In the Bag

Du Xiaochen's supercar club is really just a hobby; he doesn't have any intention of recruiting many members or expanding the business.

However, although the membership is small, any one of them could easily be worth dozens of members in other supercar clubs, making it extremely valuable.

Zhang Yang's joining is a major event for the supercar club, marking the start of a new chapter.

A dinner party is naturally a must in the evening.

Coincidentally, a Cantonese restaurant invested in by one of our members had just opened, so we decided to go there for dinner that night.

Near Lujiazui Riverside Financial City.

In the Cantonese Elegance Pavilion, a large number of supercars were parked in the parking lot.

Along the roadside in the distance, passersby stopped in their tracks, staring at the scene before them with astonishment and shock.

"My God! I've never seen so many supercars in my life!"

"Lamborghini Aventador, McLaren P1, LaFerrari, and even Bugatti... wait, Apollo?!"

Amid gasps of shock, everyone raised their phones to take pictures and share them on social media.

Zhang Yang got off the Apollo EVO and looked at the newly opened Cantonese restaurant in front of him.

The restaurant is decorated in black and gold, and it's very upscale. Rumor has it they even poached the former head chef from Lei Garden to be their head chef, and the investment is said to be tens of millions.

The group chatted and laughed as they entered the restaurant.

The restaurant is consistent inside and out, with a stylish and luxurious interior design.

The restaurant's owner, Zhao Rui, comes from a family business that operates in agriculture and animal husbandry, primarily involved in a vertically integrated pig farming industry. He's known as the "Pork Prince." While the nickname might be a bit unflattering, his family's business is among the top in the domestic pork farming industry, easily producing millions of pigs a year.

Zhao Rui waved, and the restaurant manager jogged over, bowing and scraping.

Young Master Zhao gave a few instructions, then smiled and invited everyone to the largest private room at the back.

The private room is very large; it can easily accommodate dozens of people.

"Brother Zhang, Brother Zhang, please sit at the head table."

"Yes, yes, Brother Zhang, please have a seat."

The group pushed and shoved, insisting that Zhang Yang sit at the head table.

Zhang Yang reluctantly sat down.

Just as I sat down, a figure, accompanied by a fragrant breeze, also sat down beside me.

"Brother Zhang, can I sit here?" the girl asked with a smile.

"Du Yuno?" Zhang Yang blinked and blurted out.

"It's Lin Yinuo." Lin Yinuo blushed deeply. "Brother Zhang, don't joke with me."

"You can be my sister if you want," Du Xiaochen said with a smile as she sat down beside her. "Dye your hair back to its original color, dress more ladylike, and my parents probably won't mind having another daughter."

"My parents mind!" Lin Yinuo rolled her eyes at Du Xiaochen, like a kitten suddenly bristling.

However, when she looked at Zhang Yang, she became docile and smiled at him, deliberately behaving like a lady.

But who is Zhang Yang? Couldn't he see through her feigned ladylike act?

Honestly, this type of girl is best suited to rolling her eyes, sticking out her tongue, and having a look of utterly humiliated.

And those twin ponytails, I wonder what it would feel like to have one pulled from behind while the other is pulled.

"Brother Zhang, we haven't exchanged contact information yet." Lin Yinuo took out her phone and looked at Zhang Yang with anticipation.

Zhang Yang smiled and casually placed his business card on the table.

Immediately, several phones on the table crowded around to scan the QR code and add the person as a friend.

Lin Yinuo happily added Zhang Yang as a friend, and then sent him a playful emoji.

"How old are you?" Zhang Yang asked casually.

"Huh?" Lin Yinuo blushed, looked around, and then quickly took out her phone and typed a few words.

Zhang Yang was a little confused; did it really have to be so complicated to say his age?

Then I received the message.

36D

"36D? Really?" Zhang Yang looked at her in surprise. "I mean, how old are you?"

"Ah?" Lin Yinuo blushed even more and whispered, "Nineteen."

"Only nineteen?" Zhang Yang exclaimed. He only remembered a few keywords about Lin Yinuo.

Twin tails, 19, 36D.

Want to ride

As evening fell, the group drank and chatted, enjoying a table laden with classic Cantonese dishes.

The wine was Romanée-Conti from Montrachet Grand Cru, costing 90,000 per bottle, and the dishes were also Cantonese delicacies, including abalone with soft-boiled filling, abalone sauce with fish maw, and black truffle pigeon with shark fin soup... a whole variety of dishes were served.

"Brother Zhang, let me toast you. Welcome to the club, Brother Zhang." Du Xiaochen raised his glass, stood up, and bowed to offer a toast.

"You're too kind, Xiaochen." Zhang Yang raised his glass in return.

