup of coffee, and while away the whole day.

As for Cloud Sea Capital, it's worth Zhang Yang's attention at this stage.

After all, the annual investment amount is 300 million.

Although it was a zero-cost investment, money given by the system, he didn't want it to just go down the drain. If he could get some promising, worthwhile stocks in return, that would be perfect.

Therefore, Zhang Yang would often convene meetings with a group of investment managers to listen to their opinions and reports.

His lack of professionalism doesn't mean he won't listen.

Sometimes, brainstorming can yield new inspiration.

Perhaps it's because I've been coming to the company more often lately. From parking my Cullinan downstairs to entering the office building, I often run into employees from other companies in other office buildings, especially some recent female graduates.

Over time, Zhang Yang was completely baffled that he had become the rumored male god boss.

There are often inexplicable chance encounters.

This day:

"At this hour, everyone who's supposed to be at work has already gone to work." Zhang Yang walked into the building's elevator at a leisurely pace.

This office building does not have an executive elevator.

Therefore, he often shares an elevator with other office workers.

However, after the start of the workday, there were hardly any people around.

Zhang Yang pressed the floor button, glanced at his watch, and waited patiently for the elevator doors to close.

"Excuse me, excuse me, please wait a moment."

Outside the elevator, a pretty young white-collar worker in a tight-fitting short skirt and business attire jogged towards them, her face flushed.

Zhang Yang glanced at it, pressed the button casually, and waited for her.

"Thank you." The young office worker walked in, and the elevator immediately smelled delicious.

"You're welcome," Zhang Yang said casually.

"Thanks to you, otherwise, I probably wouldn't have made it on time." The young office worker gently pressed her chest to calm her panting, then glanced at Zhang Yang discreetly.

She even subtly brushed her hair behind her ear.

"Does your company start work at 9:30?" Zhang Yang asked, quite surprised.

"Um, it's like this, my job is different, so I start work later. By the way, aren't you the same?" The young white-collar worker looked at Zhang Yang with her big, watery eyes.

"Me?" Zhang Yang smiled but didn't say anything.

He didn't continue the conversation, and in the blink of an eye, the elevator fell silent.

The young white-collar worker seemed to be hesitating, yet also encouraging himself.

Finally, as they approached Zhang Yang's floor, the young office worker suddenly extended her pale hand and said, "Excuse me, may I have your WeChat?"

"What?" Zhang Yang chuckled. "Want to switch jobs, or what? Do you know me?"

"I..." The young office worker stammered, and facing Zhang Yang's direct gaze, she had no choice but to tell the truth, "I'd heard that there's a handsome boss in our building, and I never expected to run into him today, so I..."

"Just go directly to HR for the interview." Zhang Yang glanced at the young white-collar worker, just as the elevator arrived.

He walked straight out of the elevator, ignoring the young woman's request.

Inside the elevator, the young office worker looked embarrassed. Only after the elevator doors closed did she lightly stomp her foot and touch her burning cheeks.

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Zhang Yang has important business to attend to at Cloud Sea Capital today.

Xiang Xiaotian told him last night that the investment proposal was ready and she wanted to give it to him to take a look today.

He agreed and immediately invited Xiang Xiaotian to the company.

"Hello, Chairman Zhang."

As soon as I entered the company, two young girls at the front desk stood up and greeted me with sweet, cheerful smiles from afar.

Zhang Yang has always been approachable and friendly to frontline employees.

He smiled and nodded in response, then walked straight to his office. He could still faintly hear the two young women at the front desk talking in hushed tones not far away.

"Chairman Zhang just smiled at me."

"Nonsense, he clearly smiled at me. Last time, Chairman Zhang even spoke to me."

Zhang Yang listened intently to every word, then couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle, casually opening the door to his chairman's office.

The chairman's office was huge, bright and clean, and easily over a hundred square meters.

Beside the floor-to-ceiling windows, lush greenery thrives, and outside, one can see the towering skyscrapers of Pudong and the magnificent skyline stretching into the distance.

I stood there watching for a short while when the phone on the table rang.

Zhang Yang accepted it without hesitation.

It turned out that the front desk had reported that someone had visited.

The person who arrived was none other than Xiang Xiaotian.

"Let Miss Xiang in," Zhang Yang said casually.

A moment later, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

Zhang Yang sat in the boss's chair and casually remarked.

At present, the company's staffing is very streamlined. As the chairman, he doesn't have an assistant. General Manager Sun Ziqiang did ask him for permission, but he didn't ask for one for the time being.

However, once the company's operating funds are in place, this small expense won't matter.

The office door was gently pushed open.

A beautiful, fair-skinned woman in a long dress walked in; it was Xiang Xiaotian.

"Brother Zhang?" Xiang Xiaotian somewhat reservedly.

"Please sit wherever you like, don't be shy." Zhang Yang casually had tea made and invited Xiang Xiaotian to sit down.

"Okay." Xiang Xiaotian found a seat and sat down, while discreetly observing her surroundings.

She had actually started preparing the investment plan a long time ago, and after working day and night for the past few days, she finally finished it today.

As soon as she finished, she couldn't wait to contact Zhang Yang.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Yang directly asked to meet her at the company.

"Is this Brother Zhang's company?" she wondered.

An entire floor of office space, an investment company, an office of over 100 square meters, and in front of you, a tall figure sitting in the boss's chair.

"Where's the investment proposal?" Zhang Yang looked at Xiang Xiaotian, who seemed a little confused, and reached out his hand.

