The Maybach's Meteor Light

"Actually, he's my client." Faced with her mother's questioning, Lin Jingmin could only weakly explain the whole story.

After hearing these words, Lin's mother sat there dumbfounded, unable to utter a word.

"Your daughter's new car and new house are now in the hands of Mr. Zhang." Seeing her mother remain silent, Lin Jingmin whispered this last sentence.

"This is utterly absurd! I thought... I thought..." Lin's mother couldn't finish her sentence.

"What did you think? Did you think he was really the boyfriend I brought home?" Lin Jingmin shook her head, her eyes momentarily glazed over. "How could I possibly have that kind of honor?"

From the very beginning, the two made it clear that they were aiming for the most direct and straightforward relationship.

How could she dare to have any other hopes?

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Zhang Yang had no idea how Xiao Lin, the designer, was interrogated by her mother after he left.

However, thinking about it, he knew that there would inevitably be another round of arguments, but none of that mattered to him.

"Time to pick up the car." Zhang Yang glanced down at the time.

Just now, he received a call from the Mercedes-Benz dealership saying that the Maybach S680 had arrived.

He paid a deposit for this car in advance; this trip is mainly for inspecting the vehicle and completing the paperwork.

The car is naturally registered in my dad's name.

Once we've completely won it over, we'll send it to my dad.

"A Maybach, Dad, you should really like it, right?" Zhang Yang smiled slightly, recalling the meteor shower under the Maybach's lights, and also a passage from a poem.

It turns out that the starry sky that girls like is the starry sky roof of Rolls-Royce.

My favorite meteor shower is the Maybach meteor shower.

My favorite sea is the Mediterranean Sea, owned by a certain CEO.

See, it's good to be rich. Even if you can't pluck the stars from the sky, you can still send him many other stars, including but not limited to starry sky ceilings, meteor shower lights, Patek Philippe's Sky Moon, and LV's Galaxy.

The Cullinan drove along the main street of Yinghai, bathed in the morning light, amidst the sidelong glances of passersby, heading straight ahead.

Yinghai Mercedes-Benz 4S Store, the newly arrived Maybach S680 was surrounded by people.

Black and brown, classic Maybach vertical grille, V12 logo, and timeless Maybach- exclusive wheels.

An air of nobility and elegance immediately greets you.

"Holy crap, that's gorgeous!"

"As expected of the Mercedes-Benz King, is the owner of this car from Yinghai? I wonder what kind of big shot he is in some industry?"

A crowd gathered around the newly arrived Maybach S680, discussing it animatedly.

The male and female staff at the Mercedes-Benz store were all dressed in sophisticated black suits, embodying a mature style to the fullest.

Customers who come to the dealership to look at or pick up their cars are often captivated by this Maybach S680.

However, the price tag of over four million yuan kept reminding them of that.

Is this car something they can afford?

"The car owner has arrived!" someone shouted from afar.

The people in the store—the boss with his mistress, the middle-aged couple who had succeeded in business, and the young women who had achieved some success in new media—all stopped to look. They saw a group of store employees running out to greet a Cullinan that had just stopped in front of the store.

"The one Maybach, is he the owner of the Cullinan?"

"No wonder, what else could it be?"

"My sweetie!"

"Wait, is that incredibly handsome guy the car owner?"

Amidst cheers and shouts of welcome, a group of shop assistants escorted the incredibly handsome Cullinan owner into the store.

"Welcome, welcome."

"Welcome, Mr. Zhang, to pick up your car."

Looking at this scene, Zhang Yang felt it was a bit over the top, a bit too much of a show of force. It was just a Maybach S680, wasn't it?

But think about it, Mercedes-Benz dealerships sell a lot of Mercedes-Benz every day, and while Maybach are fewer, they certainly exist. But to say whether a Maybach S680 can be sold in a few months is really hard to say.

This is definitely a way for them to promote their own store.

Zhang Yang didn't even want to look through the Mercedes-Benz store's short video account anymore; they might release a promotional video today.

Congratulations Mr. Zhang, owner of the Maybach, on your new S680! May the three-pointed star illuminate your future career...

This is old copywriting.

"Where's the car?" Zhang Yang asked as he entered the showroom, getting straight to the point.

"Mr. Zhang, this way please, this is your car." A shop assistant quickly pointed the way.

Soon, Zhang Yang saw the Maybach he had reserved.

To be fair, as a long-established luxury car brand, despite its many twists and turns, it has been revitalized and regained its former glory as an ultra-luxury brand from the last century, now under the Mercedes-Benz umbrella.