As soon as Du Xiaochen finished offering a toast, the others rushed to do the same.

Although Du Xiaochen was extremely secretive about Zhang Yang's background and didn't reveal anything, she wasn't stupid.

This aura, this demeanor, and that Patek Philippe he casually wears on his wrist—all of these things indirectly demonstrate Mr. Zhang's boundless wealth.

In addition, Du Xiaochen was both giving away cars and acting like a subordinate.

Therefore, there is no doubt that their strength far surpasses theirs.

"Brother Zhang, let's hang out sometime sometime."

"Brother Zhang, this is for you."

Zhao Rui, the "Pork Prince," also came over with a glass of wine and smiled, "Brother Zhang, how's the food? My chef's skills are top-notch, aren't they?"

"Getting a Michelin star is no problem," Zhang Yang said with a smile, clinking glasses with him.

"Thank you for your kind words, Brother Zhang." Zhao Rui immediately beamed. "Actually, Brother Zhang, you may not know this, but although my shop hasn't been open for long, it's already ranked among the top in the local market."

"What ranking?" Zhang Yang asked curiously.

A burst of laughter erupted around him. "Brother Zhang, his list isn't anything special. It's a local Cantonese restaurant list, sorted by price from highest to lowest. His restaurant, with an average cost of several thousand yuan per person, is definitely among the top."

"My shop... isn't aimed at ordinary people," Zhao Rui said with a smile.

His expression held no hint of pride; he was simply stating a fact: a store with an investment of tens of millions, positioned for business banquets, offering low prices—when would it ever break even?

After finishing the round of drinks, Lin Yinuo refilled Zhang Yang's glass that he had left on the table.

"Brother Zhang, want to have a drink with me?" Lin Yinuo asked expectantly.

"Sure," Zhang Yang said, raising his glass.

Lin Yinuo quickly and happily raised her glass with both hands, carefully touched it to hers, and then took small sips.

After just one small sip, her cheeks immediately flushed slightly, as if she couldn't hold her liquor.

Later that evening, Zhang Yang's phone, which was lying next to him, suddenly lit up.

He glanced at it and his expression immediately lit up with joy.

The message was sent by Zhou Zhaodong.

After a week, Zhou Zhaodong's team finally completed the acquisition of the Vantone Bank Tower.

Acquisition amount: 5.8 billion

With this, Zhang Yang finally acquired the Vantone Bank Tower, a small landmark along the Huangpu River, part of the Lujiazui skyline, and home to the world's largest single-building LED screen.

Life has turned a new page.

Zhang Yang was overwhelmed with emotion, and his face lit up with joy.

In his excitement, his hand under the table instinctively grabbed the smooth, delicate thigh beside him.

"Ah!" Lin Yinuo gasped softly, her cheeks instantly flushing red. "Brother Zhang... Brother Zhang? You're hurting me!"

She lowered her voice and said.

Zhang Yang snapped out of his daze, quickly apologized, and removed his hand.

Fortunately, he now has complete control over his strength, and he didn't use any force when he grabbed it just now. Otherwise, he probably would have torn off a large chunk of skin and flesh from that leg.

Even so, a large red handprint appeared on that fair thigh in the blink of an eye.

Lin Yinuo was in so much pain she almost cried.

"Brother Zhang... why are you so excited? Is something good happening?"

"Great news, really great news." Zhang Yang looked at the large red handprint on Lin Yinuo's leg and felt very guilty. "Um... wait a minute, let me help you relieve it."

Lin Yinuo her small mouth, about to speak, when she suddenly trembled.

Because a hand had already covered her thigh.

"Brother Zhang... you... you're too hasty," she said, blushing.

"Don't speak." Zhang Yang gently pressed on Lin Yinuo's leg, lightly massaging to loosen the bruising.

Now that he's a master who has mastered the strengths of many schools of thought, he has a thorough understanding of the human body's structure. For him, moving his own Qi and blood to help others improve blood circulation and remove blood stasis is as easy as lifting a finger.

In just a moment, his hand became burning hot.

Lin Yinuo blushed and lowered her head slightly, but gradually, her eyes showed surprise.

Because the hand didn't knead, stroke, caress, or grope as she had imagined... Okay, she admits, she had a lot of inner monologues.

The hand simply covered her thigh, and a burning heat emanated from its palm.

In just a short while, the pain in her leg disappeared completely.

"Alright, that's enough." Zhang Yang removed his hand.

The handprint that was so noticeable on her long, white legs has vanished without a trace, leaving them smooth and white again.

He thought for a moment, then went up and touched it a couple more times.

This time, her leg trembled slightly, and she actually let him touch it.

"How are you feeling?" Zhang Yang asked.

