Ask Her Out!

Song Mingyang suddenly realized that the final success of the matter was all thanks to the finishing touch provided by Zhang Yang.

"No problem, absolutely no problem!"

"That's good then." Tang Leyi nodded with satisfaction. "In that case, shall we call it a day?"

She stood up, and everyone at the table immediately rose as well.

Song Mingyang was filled with emotion, casting a satisfied glance at Zhang Yang. The start of the evening hadn't been smooth, but all's well that ends well; it was a happy conclusion for everyone.

Late at night, after seeing Tang Leyi and her entourage from Shihong Real Estate back to their hotel, Song Mingyang stood in front of the entrance, still unable to stop sighing with relief.

"Zhang Yang, oh Zhang Yang, I owe this to you. Tell you what, your salary will be doubled this month, and once the project is completed, I'll calculate an extra bonus for you. Keep up the good work, you have a bright future for promotion!"

Zhang Yang simply offered a word of thanks, showing no other reaction at all.

By convention, when a boss makes such a gesture, a subordinate should at least be kowtowing in gratitude or adding a line about thanking the boss for their cultivation. But... come on, why would someone earning six hundred thousand a month need to suck up to anyone?

To him, working was just a rare form of recreation in his life now. After all, even with a daily income of twenty thousand, it would still take fifty days to save up a million. In such a long stretch of time, being a carefree Old Zhang was actually quite nice.

He politely declined Song Mingyang's offer to drive him home and hailed a taxi instead.

Back at his apartment, before taking a shower, he updated his Little Blue Book with a selfie as usual: "Thanks to the netizens for teaching me how to fish. I put this outfit together myself this time, please give me some feedback."

It was too late, so he didn't wait for replies and fell into a deep sleep after his shower.

The next morning, the moment he opened his eyes, Zhang Yang grabbed his phone to check the comments section.

"Holy crap, holy crap, so cool!"

"Wait, how did you come up with this look? It's so flattering, absolutely stunning..."

"You nailed it, man. Truly inspirational!"

"Ever since the blogger started losing weight, he's changed almost every single day."

"Excited! A sense of achievement! Watching the blogger change day by day, I have to say, this real-life raising game is just too good!"

"By the way, how tall is the blogger?"

Zhang Yang saw this comment and replied truthfully.

"One meter seventy-eight."

Immediately, a wave of pity followed.

They say the biggest taboo for a man is having others point out he's one meter seventy-nine, so one can imagine how painful it is to be stuck on that boundary line just before one meter eighty.

One meter seventy-nine and one meter eighty are two different concepts; they are just not the same.

"Don't be discouraged, blogger, there are many ways to make up for it."

"Exactly, choose a pair of suitable shoes, and you can easily achieve the effect of being one meter eighty!"

"That's right, I suggest wearing canvas shoes. They look unassuming, but they are actually very effective for adding height!"

"Dad shoes are also great, the height-boosting effect is absolute! I suggest the blogger go try them."

"Once a guy is tall, his whole aura changes!"

"Same here."

Ding:

System has adopted a new suggestion.

Task: Change shoes to increase height.

Task details: Please change into a new pair of suitable shoes, coordinate them with your outfit, and ensure your height is over one meter eighty while wearing them.

Task Reward 1: Three experience points.

Task Reward 2: Increase height by two centimeters.

As soon as this task appeared, Zhang Yang's heart skipped a beat. That moment of excitement was even more intense than leveling up.

As expected, one meter eighty is the obsession of every man approaching that height.

He wasn't a man who liked to play pretend; one meter seventy-eight was one meter seventy-eight, and he wouldn't claim to be one meter eighty just for the sake of face. But could he honestly say he didn't want to be one meter eighty?

He wanted it desperately.

Now that this dream task had arrived, it was no exaggeration to say that Zhang Yang was ecstatic.

Although he had the urge to go complete the task immediately, he managed to suppress it.

No rush; it wouldn't be too late to go after work.

After his usual morning run at the apartment gym, Zhang Yang headed to work.

At the office, the boss was late, and the Sales Director, Old Shao, hadn't shown up either.

Only Zhang Yang knew that the two of them were likely off signing the contract. Since the matter had been preliminarily agreed upon, they would certainly want to strike while the iron was hot and finalize it.

Sure enough, past ten in the morning, Song Mingyang walked into the office with a radiant face, followed by Old Shao.

"Boss Song, did you seal the deal?" the head of finance asked as she happened to be heading to the sales department.

"It's done! A big order!" He slapped the contract onto the table, his voice loud and full of vigor.

Inside the company, everyone was whispering and discussing among themselves.

The boss, Song Mingyang, walked straight toward Zhang Yang and spoke up in front of everyone.

"Zhang Yang, you deserve the credit for closing this deal. Put in a little more effort—I want you to lead the planning proposal for Shihong this time!"

Zhang Yang didn't actually want to take it on; he just wanted to be a salted fish in the company, wasting time, and had no intention of keeping himself busy.

But after a moment's thought, he nodded anyway.

The crowd cast envious glances his way; after all, being noticed by the boss and entrusted with a major responsibility meant a promotion and a raise weren't far off.

Only the person involved felt completely indifferent.

Song Mingyang offered a few words of public encouragement before leaving in high spirits. Just as Zhang Yang lowered his head to start working, a message from Bei Wei popped up on his phone.

"Brother Zhang, congratulations!"

Zhang Yang: Are you congratulating me on being busy around the clock?

Bei Wei: But there's a big bonus, and you'll get a promotion... Alright, maybe Brother Zhang doesn't care about those things.

Zhang Yang: Since it's a congratulation, how about we grab dinner together tonight?

After that message, Bei Wei didn't reply for a long time.

"No way?" Zhang Yang blinked, feeling a bit surprised. Could his first invitation really end in failure?

In truth, even if the date didn't work out, he wouldn't feel burdened. After all, his transformation had been too recent, and deep down, he was still the same Zhang Yang. Furthermore, confidence didn't mean arrogance; he never assumed that he should be invincible just because of who he was now.

Putting his phone down, Zhang Yang settled his mind and returned to work, though he occasionally looked up to see Bei Wei still buried in her desk, wondering what she was doing.

Ding!

A new message arrived on his phone.

Zhang Yang took a glance; it was Bei Wei's long-awaited reply.

"Brother Zhang, Brother Zhang, how about this place? I saw the reviews are great. Oh, and let's get this straight—I'm definitely paying this time!"

So, she had spent all that time figuring out where to eat.

"Fine, if you want to pay, then you pay." Zhang Yang didn't hesitate, readily giving Bei Wei the chance to treat him.

Just as he finished chatting with Bei Wei, Xiang Youde, sitting opposite him, gave Zhang Yang a look, signaling him to check his messaging app.

Xiang Youde: Let's grab a bite tonight... Right, not at a restaurant, come over to my place.

Zhang Yang: How about another day? I've got plans.

Xiang Youde: Pfft, didn't you just get rejected? And now you have plans? You expect me to believe that?

Zhang Yang: I really have plans, believe it or not.

Sitting across from him, Zhang Yang could hear Xiang Youde let out a long, disdainful scoff.

Thanks to Wolf Who Loves Sheep, Positive Cucumber, and Cloudless for the tips.