Unrivaled Financial Power of a Brother-in-Law

Bei Jiajia looked at Gao Cong's stunned expression and found it somewhat amusing.

"Alright, let's go. I'm afraid it'll scare you if I tell you, you'll see when we get there." She waved her hand, opened the car door, and got into the passenger seat.

Gao Cong stood there, completely bewildered.

"You scared me, what do you mean?"

But at this moment, he couldn't ask any further questions, so he simply got into the car and put on a warm smile.

"Jiajia, shall we go?"

"Okay, let's go. Don't keep my sister and brother-in-law waiting." Bei Jiajia said casually.

Among those traveling with them were Bei Jiajia's older sister and brother-in-law, something Bei Jiajia had mentioned earlier, so Gao Cong wasn't surprised. However, he also knew that Bei Jiajia was an only child, and this older sister was probably a cousin or something similar.

"By the way, what does your sister do in Magic City?" Gao Cong asked with a smile as he drove.

"My sister, my sister is so carefree." Bei Jiajia said casually from the passenger seat, "She runs a bookstore cafe in Magic City, and she doesn't have much to do every day. Well, it's mainly because my brother-in-law is amazing. He opened that shop for my sister to pass the time."

"Your brother-in-law?" Gao Cong glanced at Bei Jiajia. "My brother-in-law is in Magic City..."

He asked tentatively.

"My brother-in-law?" Bei Jiajia smiled, tilted her head back, and stared blankly for a moment. "A businessman. I can't really say for sure."

"Hard to say?" Gao Cong blinked, silently pondering the words.

What are you doing? You can't even explain yourself in one sentence.

The two chatted casually along the way, with Gao Cong mostly initiating the conversation.

Bei Jiajia wasn't deliberately being stingy with her words, but she just wasn't very enthusiastic about chatting.

Gao Cong was already used to all of this.

After an unknown amount of time, the car arrived at Pudong International Airport. Bei Jiajia asked Gao Cong to drive straight to the VVIP private jet terminal.

Zhang Yang had already made arrangements with her, and she would be accompanied by a designated person upon arrival.

"The private jet VIP lounge, a private jet?" Gao Cong rolled down the car window and looked up outside.

Bei Jiajia didn't reply; she was busy contacting the person she was in contact with.

A moment later, the two got out of the car and walked towards the business jet terminal, where people from the general aviation company were already waiting at the entrance.

"Are you Ms. Bei?" A staff member wearing a name tag greeted her.

Bei Jiajia nodded with a smile.

The staff quickly helped drag the luggage.

Bei Jiajia felt at ease because she knew that these were employees of the general aviation company her brother-in-law's private jet was affiliated with.

She wasn't a complete novice either. Ever since she learned that Zhang Yang owned a private jet, she had secretly brushed up on her knowledge and knew that the annual maintenance cost of a private jet was astronomical, and that the annual affiliation fee to the general aviation company alone was a huge sum.

Therefore, she felt that the service at that moment was what she should do.

But Gao Cong, standing to the side, couldn't contain himself and had a whole host of questions to ask.

"Jiajia, is that really a private jet?"

He lowered his voice and asked.

Actually, the price of chartering a private jet isn't an insurmountable figure for him. But for ordinary personal travel, he wouldn't consider chartering a private jet; at most, he'd opt for business class or even first class.

It seems that Bei Jiajia's brother-in-law is really not simple.

"A private jet? Can your imagination run wild?" Bei Jiajia was intrigued and wanted to see Gao Cong's reaction.

Gao Cong's confidence in pursuing him all along has only stemmed from his wealthy family background, hasn't it?

How much thicker can it get?

If we don't let him see for himself, he'll really take his family's wealth seriously.

"A little more imagination?" Gao Cong's eyes widened, an unbelievable thought popping into his head, "Could it be... could it be a private jet?"

His voice was trembling.

Bei Jiajia glanced at him with a smile.

"Young Master Gao, you finally got it right. Please don't act like a child next time, always tattling and saying I'm neglecting you... My brother-in-law was generous this time and let me give you a ride, but not next time."

She left after saying that, turning around and walking away on her own.

Gao Cong stood there, staring blankly at the receding figure in front of him, and then, as if waking from a dream, he quickly chased after it.

"Jiajia, Jiajia, wait for me!"

Because it was a private jet, people could leave as soon as they arrived, so the two of them didn't enjoy the many thoughtful services in the VIP lounge. Instead, they went directly to the VIP passage to the business jet parking area.

Not far away, the Cessna CJ4 was parked quietly.

Under the sunlight, the fuselage gleamed with a metallic luster, exuding an indescribable and imposing aura.

