The Backer Has Arrived, Has He?

Zhang Yang watched from afar for a while, then slowly drove the car closer.

He sat in the car and honked the horn. On the third honking, the little girl finally turned around curiously, then covered her mouth in surprise and ran over.

Zhang Yang got out of the car with a smile and opened his arms.

The next second, a warm, soft woman was in his arms.

"Honey, what brings you here?" Bei Wei tiptoed and gave him a passionate kiss.

"Just passing by, thought I'd drop by." Zhang Yang put his arm around Bei Wei's slender waist and glanced at the construction site in the distance. "The progress is pretty good. When are you planning to open?"

"Soon, probably early next month. Oh, by the way, I had someone make a membership system." Bei Wei said, pulling Zhang Yang along.

The two walked over and went into the store.

The store's layout was already quite complete. Bei Wei pulled Zhang Yang to the cashier and enthusiastically explained her membership recharge program.

They offer things like "free bonus on first recharge" or "free bonus for spending a certain amount".

To be honest, it's quite common, but Zhang Yang certainly wouldn't dampen the sweet girl's enthusiasm.

"Okay, I'll have someone promote you in this office building." Zhang Yang pointed to his Yunheng Building in the distance.

Whether he makes a purchase or not is another matter, but he definitely has to help promote the membership cards for Little Sweet Girl's store.

Elevator ads, front desk promotions, and all those companies inside—just a few words of introduction, a little push to help them get things done—there are plenty of company owners willing to help with these kinds of small things.

Please, with such a large store located here, the fact that the young owner is his girlfriend is no secret at all.

"No need, there's no need to make such a fuss," Bei Wei said a little embarrassed.

"I know you want to rely on yourself." Zhang Yang looked at Bei Wei and asked with a smile, "How about this, I'll give you a good start, and you can handle the rest yourself. Whether you profit or lose, I won't interfere."

"Okay." Bei Wei smiled and hugged Zhang Yang's waist. "I'll listen to you."

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

Having not seen each other for a while, the two of them had a good time cuddling together.

"By the way, you've been gone so long, you should be punished," Bei Wei suddenly said mysteriously.

"Huh?" Zhang Yang suddenly felt a dull pain in his lower back.

Of course, that wasn't a physical warning; his body was now as strong as steel, forged in fire. This was entirely a mental warning.

"What nonsense are you thinking? Humph, my period's here, otherwise I definitely wouldn't have let you off the hook." Bei Wei snorted, then pulled out a thick stack of flyers from under the counter. "I need you... to help me hand out flyers."

Zhang Yang glanced at the eye-catching membership recharge activities on the flyer, such as free coffee and drinks with trial cards, and immediately felt a bit overwhelmed.

Such a simple and unpretentious way of advertising.

"Don't laugh, we've already printed it, we can't let it go to waste, let's go." Bei Wei grabbed Zhang Yang's hand and tried to pull him outside.

A moment later, Zhang Yang, carrying flyers, accompanied Bei Wei at the entrance of the commercial district, handing out flyers to everyone they met.

It's not much different from swimming or exercising.

"Book cafe opening: get a free drink with your voucher."

"Want to check out the bookstore's opening promotions?"

Zhang Yang's tone was devoid of any emotion as he mechanically handed out the flyers.

Bei Wei watched from the side and chuckled softly.

"Honey, you need to be approachable, otherwise people won't buy into it."

"Really? Look at me." Zhang Yang didn't believe it at all.

Because he just sent photos to several guys, and, well, guys with female companions. With his looks, it's no wonder they're wary and suspicious.

So he specifically targeted girls to send the messages.

"Come on, take a look." Zhang Yang skipped a bunch of words, walked up to a girl, and handed her a flyer directly.

"Where is this... this book cafe? Is this the one? When did it open?" The girl looked at Zhang Yang, her eyes lighting up immediately. She stopped and kept asking questions. "Are you the owner or...?"

After just a few simple words, the girl immediately wanted to sign up for a membership card.

"Here, I got you one." A moment later, Zhang Yang smiled and walked towards Bei Wei.

"You're cheating, huh?" Bei Wei protested sourly. "I want to flirt with girls in front of me together."

It was nearing noon, and people were coming and going around the area.

Zhang Yang and Bei Wei stood in the crowd, each with their own task, quickly distributing leaflets.

Not far away, Manager Zhou from the property management company and several young men and women from the property management office walked by and happened to see Zhang Yang handing out flyers. They were all stunned.

"Mr. Zhang?"

"Is Mr. Zhang helping his girlfriend hand out flyers?" Several young women from the property management company had their eyes sparkling.