The class is undeniable.

It exudes a sense of prestige and status, without lacking in any way.

Zhang Yang, who already owns Bentley and Rolls-Royce, and will soon own Phantom, naturally felt no excitement.

But to be fair, for those who are about to own their first luxury car, this car is undoubtedly a profound and soul-stirring experience.

He stepped forward, gave the car a cursory inspection, and then sat for a while in the fully wrapped leather rear seats, which were said to be even more comfortable than Bentley.

Then, he nodded and got out of the car.

It's incredibly comfortable.

This is a car that's naturally suited for sitting in the back seat.

Now, it's a bit of a stretch to have Zhang Zhaohai sit in the back. He's not at the point where he needs a driver. It would be more appropriate for Zhang Yang to sit in the back.

"Forget it, this isn't something I need to worry about." Zhang Yang shook his head and asked the clerk to bring the documents for him to sign.

Zhang Yang naturally wrote Zhang Zhaohai's name as the car owner.

"Oh, Mr. Zhang, isn't this car owner you?" the shop assistant asked in surprise.

"Okay, I'll buy it for my dad to get around in." Zhang Yang quickly finished signing the documents, put down his pen, and said, "Let's go pay the balance."

The shop assistant stood up dumbfounded, still deeply shocked and unable to pull himself out of it.

What terrifying wealth is this?

I initially thought this was the second car the Cullinan owner bought for himself, but I never expected it to be just a car he gave to his father as a way of showing filial piety.

That makes sense.

This kind of car is indeed not suitable for young people, but rather for successful middle-aged people.

Zhang Yang originally planned to just go through the motions at the car delivery ceremony.

It's not that he's uncooperative; he's just seen it all too many times and is numb to it.

But seeing the staff's meticulously arranged setup and their enthusiastic applause, he couldn't be too disappointed, so he reluctantly cooperated, considering it a pleasant collaboration.

"Could you please take my car to a certain place, no problem?"

After the car delivery ceremony, Zhang Yang stroked the Maybach car keys he had just received and asked the dealership for advice.

This naturally received an affirmative answer.

"Okay, then you guys wait a moment." Zhang Yang checked the time; it was probably a little after ten.

I don't know if Dad is in the shop or somewhere else.

Anyway, the Maybach will just be delivered directly to Zhang Zhaohai.

He made the phone call.

"Dad, where are you right now?" Zhang Yang heard noise on the other end of the line when the call connected.

"Me?" Zhang Zhaohai laughed heartily on the phone. "I'm eating out. What's up?"

"Give me your address, I'll send you something," Zhang Yang said briefly.

"Such a secret, and you even sent me something?" Zhang Zhaohai chuckled as he casually gave him the address. "You rascal, you're not coming back, are you?"

"Nothing's wrong, let's leave it at that for now." Zhang Yang hurriedly hung up the phone, glanced at the expectant shop assistant beside him, and gave her the address.

"Please deliver it to this address."

"No problem!" the shop assistant readily agreed.

Inside the Haojue Grand Hotel, in private room 306, a large group of people were having a lively time.

Zhang Zhaohai, beaming, put down his phone.

"Old Zhang, who is this? Your son?" someone asked from the side.

"Yes, my son," Zhang Zhaohai replied with a smile and a nod.

"We haven't met your son yet. Why don't you just invite him over? Let's have dinner together?" someone asked with a smile.

"He's not in town." Zhang Zhaohai waved his hand.

Today's occasion is quite special.

That's right, it was a reunion of their high school classmates.

In previous years, Zhang Zhaohai would almost avoid these high school reunions. After all, many of his former classmates were doing well, some were in business, some had government jobs, and many were doing very well. As a chef who wasn't doing so well, he figured it was better not to join in the fun.

But this year, he did the opposite and took the initiative to organize the gathering.

Around noon, everyone arrived and gathered together.

Zhang Zhaohai, smoking a cigarette, invited everyone to sit at the table.

"Old Zhang, this is rare! You never come to gatherings in previous years, why are you so enthusiastic this year? Did you make a fortune recently?" A high school classmate joked with Zhang Zhaohai.

How should I put it when we have a gathering? We're all normal people, exchanging ideas, comparing ourselves, and joking around—that's all normal. There's no deep-seated malice involved, and everyone's used to it.

"It's just a get-together, there's no question of getting rich or not," Zhang Zhaohai said with a smile, offering no further explanation.

