Must Enjoy Merriment

Inside the underground parking garage of the Haojue Grand Hotel.

Under the garage lights, the brand-new Maybach gleamed and exuded a powerful aura.

Zhang Zhaohai stared blankly at the car in front of him, listening to the chatter of his classmates.

"That's... a Maybach S680, right? Our head office boss seems to drive one of those..."

"It costs over four million yuan. If your family's annual income isn't at least five million, you wouldn't even consider this kind of car."

"Old Zhang, Old Zhang, what kind of amazing son do you have? You've been keeping it a secret all this time, haven't you?"

In the eyes of this group of middle-aged people, based on their understanding...

Maybach represents the pinnacle of luxury cars; it's their absolute favorite.

After all, Bentley is too elegant and youthful, Rolls-Royce is too unattainable, only Maybach is the eternal Maybach.

The car in front of them pierced the very depths of their souls.

"Old Zhang, have you heard this saying before?" An old classmate, who is old but still young at heart and loves playing music, stepped forward and said.

"What is it?" Zhang Zhaohai asked absentmindedly, almost subconsciously.

"Maybach can take you anywhere, including into her heart." My old classmate sighed. "My son said that. I didn't really understand it then, but now I truly believe it."

"Maybach!"

All around him were murmurs of envy, praise, and urging Zhang Zhaohai to take the car for a try.

Suppressing his excitement, Zhang Zhaohai pressed the car key.

In an instant, the illuminated Maybach logo on the side, along with the angel wing welcome lights on the side of the car, came into view.

The sense of ritual instantly sends chills down your spine.

Zhang Zhaohai's hands trembled with excitement as he opened the car door. He gently pulled it open, and another round of sighs and lamentations erupted around him.

What I saw before my eyes was simply too luxurious and too overwhelming.

The interior features volcanic lava ash, macchiato beige diamond-stitched leather, high-gloss ebony and piano lacquer black ash wood veneers, first-class rear independent seats with V12 logo velvet floor mats, folding tables, a refrigerator, and a dazzling full-vehicle ambient lighting system.

Oh, and there's also the ever-present Burmester top-of-the-line 3D surround sound system.

"Old Zhang, you have to sit in the back of this car. Do you need a driver? How about I drive you home?" A classmate who drives for his boss came over and asked shamelessly.

"Haha, I can't accept that." Zhang Zhaohai waved his hand and started the car.

The headlights flashed, and the meteor shower of headlights instantly illuminated the road ahead.

Those headlights are really dazzling!

The surrounding classmates were all stunned.

They looked at the car, at Zhang Zhaohai inside, and at the spirited look on their former classmate's face, and were all somewhat dazed.

"Back then, our homeroom teacher said that Lao Zhang was destined to sit in the back row his whole life. I never imagined it would come true! Today, isn't Lao Zhang sitting in the back of Maybach?"

"They have a good son!"

They finally remembered where the car came from.

This was actually bought casually by someone's son and given to his own father.

In that instant, many of his former classmates, who all had daughters, had their eyes light up.

If you can't be someone's father, being their father-in-law or mother-in-law is fine too. Take the Yang brothers, who do live streaming, for example; they gave their father-in-law a luxury car, didn't they?

For a moment, many people's minds were racing.

Zhang Zhaohai thoroughly experienced what it felt like to own Maybach, and his heart was filled with excitement.

He got out of the car and immediately called Zhang Yang.

A moment later, the call was connected.

"Dad, did you receive the car?" Zhang Yang asked from across the room.

"You little rascal, you've prepared such a big surprise for me, hahaha!" Zhang Zhaohai couldn't contain his excitement and laughed loudly. "Are you in Yinghai? Tell me the truth."

"I've been found out, okay. I'm in Yinghai. Dad, do you like this car?" Zhang Yang didn't hide anything and asked with a smile.

"Is there even a question?" Zhang Zhaohai blurted out, so excited he could hardly stand still.

"Were your classmates envious? And... Dad, there must have been some class beauties or school beauties in your class back then, right? Did they treat you differently?" Zhang Yang continued to ask.

Zhang Zhaohai looked up and saw the pairs of incredibly ardent and eager eyes before him. He also saw Xie Qingzhu from back then, now looking at him with unusually gentle eyes. He didn't know how to describe it.

"Don't talk nonsense, everyone here is married and has established their own careers."

"I was just joking." Zhang Yang seemed to have anticipated Zhang Zhaohai's response.

Zhang Zhaohai's old classmates gathered around him.

"Old Zhang, is your nephew in Yinghai? It's rare that you picked up your car, why don't you invite him over for a get-together?"