Mr. Zhang, who owns office buildings and commercial districts and earns tens of millions of yuan in rent annually, is actually willing to accompany his girlfriend to hand out flyers?

What a handsome, rich, and devoted boyfriend!

"Mr. Zhang, Mr. Zhang, let us help you send it." From Manager Zhou to several property staff members, they swarmed over, offering to help Zhang Yang without saying a word.

In the blink of an eye, the line of people handing out flyers had grown.

"Come on in, let's check it out. It's a newly opened book cafe, and they're having some events."

"Handsome guy, take a look, here, thank you."

Manager Zhou and several young men and women were all trying their best to impress Zhang Yang.

At this time, besides employees, it's not uncommon for company owners in the office building to pass by unintentionally and see Mr. Zhang, the owner of the office building, and a group of property management staff standing there handing out flyers.

Everyone was incredibly curious.

"Mr. Zhang, you actually sent this out personally?"

"My girlfriend owns a shop, help me promote it. Oh, and take some back with you." Zhang Yang handed over a stack of items without further ado.

The other company boss quickly accepted the gift with both hands, then glanced at the bookstore/cafe not far away, already understanding the situation.

Putting aside other considerations, with some company help with promotion, sending a flower basket for the grand opening, or purchasing membership cards as employee benefits, there shouldn't be any problem at all.

Many hands make light work.

The thick stack of single pages was cleared out in no time.

"You've all worked so hard. Here, let me treat you to dinner," Zhang Yang said with a smile, looking at Manager Zhou and the others who had just been working exceptionally well.

"No, no, Mr. Zhang, you're busy, you're busy," Manager Zhou hurriedly and politely declined.

Mr. Zhang's girlfriend is right here; they'll naturally have that kind of awareness.

A moment later, they scattered.

"Let's go eat." Zhang Yang looked at Bei Wei. "Look, Yuanman sent you all the flyers. By the way, that should be all, right?"

"What, are you worried I'll keep using you as free labor? Don't worry, I've already paid you all off." Bei Wei smiled and hugged her. "Come on, I'll treat you to something nice."

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Within the vast commercial district, a long row of shops stretched out. Nearby office workers streamed along the streets.

Bei Wei treated Zhang Yang to a meal, and they went to a noodle shop.

The noodle shop has a trendy, Instagrammable decor and is always packed with customers; business is booming.

"I've eaten here several times; the freshly stir-fried toppings are delicious." Bei Wei and Zhang Yang stood in front of the retro menu handwritten in chalk on a blackboard, looking at the menu covering the wall together.

"Honey, what would you like to eat?"

"Anything's fine with me, you just order for me," Zhang Yang said with a smile, putting his arm around the sweet girl.

"Okay, leave it all to me." Bei Wei patted her chest, confidently taking orders.

"Boss, one fried pork chop and one scallion-grilled pork chop, please."

"One bowl each of clam and pork liver noodles and spicy pork noodles, please."

How much is it in total?

"88." The cashier took out the number plate and placed it on the counter with a snap.

In the afternoon, Zhang Yang and Bei Wei sat facing each other, chatting and eating lunch.

Amidst the noisy surroundings, the two chatted and laughed, as if they had been transported back to the days when they ate together at a company.

"Here, try this, and this too." Bei Wei kept piling toppings into Zhang Yang's bowl with her chopsticks, while the toppings in her own bowl were getting less and less.

Zhang Yang accepted all comers and tacitly enjoyed this subtle warmth.

To be honest, the toppings at this restaurant are really great. Take the clam and pork liver noodles, for example: the sauce is rich and flavorful, the clams are plump, and the pork liver is tender.

As for fried pork chops and grilled pork chops with scallions, they each have their own merits.

The delicacies might not be anything special, but Zhang Yang thoroughly enjoyed this meal.

"Let me wipe your mouth." Bei Wei picked up a tissue with her slender, white hand and handed it to Zhang Yang to wipe the corners of his mouth.

"Alright, alright, I can do it myself." Zhang Yang smiled, shook Bei Wei's hand, and took the tissue to wipe it. "By the way, how's Bei Jiajia doing with her dad?"

"They've made a fortune these past few months and are now preparing to open a new store in Rong City," Bei Wei whispered. "He's already acquiring the Mao Roast Duck business."

Bei Tianfu, a veteran in the catering industry, certainly had a keen sense of opportunity. He had long seen that the popularity of Mao Roast Duck was just a passing fad, so he focused on making money as quickly as possible, and then decisively scaled back the business as needed.

"Speaking of Bei Jiajia, she took my car this morning and said she'd return it before noon," Bei Wei added.