"It feels..." Lin Yinuo's eyes were a little watery and dreamy, "It feels very comfortable."

"No... I meant if it hurts." Zhang Yang said, amused.

Lin Yinuo suddenly realized what was happening, her eyes filled with embarrassment. "It doesn't hurt anymore... Brother Zhang, what I meant was, the massage you gave me felt good."

Zhang Yang and Lin Yinuo were fiddling around under the table and talking in hushed tones.

Du Xiaochen, who was watching from the side, was completely confused.

"Lin Yinuo, what are you and Brother Zhang whispering about here? What's comfortable... where's comfortable?"

"Mind your own business!" Lin Yinuo suddenly looked up, glaring at Du Xiaochen with annoyance, as if she had instantly transformed into a ferocious little beast.

"Okay, okay, I don't care, I won't bother you and Brother Zhang." Du Xiaochen chuckled.

A moment later, Du Xiaochen leaned close to Zhang Yang's ear.

"Brother, Lin Yinuo has a fiery temper, and no one can control her, but... she might still be a budding flower... Brother, you'd better hurry, or things might change if she goes abroad to study and comes back."

Zhang Yang felt that Du Xiaochen's words were a bit too absolute.

Although many girls get ruined when they go abroad, there are always some who remain chaste, right?

"She's still a little sister in your club, how can you talk about her like that?" Zhang Yang glanced at Du Xiaochen.

"Brother, because you're my brother, I don't need to hide anything from him." Du Xiaochen leaned closer again, "Her father had her late in life, she's the apple of his eye, winning her over... wouldn't be a bad deal."

Zhang Yang laughed and cursed, ignoring him.

What kind of people are they?

You're eyeing their property, aren't you? Do you think they're stupid?

After a few rounds of drinks, Zhang Yang got up and went outside for some fresh air.

The restaurant was quite quiet, without the usual bustling atmosphere of a typical restaurant. There were only waiters constantly moving in and out of the private rooms.

Stepping out of the restaurant, he felt the evening breeze, trying to calm the excitement and joy of having just acquired a landmark.

"Finally, I own a building in Pudong," he chuckled.

Zhang Yang lit a cigarette and called Zhou Zhaodong to get more details.

He put down his phone after an unknown amount of time.

At the bottom of the steps, an incredibly cool supercar had stopped sometime earlier. Judging by its wedge-shaped nose and teardrop-shaped windows, was it a Pagani Zonda?

A girl with long, straight black hair stepped out of the passenger seat of the Wind Child. Her legs were narrow and long, and she was wearing a pair of Valentino stiletto heels.

Then the car owner got out.

The boy, with a nonchalant smile, immediately put his arm around the girl's waist.

The two walked up the steps, chatting and laughing as they entered the store.

Zhang Yang only glanced at it.

But when the two people passed by him, the girl seemed to glance at him several times, intentionally or unintentionally.

"Wait a minute?" The boy seemed to notice, suddenly stopped, and turned around.

Then, he stood directly in front of Zhang Yang.

"What's up?" Zhang Yang looked up and asked.

"No... were you looking at my girlfriend just now?" The boy stepped forward, looking at the handsome and tall figure in front of him, his brows furrowing more and more as he looked.

The girl next to him was holding the boy's hand.

"Let's go, I'm hungry."

"No, don't rush, let me find out." The boy gave the girl a look.

The girl immediately shut up.

"I'm asking you a question. Answer me." The boy's tone hardened, his eyes fixed on Zhang Yang. "Did you even look?"

"No... are you looking for trouble?" Zhang Yang chuckled. "I saw it, your girlfriend has such a great figure, isn't she dressed up for others to see? Is there a problem?"

The girl's eyes flickered, but she didn't say anything.

"You son of a bitch..." the boy snapped instantly, revealing his arrogant nature.

"You have such a foul mouth." Zhang Yang raised his hand and slapped him across the face.

Of course, it's still the kind where you restrain yourself.

It wasn't that he was soft-hearted; it was just that if he didn't hold back, this guy would have been slapped to death.

In the quiet outdoor environment, the slap was unusually loud.

The boy covered his mouth, his eyes filled with stars, and he was instantly stunned, his mind going completely blank, as if he couldn't accept what was happening before him.

The girl next to her was also dumbfounded.

"You... you slapped him?"

"He's got a foul mouth, so what if I slapped him?" Zhang Yang said with a faint smile. "He deserved it."

"Do you know who he is?" The girl clutched her chest, glanced at Zhang Yang with a complicated expression, as if sighing, and then quickly helped the boy up.

Are you alright?

"I..." The boy covered his face, wiped his nose, and yelled, "You fucking dare to hit me?"

"Still cursing?" Zhang Yang wasn't about to let it go and immediately slapped him again.