"Yeah, Lao Zhang, you've been so secretive all this time, you can't hide it anymore, can you?"

Faced with the enthusiastic invitations from so many old classmates, Zhang Zhaohai could only inquire over the phone.

"Now?" Zhang Yang asked in surprise. "I have something to do right now. Why don't you come over after I'm done? You don't need to wait for me."

"Okay, then I won't wait for you. Send me a message when you arrive," Zhang Zhaohai said with a smile.

He put down his phone, and facing a group of eagerly waiting classmates, he could only shrug. "We'll go upstairs and eat first. My son has something to do and might not be able to make it. I'm really sorry."

"My nephew prioritizes his career; it's only right, it's only right."

"Yes, yes, career is the most important thing."

Although everyone felt it was a pity, their words were consistent, reflecting an unusual level of understanding.

A moment later, everyone returned to the private room, still somewhat amused by what had just happened.

The dishes were served, and the wine was poured again.

Old classmates of several decades, drinking and eating, the atmosphere immediately became exceptionally lively.

"Come on, Lao Zhang, let me toast you."

"Old Zhang, I was really immature back then. Over the years, I've never held a grudge and have always wanted to toast you in person."

The former classmates vied to toast each other.

Zhang Zhaohai drank one cup to the left and one cup to the right, drinking with great relish, his face glowing.

"Old Zhang, it's been quite a few years since we last met, hasn't it?" Xie Qingzhu walked over with a wine glass in hand. "Come on, let's have another one."

Zhang Zhaohai held his wine glass, looked at Xie Qingzhu, whose youthful appearance and charm remained unchanged, and smiled as he clinked glasses with her.

I'm almost fifty, what other thoughts could I possibly have?

"I didn't expect you to have such an outstanding son. Um..." After downing a glass of wine, Xie Qingzhu changed the subject, "Actually, my daughter hasn't found a boyfriend yet. How about I introduce her to a couple of young people?"

The reason she was so direct without even seeing him was because Zhang Zhaohai's appearance wasn't bad at all; he had a square face.

Looking at him this way, it's clear that his son isn't bad-looking either.

Besides, these days, when introducing potential partners, especially for men, only those who are otherwise unremarkable will bring up their appearance as an advantage.

To get a good job and a successful career, who cares about looks?

"Oh, this..." Zhang Zhaohai said with an embarrassed smile, "My son, it seems he has a girlfriend."

"You have a boyfriend?" Xie Qingzhu was taken aback, then nodded in realization. "Yeah, your son is so outstanding, it would be strange if he didn't have a boyfriend. Sigh, my girl is so picky, I'm really afraid she'll end up single."

"Marriage is a big deal, so you definitely have to be selective. You can't just settle for anyone. Your daughter is so outstanding, she'll surely meet the best," Zhang Zhaohai said.

"I hope so," Xie Qingzhu smiled gently, tilting her head back to sip her wine.

Today's class reunion was a great success, with everyone thoroughly enjoying themselves.

Near the end, Zhang Zhaohai's phone on his desktop lit up.

He glanced at it; it was a message from Zhang Yang.

They said they had arrived.

"This kid's here now, perfect timing to drive me around, saves me the trouble of finding a designated driver," Zhang Zhaohai muttered to himself.

He was a little reluctant to drive his brand-new Maybach, especially since it was his first time driving it.

Around them, people were either looking for designated drivers to get home or hailing taxis.

Xie Qingzhu picked up her phone and received a call from her daughter.

"Mom, Dad had a drink at noon, so I brought his car over. I'll pick you up later."

"What? Your dad went drinking again at noon? That old An... Fine, I'll go down later." Xie Qingzhu complained softly, then suddenly looked towards the door of the private room.

The door to the private room was pushed open, and a tall, handsome young man walked in, went straight to Old Zhang, and even called him "Dad."

She put down her phone in surprise, looked at the handsome young man in front of her, and murmured to herself.

"This is Old Zhang's son?"

"Dad, I'm sorry I'm a little late." Zhang Yang walked towards Zhang Zhaohai.

"It's alright, it's alright. By the way, could you drive my new car for me later? I don't want to hire someone else to drive it." Zhang Zhaohai stood up with a smile, putting his arm around his son's shoulder. "Come on, let me introduce you to everyone, this is my son."

At the dinner table, everyone stared at the tall figure before them, still somewhat bewildered.

"Old Zhang, with a son like this, no wonder you're hiding him away, not wanting to become in-laws with us old classmates who have daughters, right? Fine, fine! You're playing games with us, aren't you?"