"She drove the car away?" Zhang Yang shook his head. "Next time, lend less."

It's not that he's stingy; he has no problem lending money. But cars are different. If something goes wrong with a car, even a small one, it will still waste time and cause problems.

Bei Wei drives very steadily.

But Bei Jiajia is a bit unruly... Anyway, Zhang Yang is a little worried about her.

"Don't worry, it's only once in a while. Bei Jiajia knows what she's doing," Bei Wei said with a smile. "I'll make a phone call... oh?"

It was quite a coincidence that she had just taken out her phone.

My phone rang.

"The car should have been returned." Bei Wei looked up and smiled, then answered her phone. "Hello, Jiajia?"

She had barely said a few words when her smile seemed to freeze.

"What? Now?"

"Where are you?"

"Okay, okay, by the way, Zhang Yang is here too."

Zhang Yang sat opposite, and vaguely heard what sounded like a shout coming from the last part of the phone call, "Brother-in-law is here too! That's great! Come quickly!"

"Did I guess right?" Zhang Yang asked, blinking.

"It really is." Bei Wei nodded blankly, then looked at Zhang Yang as if she had done something wrong, "Honey, I definitely won't lend that car next time."

"It's a small problem, let's go." Zhang Yang smiled, not dwelling on the issue. "We'll talk about it as we walk."

They got up, left the store, and headed to get their car to go to Bei Jiajia's place.

Along the way, Bei Wei explained the whole story.

There's not much to say, it was just a rear-end collision.

"What car were you chasing?" Zhang Yang asked casually.

"She didn't say anything just now, let me ask," Bei Wei quickly asked on WeChat.

Then, a message came back.

Bei Wei glanced at it, then silently raised her head.

"What kind of car? It's not a Rolls-Royce, is it?" Zhang Yang asked casually.

"Honey, I was wrong," Bei Wei obediently admitted her mistake.

"This girl..." Zhang Yang chuckled and shook his head. "It's alright, the insurance is more than enough. Go and take a look."

A moment later, the two boarded the Cullinan, ready to go and check out the site.

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A few moments earlier, on a roadside near the Yunheng Building.

A black Phantom was parked quietly, and behind it, a Porsche Panamera brushed against its rear end.

The rear door of the Phantom was still closed. Only the person who looked like the driver got out of the car and ran to the back of the vehicle, where he squatted down.

"How do you drive?!"

"It's clearly because you were driving too slowly, okay?" Bei Jiajia glanced at the Rolls-Royce Phantom, a little guilty, but her words weren't weak at all. "Besides, it's not like we don't have insurance, we can just drive however we want!"

"You... do you know how much trouble you've caused us? Can you afford the losses?"

"What's been delayed? You stay and handle the problem, your boss is taking a taxi now, what could be delayed? Don't try to bluff me," Bei Jiajia retorted defiantly.

Many pedestrians stopped to watch the spectacle along the roadside.

"Wow, this young girl is brave. This is Phantom; I wonder what kind of big shot is sitting here."

"Judging from her car, it's Panamera. Maybe she's a rich kid too?"

"So what? But he's a Rolex, can you compare? Besides, looking at that woman's slim waist and long legs, she might not necessarily be a rich kid. She might be driving her boyfriend's car."

Passersby were talking about it.

The rear door of the Phantom slowly opened.

A man poked his head out; he didn't look very old. "Uncle Sun, what's going on?"

"Young Master Lin, there's been a rear-end collision. This young lady was driving." The driver pointed directly at Bei Jiajia, and then whispered something to her.

The man followed the gaze and looked at Bei Jiajia.

"What are you looking at? Just follow the procedures. It's just a rear-end collision, don't bring up anything else. Don't think you can bully me just because I'm a little girl." Bei Jiajia spoke up directly.

"Little sister, you're going a bit too far." The man chuckled and got out of the car. "You think it's just about fixing the car? Do you know that once this car is repaired, its value decreases significantly, and it becomes an accident vehicle?"

"I don't care about any of that, I'll just wait for the traffic police and the insurance company to arrive." Bei Jiajia shook her head, thought for a moment, and then lowered her head to make a phone call.

"Aren't you being a bit too arrogant?" The man narrowed his eyes, a smile playing on his lips, before overhearing Bei Jiajia's phone conversation. "Hmm? The meaning behind this call... you still have something to rely on?"

"Let me tell you, my brother-in-law is here, don't try to scare me with these things." Bei Jiajia seemed to suddenly feel more confident.

This is completely different from when she was trying to appear calm.

"Oh ho, so you mean your backer has arrived, huh?" the man chuckled.