The Fear of Being Dominated by Someone

At the dinner table, everyone was drinking heartily.

Holding the Patek Philippe, Mr. Wang was increasingly amazed by its exquisite craftsmanship, finding it to be as perfect as a work of art.

My phone buzzed with a message.

[Dad, don't scare me!]

[Take another good look, touch it, how does it feel?]

The series of messages left Mr. Wang a little confused. After thinking for a moment, he replied.

[It depends on the feel of the car. It's perfectly normal for someone driving Cullinan to have a Patek Philippe; it can't be fake. What's there to doubt?]

[Besides, the feel is truly indescribably perfect.]

Soon, he received a message from his daughter.

[Dad, you should return the watch. I just asked my friend, do you know how much this one costs if it's genuine?]

[How many?]

[Latest auction price: 27 million.]

Mr. Wang's watch trembled suddenly, and he felt a tingling sensation all over his body, as if he were being electrocuted.

Twenty-seven million?

The total cost of his hotel was about that price, and he only owned a portion of the shares.

Doesn't this mean that this person is wearing a hotel on their wrist?

He stiffly raised his head, his eyes meeting Zhang Yang's.

"Uncle Wang, what's wrong?" Zhang Yang looked up at Boss Wang, whose expression was a little stiff, and felt something was off.

"Nephew, come here, here's your watch back." Boss Wang held the watch in both hands, stood up, and returned the wristwatch to Zhang Yang.

"Not going to watch it, Uncle?" Zhang Yang took it casually and put it on his wrist.

"I'm not watching anymore, I'm not watching anymore." Boss Wang kept waving his hands, looking somewhat frightened.

Zhang Yang didn't take it to heart. In this world, there are people who don't know what's good, but there are also many who do. Perhaps this Uncle Wang is one of those who does.

I never expected that this Uncle Wang would also be a watch enthusiast.

Before long, the banquet was in full swing.

The people at the table were all clamoring for a second show in the afternoon.

Zhang Yang naturally wouldn't participate in the elders' activities, and besides, Zhang Zhaohai had his mother with him, so he felt at ease.

After a few rounds of drinks, several people stood up.

Zhang Zhaohai and his fellow disciples, whom he hadn't seen for many years, stood arm in arm, their bond as strong as ever.

"Da Hai, if you need anything in the future, just let me know. I'll always keep my word."

"I was originally planning to introduce my daughter to my nephew, but then I thought, my nephew seems too outstanding. My daughter's personality... I think I'll pass."

Zhang Yang listened silently from the side, maintaining a smile throughout.

The group took the elevator downstairs.

In the lobby on the first floor, the designated driver they had called was already waiting. This group of guys had planned to go to a teahouse in the afternoon to have some tea, chat, and relax.

"Dad, you guys go ahead, I have something to do this afternoon," Zhang Yang casually said to everyone.

"Alright, alright, go ahead and get busy." Zhang Zhaohai waved his hand.

He knew that Zhang Yang also had his own career and social life, so he couldn't keep his son tied down all the time.

Zhang Yang nodded, intending to go ahead first.

I just stepped out of the lobby.

At the bottom of the steps, a group of people were standing in small groups.

One of the boys, who had his arms crossed, looked quite familiar.

"Huh?" Zhang Yang glanced over and instantly remembered—wasn't this the same fragile guy he'd shaken so hard he'd crouched down and couldn't stand up?

Judging from this setup, what kind of melodramatic scene are they going to stage?

Zhang Yang glanced at the three or five burly boys standing behind the boy and felt a bit disgusted.

"It's him." Luo Hui stepped forward and pointed at Zhang Yang.

Immediately, those guys all looked over, their eyes seeming quite shrewd.

Standing on the steps, Zhang Yang looked at the group below and asked with a smile, "Dude, we've all shaken hands and made peace, so what's up with you?"

"Now you're scared?" Luo Hui instinctively crossed his arms, trying to look cool, but he must have pulled on one of his arms, because his expression twitched. "Too late, I'll tell you."

He waved his hand, acting like a big brother.

There was complete silence behind me.

"No, you guys go!"

"Luo Hui, we're here to help you, don't treat us like your underlings!" a boy behind him said, frowning in dissatisfaction.

Luo Hui immediately put on a big smile, "Brothers, brothers, please help me out."

"Hmm." The men behind him exchanged glances, nodded, stepped forward, and looked at Zhang Yang. "Buddy, we won't make things difficult for you. Just apologize in public and pay some compensation, and we'll call it even."