When he was broke, he was actually quite concerned about saving face and took these kinds of comments to heart. But now that he has plenty of money, he has a great attitude and doesn't care much about these jokes.

"You all don't know, do you? Old Zhang has opened a restaurant now." Not far away, a woman with excellent attire and demeanor explained with a smile, then raised her glass, "Come on, Old Zhang, let's use this drink to wish you booming business. Remember to buy more of my products in the future."

"Qingzhu, thank you very much." Zhang Zhaohai smiled and raised his glass in thanks.

Don't think that only now there are school beauties and class beauties. In their era, those class beauties and school beauties were naturally beautiful, like lotuses emerging from clear water.

Xie Qingzhu was naturally the most beautiful girl in their class back then.

Okay... he actually had a crush on her back then too.

However, it's just youthful infatuation; who hasn't admired someone beautiful in their youth?

Xie Qingzhu now has a happy family. Her family is now a fairly large frozen food distributor in Yinghai, employing more than ten workers. She has only one daughter, who has been excellent in both character and academics since childhood. Her classmates, especially those with sons, have been eyeing her for a long time.

"You've opened a restaurant?" Everyone was surprised.

"It's just a small operation, we haven't even opened for business yet," Zhang Zhaohai said modestly.

"That's great! From now on, it'll be a smooth road ahead. Wait, Lao Zhang, I saw you took a taxi today. You're going to be a boss soon, can't you buy a car?" a classmate joked.

"No rush, it will happen." Zhang Zhaohai said nonchalantly, his expression natural.

His behavior surprised many of his former classmates.

Whether a person is rich or poor doesn't necessarily mean they'll be looked down upon, but if you appear insecure and timid, put yourself in their shoes—would you respect someone like that?

The most important thing in life is to be neither arrogant nor humble.

A group of classmates I hadn't seen in a long time, now all approaching middle age, naturally had endless topics to talk about.

With their children all grown up, the conversation naturally revolved around their respective families and children.

"Qingzhu, we agreed last time to introduce your daughter to my son, but what happened?" An old classmate who now runs a business and is quite well-off joked.

Xie Qingzhu smiled and said, "Old classmate, I didn't say I agreed. I just said I'd ask her when I get back. My daughter has always been very opinionated, and I can't control her thoughts."

"Hey, looks like your daughter won't be going to any of us old classmates," everyone laughed. "I wonder who'll end up getting the best deal?"

"Hey? Old Zhang, what's your son doing now? Is he married yet?" A classmate looked at Zhang Zhaohai and couldn't help but ask curiously.

"My son?" Zhang Zhaohai glanced at the group of curious classmates, his mind flashing with his son's incredibly handsome image, and couldn't help but feel proud. "He's currently focused on his career and isn't married yet."

"In terms of career? Old Zhang, what is your son doing now?" Xie Qingzhu asked with a smile.

Her question immediately sparked another round of laughter from those around her.

"Old Zhang, seize this opportunity! You might just gain a new in-law, and your son might have a mother-in-law."

"Well, Qingzhu, you should have said so earlier. So you were just curious about Old Zhang's son. No wonder you wouldn't say anything, you were just waiting for Old Zhang to bring it up himself, weren't you?"

Xie Qingzhu was both helpless and amused, and gently waved her hand, unable to speak.

Zhang Zhaohai blinked but didn't say anything.

His son?

Hehe.

His son is in high demand now.

Just then, there was a knock on the door of the private room.

"Who is it? Come in," Zhang Zhaohai called out loudly.

The door to the private room opened, and a young man in a suit jogged in. "Excuse me, which one of you is Mr. Zhang Zhaohai?"

"Old Zhang, it's for you."

Zhang Zhaohai stood up, somewhat curious.

"I am Zhang Zhaohai. What can I do for you?"

"Hello, Mr. Zhang." The young man quickly put on a smile, jogged over, and handed over a folder with both hands. "Your son bought you a new car, and we were asked to park it downstairs for you. Here are the vehicle documents and the car keys."

"What?" Zhang Zhaohai was completely dumbfounded.

He mechanically reached out and took the document bag, then the double-M car key for the Maybach.

Then, he unconsciously sat down and slammed his car keys on the table.

On both sides, bald men with receding hairlines and men with long hair, many heads crowded around to look.

"This... this is Maybach?"

"Oh my god! Old Zhang? Old Zhang!! Wake up!!"

Zhang Zhaohai seemed to be in a dream, then suddenly stood up, fully awake.

"I have to go down and check!"