He actually wanted to finalize the investment as soon as possible.

After all, he still had a task to complete.

According to the system instructions, the task is only considered complete when the contract is confirmed and signed.

As if waking from Xiang Xiaotian quickly took out the investment proposal she had prepared and handed it to Zhang Yang.

The chairman's office is cleverly designed.

A large area naturally creates a sense of distance, highlighting the authority and prestige of those in positions of power. The chairman's desk being slightly higher subtly emphasizes the hierarchy and status.

Xiang Xiaotian walked along, she unconsciously acted like a junior employee facing the chairman of the board.

I was actually a little nervous.

"Brother Zhang, please take a look first. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask."

"It's alright, it's alright. By the way, you can sit next to me, don't act like my employee." Zhang Yang looked up at the respectful Xiang Xiaotian, found it a little funny, and pointed to the person next to him.

"No, it's just that I felt your aura was too strong just now, Brother Zhang." Xiang Xiaotian's expression immediately relaxed.

"Really?" Zhang Yang shook his head, while casually flipping through the investment plan that Xiang Xiaotian had brought him.

He watched it intently, without being perfunctory.

Of course, Xiang Xiaotian's plan was also quite detailed and professional; she truly is an expert.

"Huh?" Halfway through reading, Zhang Yang looked up and saw Xiang Xiaotian standing next to him, not sitting down.

Why aren't you sitting?

Xiang Xiaotian felt a little embarrassed and gently waved her hand.

Zhang Yang looked around.

In the chairman's office, apart from the reception area, there is certainly no need to prepare additional chairs.

After all, there's no reason for an employee to be on equal footing with the chairman.

"Well then," Zhang Yang glanced at his own large executive chair and moved it aside, "Come on, squeeze in."

"Huh?" Xiang Xiaotian's cheeks flushed instantly.

Isn't this just sitting close together?

Although she muttered something to herself, her body betrayed her and she sat down.

The executive chair is large, but not large enough for two people to sit in it.

Xiang Xiaotian sat down next to Zhang Yang, which was almost equivalent to sitting in Zhang Yang's lap.

She felt the intense heat so close to her, and smelled the faint, pleasant scent of vanilla. For a moment, her heart pounded wildly, and she didn't even hear what Zhang Yang was saying.

"Xiao Tian, Xiang Xiaotian?" Zhang Yang looked at Xiang Xiaotian, whose cheeks were flushed, eyes were unfocused, and she seemed absent-minded, and couldn't help but wave his hand in front of her eyes.

"Huh?" Xiang Xiaotian seemed to wake from a dream. "Brother Zhang, what were you just saying?"

"Are you daydreaming?" Zhang Yang asked, feigning ignorance, as he half-embraced the girl sitting in his lap. "I mean this way, tell me about it."

"Oh, oh, I'll... I'll speak." Xiang Xiaotian said somewhat flusteredly.

Zhang Yang smiled and nodded without saying a word, then held the soft body in his arms, listening to Xiang Xiaotian's slightly trembling voice as she spoke.

"Very good!" Zhang Yang slapped his hand when he heard the exciting part.

Xiang Xiaotian immediately cried out in pain.

"Brother Zhang, you... why did you take a picture of me?" she stammered, not daring to speak loudly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Zhang Yang glanced at his hand covering the smooth leg, but didn't move. "Go on, your idea here is quite good."

Xiang Xiaotian blushed, pretending not to see Zhang Yang's hand, and continued talking.

She talked about an investment book for a very long time.

Every now and then, she would stop to calm herself down.

After an unknown amount of time, Xiang Xiaotian finished speaking and looked at Zhang Yang somewhat hesitantly.

"Young Master Zhang, what do you think?"

"I agree in principle, but it still needs to be reviewed by our investment department." Zhang Yang removed his hand from his leg.

A red handprint appeared on her fair and smooth leg.

"Oh, right, Brother Zhang, what about the investment share?" Xiang Xiaotian added, mentioning the car club's internal investment intentions, "We've confirmed about 40 million, the total investment... the total investment..."

"Didn't you already say it? One hundred million. Don't worry, just wait for the investment department to handle it," Zhang Yang said with a smile.

Sixty million is not a small amount, but it's insignificant to him, as it only accounts for about 20% of this year's 300 million share.

It's quite valuable that such a private club has been established.

Moreover, by leveraging the Rolls-Royce owners' group to expand their social circle, business shouldn't be a major concern.

A moment later, the investment proposal was submitted to the investment department for review.

"Brother Zhang, I'll wait for you," Xiang Xiaotian said.

"Don't worry, I'll give you an answer as soon as possible." Zhang Yang nodded, stood up, and glanced at Xiang Xiaotian was adjusting her skirt.

This rich and beautiful woman is quite interesting.

Zhang Yang Xiang Xiaotian to the company building and watched her get into the pink Rolls-Royce Wraith.

This is definitely not an original fan; only four original fans were ever made, so it's impossible for it to end up in Xiang Xiaotian's hands.

"Then... then I'll be going now." Xiang Xiaotian lowered the car window, her cheeks still flushed.

"Okay, let's go." Zhang Yang nodded.

"By the way, Brother Zhang," Xiang Xiaotian suddenly mustered up the courage to say something.

"What's wrong?"

"You really hit me hard, my leg is all red." Xiang Xiaotian asked with a slight annoyance, as if she had finally come to her senses.