"Apologize? What are you apologizing for? And pay compensation?" Zhang Yang blinked, a little puzzled.

"Looks like you're not really keen on reconciliation, buddy." Someone shook their head and sighed. "Then we'll just have to..."

Several men rubbed their hands together, eager to fight, and moved closer.

"Wait a minute," Zhang Yang called out to them.

"What's up, buddy? Changed your mind?" the lead man with the large tattoo on his arm asked with a half-smile.

"No, I meant to ask, what's your name?" Zhang Yang asked abruptly.

"Name? My name is Chu Leilei. Why are you asking that? Do you want to get revenge?" he asked, somewhat amused.

"Oh, I just didn't want to fight some nobody." Zhang Yang smiled and jumped down the steps.

Everyone's vision blurred, and they hadn't even reacted yet.

There was a loud bang right next to my ear.

"Lei Lei, where's Brother Lei Lei?"

The boys present looked at each other, completely bewildered.

Just then, a car behind them started blaring its deafening siren.

Zhang Yang stood at the bottom of the steps, gently swinging his leg, and glanced at the figure he had kicked seven or eight meters away.

"The feeling of holding back isn't as satisfying as it seems."

With his current strength, a full-force kick would be devastating, so that kick just now was entirely the result of him holding back his strength.

As for that car, it was the same car that these people had driven.

"Holy crap!"

"Brother Lei, are you alright?"

Immediately, several people ran over and hurriedly helped Lei Lei up.

"I... I've got a gasp." Brother Lei clutched his chest, his eyes wide with shock.

Only he knew how terrifying it had just been. He hadn't even had time to react before he felt a tremendous force surge towards him, and then he was sent flying backward.

There was absolutely no possibility of resistance during this process.

He watched the figure slowly approaching, a hint of fear appearing in his eyes.

"What... what are you going to do?"

"I'm not going to do anything, just take a look." Zhang Yang stepped forward, looked at the group of people who were united in their hatred of the enemy, and was too lazy to make a move.

He looked at the car in front of him and thought for a moment.

If I were to use all my strength to deal with this car... what would happen?

Then, without warning, he slammed his knee into the car door with all his might this time.

With a loud crash, the car shook violently.

"I'm leaving." Zhang Yang left as if nothing had happened.

The group of people stood there, looking at each other, wondering what had happened.

"Oh my god, look at the car door!"

It's unclear who noticed the anomaly first.

The group looked over at once, as if they had seen a ghost.

The car door, which was perfectly fine just a moment ago, now looks like it's been hit hard by a car, with a deep dent in it.

The truth is, they all saw it clearly; it was the boy's knee that hit him.

"Is this even human?"

"I wouldn't dare mess with them, I wouldn't dare mess with them."

A chill ran through them instantly, as if they had just walked on the edge of a cliff.

They went forward and tried to open the door, but even with several people pulling, the door wouldn't budge.

It was completely deformed and stuck.

"Are you... are you alright?" Luo Hui arrived late, stammering as he asked.

"You bastard Luo Hui, we treated you like a brother, and you're leading us into a fire pit, aren't you?" Chu Leilei cursed Luo Hui as soon as he saw him.

The others also looked rather unfriendly.

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It was just a minor incident, and Zhang Yang didn't even take it to heart.

Sitting in his Cullinan, he touched his knees, feeling a faint, persistent pain.

It's a minor pain, nothing serious, like a slight bump or bruise on the knee.

But what were the results?

Recalling the car door that had been deformed and dented in an instant, he was very satisfied.

Even the steel car door couldn't withstand my impact; the force was truly outrageous.

"With my fighting skills, I'm practically invincible in fist and foot techniques, right?" Zhang Yang muttered to himself, feeling somewhat smug.

The country is so safe; the most he'll encounter are probably petty scoundrels like these.

My fighting skills are more than enough to deal with these people.

As for bodyguards, a wise man avoids dangerous situations, and it's inappropriate to handle everything himself. However, at this stage, he's not a super-rich man, so there's really no need for him to put on a show with a large entourage of bodyguards.

Embarrassed.

My return was brief, but I took care of everything that needed to be done.

This includes, but is not limited to, picking up the car for my dad.

Although he was in Yinghai, Cloud Sea Capital was essentially controlling him remotely.

Just now, he received news that the vehicle procurement had been arranged, and the other things like Maybach, Coaster, and minivans would be put aside for the time being.

The Rolls-Royce Phantom he specifically instructed to arrange has been put in place.