Yes, although this aircraft cannot compare to the Gulfstream, which is worth hundreds of millions of dollars, it lacks that breathtaking size and luxury.

However, at least for ordinary people with some wealth.

Its impact is still overwhelming.

Gao Cong stood there, his heart pounding, swallowing hard on the spot.

"Don't back down!"

He vaguely sensed that Bei Jiajia's actions were perhaps a way of putting her in her place.

If they back down, then there really won't be any more developments.

"What are you standing there for? Let's go!" Bei Jiajia turned around and waved, while looking up at the plane in front of her.

Actually, it was the first time she had ever seen this private jet.

A private jet?!

A term that seems unattainable to ordinary people, far more distant than luxury cars and mansions, has now appeared right before their eyes.

What words could she use to describe her feelings at this moment?

Shocked, speechless... or perhaps, a deep-seated envy?

Outside the cabin stairs, a poised flight attendant greeted the two with a smile.

Bei Jiajia boarded the plane with great anticipation and immediately spotted the figure sitting by the window.

"Sister, brother-in-law!"

She happily rushed over.

Behind him, Gao Cong followed somewhat awkwardly, and then watched as Bei Jiajia rushed to the side of the figure not far away.

The man, sitting by the window, turned around with a smile.

The light streaming through the porthole shone on his handsome, tall figure, making him appear so dazzling that it was almost blinding.

"Is this her brother-in-law?" Gao Cong murmured.

He saw Bei Jiajia wave at him, so he quickly composed himself and prepared to go up and say hello.

"Brother-in-law, this is Gao Cong." Bei Jiajia introduced him as she sat down in the seat behind Zhang Yang. "Brother-in-law, this plane of yours is really big!"

"Big? You could say spacious, but not really," Zhang Yang chuckled casually, extending his hand. "Xiao Gao, right? Welcome, my Zhang Yang."

"Hello, brother-in-law!" Gao Cong quickly extended his hand and greeted him hurriedly.

Although he had repeatedly told himself not to be reserved, at this moment, facing the man in front of him who exuded immense wealth and was clearly not an ordinary person, he still chickened out.

"Okay, please sit wherever you like." Zhang Yang smiled, exchanged a few pleasantries, then looked away and continued talking to Bei Wei.

"How dare you call me brother-in-law?" Bei Jiajia asked, her face raised, somewhat displeased.

"Jiajia, you're still a guest, don't be like that!" Zhang Yang looked at Bei Jiajia and reminded her.

"Hmph, only I can call him brother-in-law, he can't just leech off me," Bei Jiajia said angrily.

Zhang Yang found it amusing, thinking to himself that the title of "brother-in-law" wasn't exclusive to him; many others did as well.

However, he just smiled and didn't say anything.

Meanwhile, Gao Cong's face flushed red, and he sat down in the back row, his face burning.

Now that everyone was present, preparations for takeoff began. A short while later, a fair-skinned and beautiful flight attendant came over to ask for instructions.

"Mr. Zhang, the flight is three hours long, everything is ready, shall we take off now?"

"Let's take off." Zhang Yang waved his hand.

Moments later, the Cessna lifted off the ground and soared into the sky.

In just a short while, the ground gradually moved away, and the sky became very close.

Zhang Yang sat by the porthole, looking at the vast expanse of clouds outside, feeling exceptionally content. The several-hour flight, with its naps and casual chats, would pass in the blink of an eye.

It's really amazing to think about it; I set off from Magic City and landed in the northern countryside.

One advantage of having a large group is that it's less boring.

If there were no other people around, he probably would have spent the time on the plane chatting with the flight attendants to pass the time. But right now, Bei Jiajia's excited voice could be heard from time to time in the cabin.

"Brother-in-law, brother-in-law, can we connect to the internet?" Bei Jiajia stood up from the back seat and asked, leaning on Zhang Yang's shoulder without any hesitation.

"Sure, there's Wi-Fi on board," Zhang Yang replied casually.

Bei Jiajia immediately took out her phone with delight, connected to the airplane's Wi-Fi, and then started taking pictures without any hesitation.

Then, I posted it on my WeChat Moments.

[A different kind of New Year's Eve: Heading to Mohe to see the Northern Lights]

She didn't need to deliberately mention that she was on a private jet; she could simply take a casual selfie of herself sitting by the window.

The photo clearly shows the cabin layout, and it's obvious to anyone with a discerning eye that it's not a commercial airliner.

Naturally, among the likes and comments, many people kept asking questions.

At this point, all she needs to do is casually mention, "My brother-in-law's private jet," and she can put on a very sophisticated act.