"How do you describe those young girls these days? Oh right, they're heartthrobs! Old Zhang, I never imagined that you, with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, would secretly cultivate a heartthrob like this! Oh my! Oh my!!"

Several old classmates with daughters at the scene slapped their thighs so hard they made loud cracking noises; even if they weren't swollen, they were red.

Surrounded by praise, Zhang Yang remained quite calm.

After all, he had heard similar things enough, and naturally, he became desensitized to them.

"Hello uncles and aunts, I'm late because I have to drive later. I'll offer you a toast with tea instead of wine." Zhang Yang picked up his glass, filled it with fruit juice, raised it to everyone, and drank it all in one gulp.

His demeanor, speech, and overall presence are extraordinary; to say he's one in a million would be an understatement.

The middle-aged men and women present immediately had their eyes light up. Families with daughters were especially eager to snatch them away as sons-in-law.

"Xiao Zhang, my daughter is about your age. Would you be interested in getting to know her?"

"Come on, let me add you on WeChat."

Zhang Yang blinked and was instantly surrounded by a group of uncles and aunts, their enthusiasm almost overwhelming him.

Before long, he added a bunch of other phrases, "Let nature take its course," "A secluded orchid in a quiet valley," "Boundless horizons," and so on.

Standing at the back, Zhang Zhaohai looked at Zhang Yang, who was instantly surrounded, scratched his head, and chuckled to himself.

Yes, speaking of which...

From beginning to end, Old Zhang has always been Old Zhang. And the source of all these dramatic changes—wasn't it him, his son?

Fortunately, it was his son.

In the underground parking garage, a large group of people walked together toward the Maybach S680.

"Oh my god, this... this... how come there's another Cullinan?" Several middle-aged men exclaimed in disbelief.

To save time, Zhang Yang parked his car right next to his father's Maybach.

Here it is.

"Old Zhang, do you think this car parked next to you on purpose? Was it deliberately trying to outdo you with your new Maybach?" Everyone guessed, and they thought it made a lot of sense.

"Old Zhang, let's not compare ourselves to it. This is a labor-intensive project; there's no need for us to compare."

"Exactly, let's go, let's go. This Rolls-Royce owner is so petty. Is it really necessary? You're just a Rolls-Royce, why are you comparing yourself to Maybach? Isn't this bullying the weak?"

In their eyes, Maybach represents the pinnacle of luxury cars that is still within reach.

Rolls-Royce, that's truly unattainable and out of reach.

Maybach is a good car, a luxury car, but sorry, in their eyes, the two cars are indeed not in the same league.

"I parked here on purpose, but I really didn't mean to outshine my dad's Maybach." Zhang Yang casually pressed the car key in his hand, and the headlights of the Cullinan in front of him flashed twice.

The lights shone on everyone, and the scene was remarkably quiet.

They looked at the Cullinan, then at the handsome young man in front of them, and then at the Maybach beside them.

Everything was so perfectly harmonious and extraordinarily reasonable.

Yes! If you can casually give away a Maybach, what's the big deal about driving a Rolls-Royce Cullinan? You should have thought of that long ago.

"This is the Cullinan you just bought?" Zhang Zhaohai's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but step forward to touch it. "Good lad, you really went all out!"

Compared to this Cullinan.

The Maybach he just got is practically a mini-Karami.

But then I thought about it again, the Maybach belongs to their family, and the Cullinan also belongs to the Zhang family. When did their Zhang family unknowingly become this kind of family?

Life really is like a dream!

For a moment, Zhang Zhaohai was in a daze.

"Dad, get in the car and experience the back seat of the Maybach. I'll be your driver today," Zhang Yang called to Zhang Zhaohai.

"Okay!!" Zhang Zhaohai replied repeatedly, quickly opened the car door, and sank into the back seat.

In the ambient lighting, the small world of the Maybach instantly gave him a feeling that was hard to describe in words. It was a feeling of being on top of the world, a feeling of being bathed in a gentle breeze. It was a feeling of enjoying life to the fullest, a feeling of realizing that he hadn't lived in vain after wasting half his life.

Zhang Yang opened the driver's side door, turned around, and waved goodbye to the group of uncles and aunts.

I don't know what happened, but suddenly these uncles and aunts who were just so talkative seem so reserved and shy now.

He got into the car, glanced at the meteor shower illuminated by the Maybach's headlights, and casually turned on the Burmester sound system to experience it.

The voice was deep and resonant, very immersive.

The dad in the back seat looked like he was enjoying himself, his eyes slightly closed.

He lightly pressed the accelerator, carrying his father's decades-long dream, and slowly drove away.