Moreover, it's the Phantom Zenith Collection, which cost 18 million RMB. That's enough to buy two of his Cullinan; it's ridiculously expensive.

"I'll go pick up the Phantom myself."

Zhang Yang sent the notification separately.

Coincidentally, the dealership where he picked up his car was the same Rolls-Royce dealership where he Cullinan last time. He didn't remember much about the other people at that dealership, but he did remember the Rolls-Royce saleswoman from that time.

The thought of having a Phantom waiting for him to pick up immediately made Zhang Yang unable to contain himself.

"Then... I'll go back tomorrow morning."

Zhang Yang thought about it for a moment. He realized that he had been out fooling around all the time since he came back these past two days, so he decided to be quiet tonight and go home early.

By the way, I'll cook some dishes myself.

With that thought in mind, Zhang Yang drove straight to buy groceries.

In the afternoon, Zhang Yang returned with the groceries he had bought.

In the quiet house, the sound of splashing water while washing vegetables could be heard from the kitchen.

Then, the range hood was turned on.

When Zhang Zhaohai and his wife returned home that evening, they were greeted by the aroma of food filling the house.

Upon looking at the table, one sees a vast array of dishes.

"Good lad, cooking yourself! Let me try it." Zhang Zhaohai picked up his chopsticks and tasted it first.

"Your son is busy, you chef, why don't you go and help him out?" Song Wenqin said with a smile, patting Zhang Zhaohai gently.

"No, the food is ready." Zhang Yang brought out the soup he had prepared, and also took out a bottle of Moutai. "Dad, I know you've been drinking quite a bit these past few days, but we haven't had a proper drink together at home yet. I'm going back to Magic City tomorrow, how about we have a drink tonight?"

"Okay, just a little less." Zhang Zhaohai glanced at Song Wenqin beside him and said with a smile.

"Drink, drink, drink. Fine, it's rare for my son to ask, so tonight is the last time. Starting tomorrow, you're going to quit drinking." Song Wenqin waved her hand and said.

In the evening, the house was brightly lit.

The family sat around the table, eating and chatting enthusiastically.

"Oh, by the way, son, why did my senior brother, your Uncle Wang, react so strongly today? Is the watch you're wearing more expensive than the Vacheron Constantin you gave me?" Zhang Zhaohai, particularly curious.

"It's alright, he's probably just a bit sensitive about Patek Philippe," Zhang Yang said with a smile.

"I knew it." Zhang Zhaohai smiled, raised his wrist, and turned it over and over under the light, becoming more and more satisfied with what he looked at it.

"Come on, let's have another drink, just the two of us."

Zhang Yang smiled, raised his glass and clinked it with his father's. He took a sip of the wine, then looked at his mother and said, "Mom, you won't be left out either. Next time you come back, I'll get you a car, a watch, and everything else."

"I already have a bracelet, why would I need a watch?" Song Wenqin waved her hand and said.

"Mom, you need to change your mindset. I know it's a bit difficult and it will take time," Zhang Yang said with a smile.

The family became rich overnight, and it's normal that the parents' mindset couldn't keep up with the pace. My dad is okay, but my mom, although open-minded, still has some old-fashioned ideas.

This needs to be changed.

"How much more do you need to change things? I feel like I've already changed my mind enough." Song Wenqin blinked, a little puzzled.

"Let me tell you," Zhang Zhaohai couldn't help but say.

"Just like those rich wives, buying luxury bags, wearing designer clothes, using high-end skincare and cosmetics, driving BMW, and meeting up with your girlfriends to go shopping, get skincare treatments, have tea, or go to yoga classes, son, am I right?"

"Pretty much, right? All that money in our family would earn a fortune in interest if just put in the bank. As for your spending, Mom and Dad, go ahead and spend as much as you want. Don't worry, you'll have more than enough," Zhang Yang said. "Go on trips whenever you want. If you've explored all of China, you can go abroad. Balance your career and your life. For the rest of your lives, it can be summed up in two words: enjoy life!"

"Okay, I'll try." Song Wenqin rubbed her head, feeling a little dizzy. "By the way, please buy me that Omega. I saw the shop owner next door wearing one, and it looks quite nice."

"Omega won't do, it has to be at least Jaeger-LeCoultre -LeCoultre," Zhang Yang said.

My mom and her colleagues usually interact mostly with the customers at the restaurant and the small business owners in the neighborhood.

They might have some money, but they definitely don't have much.

There are tons of people wearing Omega and Longines.