The key is that no matter who's sour, they can only swallow their sourness.

After all, you can mutter something like, "What's so great about that?" But this is a private jet! If you don't believe me, go and ride in one yourself.

Throughout the entire flight, Gao Cong sat quietly in the back seat.

They were in a state where they barely dared to breathe.

He didn't know how many times he had secretly glanced at the figure in front of him.

Wow, that's a real expert!

Every move he makes exudes an immense aura.

During the flight, he even overheard the man making several phone calls.

On the phone, they're always talking about deals worth hundreds of millions.

In any other scenario, if he heard someone else making such a call, he might roll his eyes and think the person was just showing off. But right now, sitting on this person's private jet, listening to him make all sorts of calls, discussing deals worth hundreds of millions, he's doing this.

This is another state of mind.

It turns out, Bei Jiajia's brother-in-law is actually this kind of person...

Suddenly, Gao Cong, who had always prided himself on his wealthy family background, felt a surge of inferiority and shame.

"No, I have to strike up a conversation." Gao Cong clenched his fist, mustering his courage.

Just as he was about to speak, he saw Bei Jiajia getting close to her brother-in-law in a very intimate manner.

He didn't know why, but a strange pang of sadness welled up inside him.

How could this be... that's her brother-in-law... No, no, I can't think of anything else, how could I think of anything else!

He increasingly felt like he was a worthless person.

Zhang Yang was sitting in his seat, chatting briefly with the friend he was going to meet later.

This guy's name is Wen Yu. The name sounds like it's gentle and refined, but in reality, his WeChat Moments are full of fun activities. He enjoys sports like sports cars and motorcycles, boxing, skiing, mountaineering, and rock climbing. He's into all sorts of sports, and he looks quite tall and sunny in the photos.

The first impression was good.

"Brother Zhang, my elder brother personally instructed me that if I'm even slightly negligent, he'll punish me. Please put in a good word for me later," Wen Yu kept saying on WeChat.

Zhang Yang smiled as he replied, thinking that Wen Yu really knew how to speak; she had subtly spoken up for that person.

To be honest, that guy who started his business in Northeast China has even more assets than Li Xingyu's family. Compared to that famous young master Wang, who also comes from Northeast China, he is no less powerful. It's just that he is low-key and not well-known.

Zhang Yang put down his phone and looked out the porthole.

In the far distance, the city skyline can be faintly seen.

A vast expanse of white snow could be vaguely seen on the ground.

At this very moment, the Northeast is already covered in heavy snow, and the weather is unbelievably cold.

With less than half an hour until landing, he turned around and reminded everyone to put on their down jackets.

"Don't worry, brother-in-law, I'm all bundled up." Bei Jiajia had already put on what she needed to wear, and was completely wrapped in a down jacket.

Bei Wei also wrapped herself in a down jacket, fully prepared and ready to land.

As for Zhang Yang himself, he only wore a few extra layers to avoid drawing too much attention.

"Jiajia, let me help you put on your scarf," Gao Cong said, busy trying to be helpful. As for himself, he had already wrapped himself in a Canada Goose.

"What are you doing?" Bei Jiajia muttered in Rong City dialect, "Can't I do it myself? Why do I need you to do it? And we still have a long time before we land, and you're already wrapping yourself in a scarf? Are you trying to make me die of heat?"

Gao Cong stood awkwardly to the side, somewhat at a loss.

"Never mind, give it to me." Zhang Yang stepped forward and took the scarf from Gao Cong's hand. "Come here."

He waved to Bei Jiajia.

Immediately, Bei Jiajia obediently stepped forward and stood in front of Zhang Yang, waiting.

Zhang Yang casually wrapped a scarf around Bei Jiajia's neck.

Throughout the entire process, Bei Jiajia stood obediently in front of Zhang Yang, letting him do whatever he wanted; she was as well-behaved as could be.

Gao Cong stood aside, watching this scene with longing, feeling incredibly envious.

It's true, comparisons are odious... why doesn't he get this kind of treatment?

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Bei Jiajia rolled her eyes at Gao Cong. "You have a problem with that?"

"No, no," Gao Cong quickly waved his hand, his words stammering slightly. "I have no objection. By the way, how does this scarf fit you... is it hot?"

"It's not hot at all, it's just right," Bei Jiajia said without hesitation.

"Not hot? Good, good, not hot is good." Gao Cong muttered to himself, not knowing what else to say.

Isn't it obvious that Bei Jiajia herself felt hot, but now that her brother-in-law is on her side, she doesn't feel hot anymore?

Great, that's wonderful.

He felt no jealousy or resentment, because he knew he was unworthy.