Bowing the Head and Lowering the Eyebrows

"Okay, I got it." Zhang Yang put down his phone and looked at the location Du Xiaochen had just sent.

The meeting was scheduled for the afternoon at a five-star hotel owned by the Ye Family. The Ye Family's Huahai Group has diversified businesses, including the hotel and tourism industry.

As for this hotel, it is a relatively long-established five-star hotel in Magic City.

I hadn't paid attention to it before, but when I looked at it today, I realized it was also a business of Huahai Group.

The agreed meeting time was 3 PM.

At noon, Zhang Yang cooked a meal at home himself.

"Tsk, the specs need to be upgraded." He muttered to himself.

Now he possesses enormous assets and considerable wealth, yet in Magic City, the very place where he rose to prominence, he doesn't even own a villa, which is somewhat unreasonable.

The Beijing has its Beijing Manor, Hangzhou has its Peach Blossom Spring.

In this Magic City, whether it's the Tan Palace, the Huazhou Junting, or at the very least, the Sheshan Manor.

No matter how you try to persuade them, there has to be some kind of set of rules.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be commensurate with his current financial resources and assets.

"I'll get a set another day," Zhang Yang said.

In the afternoon, Zhang Yang drove his Cullinan to the Ye Family's five-star hotel.

Although the Apollo is cool, supercars are not convenient for daily driving. As for being flashy, enjoying the attention from others occasionally is enough; Zhang Yang isn't into that.

The Cullinan, on the other hand, is much more low-key.

It was just before 3 p. m. at the Pudong Chenghai International Hotel.

Zhang Yang got out of the car and went straight to the hotel lobby.

Among the Magic City five-star hotels in Shanghai, Chenghai International Hotel enjoys considerable popularity due to its superior location.

Moreover, it appears to have been renovated just a year ago.

Stepping into the hotel lobby, guests checking in and the receptionists were all busy working in an orderly manner.

The surroundings are bright and clean, with a stylish design, and it definitely looks like it was recently renovated.

Zhang Yang had no interest in looking at other people's hotels, so he went straight to the elevator and headed to the tea bar on the sixth floor.

A moment later, outside a private room in the tea bar.

"Huh?"

Zhang Yang suddenly spotted a figure he vaguely recognized at the doorway.

That long, straight black hair, and those slender, shapely legs and hips taut under that bodycon skirt—isn't that Tao Zhan's girlfriend from last night?

Is this... someone running to the door to greet guests?

"You?" Zhang Yang looked him up and down.

"Hello, Mr. Zhang." The girl's expression immediately turned flustered upon seeing Zhang Yang, her eyelashes trembling wildly.

Zhang Yang stopped and looked around, smiled casually, and walked into the private room.

There were only two people in the private room.

One of them was Tao Zhan, who was still making threats last night. The other was sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Judging from his back, he was tall and slender with an extraordinary air about him.

"Young Master Zhang?" The figure turned around, exuding a dashing air.

"It's me," Zhang Yang said casually.

"I've heard that Young Master Zhang is incredibly handsome, and it's true." The young man enthusiastically extended his hand. "My name is Ye Junyi, and I'm Tao Zhan's brother-in-law. I heard that this kid and Young Master Zhang had a bit of a misunderstanding last night?"

"If you say it's a misunderstanding, then it's a misunderstanding." Zhang Yang smiled and shook hands with him.

"Tao Zhan, don't just stand there!" Ye Junyi looked at Tao Zhan, frowned, and said, "You got yourself into this mess, do I have to teach you how to handle it?"

Tao Zhan struggled for a moment, then lowered his head to pour tea.

"Young Master Zhang, I was ignorant and offended you last night. Please forgive my rudeness and don't hold it against me."

His girlfriend stood obediently to the side, her eyes lowered, not daring to speak.

"What's wrong with your face?" Zhang Yang didn't take the teacup.

"It was my own fault for not having my eyes open; I fell down on my own," Tao Zhan said through gritted teeth.

When he said this, he was clearly not as submissive as he appeared. The teacup in his hand shook violently with excitement, spilling water.

Zhang Yang stared at it intently for a moment.

"Clumsy and clumsy, let your girl come and greet Young Master Zhang." Ye Junyi slapped her across the face, speaking in an unquestionable tone.

"Brother-in-law..." Tao Zhan looked up at him.

"Do I have to repeat myself?" Ye Junyi asked, his tone becoming more forceful.

"I..." Tao Zhan was dumbfounded, glancing at the girl beside him.

The girl was clearly taken aback by this situation, and at a loss for what to do, she called out Tao Zhan's name.

"Forget it," Zhang Yang waved his hand, feigning magnanimity.

"Young Master Zhang, this kid is always causing trouble. I never expected him to be so foolish as to offend you this time. He needs to be taught a lesson." Ye Junyi insisted. "Tao Zhan, hurry up and stop dawdling."

With trembling hands, Tao Zhan made up his mind and handed the teacup to the girl next to him.

"Go, help me..."

The girl bit her lip, picked up her teacup, and walked up to Zhang Yang.

"Young Master Zhang, please have some tea."

"Hmm." Zhang Yang wouldn't go so far as to make things difficult for a girl, and besides, it had nothing to do with her.

Let's leave it at that.

He took the teacup from her hand, his fingertips gliding over the girl's delicate skin.

For a fleeting moment, disbelief and astonishment flashed across the girl's face.

But she hid it well; the expression was fleeting, but Zhang Yang was the only one who caught it.

"Young Master Zhang is so magnanimous," Ye Junyi said with a smile. "Tao Zhan, take your girlfriend out."

"Okay, brother-in-law." Tao Zhan kept his head down, not daring to look at Zhang Yang, and simply grabbed his sister, and the two left the private room first.

In the blink of an eye, the private room was empty except for Ye Junyi and Zhang Yang.

"Young Master Zhang, don't worry about that good-for-nothing." Ye Junyi smiled and invited Zhang Yang to sit down. "That good-for-nothing, I've had enough of cleaning up his messes. If it weren't for his sister, I would have kicked him out long ago."

"This is your brother-in-law, how can you say that?" Zhang Yang said, sitting down.

"If he were more capable, that would be fine," Ye Junyi said nonchalantly. "How could I possibly like a brother-in-law who only knows how to cause me trouble? As for family matters... I'm sorry to have made you laugh, Young Master Zhang."

Zhang Yang should just take Ye Junyi's words with a grain of salt.

No matter how much Ye Junyi disliked his brother-in-law, a brother-in-law was still a brother-in-law. Could he sit idly by and watch outsiders bully his brother-in-law? After all, bullying his brother-in-law was tantamount to disrespecting Ye Junyi.

He's the one who's lost face.

The reason Ye Junyi was able to do these things and say these things in front of him today is because of his financial strength in acquiring the Pudong landmark for a full 5.8 billion yuan.

That kind of financial power is something everyone would be in awe of.

The tea room is right next to the floor-to-ceiling windows, offering an excellent view.

The two sat down, Ye Junyi took the initiative to make tea and offer it to them, appearing to be actively trying to make friends.

You can't hit someone who's smiling at you.

Since the other person was so understanding, Zhang Yang naturally didn't need to put on airs. He should be polite when necessary and consider it making a new friend.

In the afternoon, the two chatted over tea.

Time passed second by second.

"Young Master Zhang, don't leave tonight. We've had such a pleasant conversation, let's continue tonight," Ye Junyi warmly urged. "To be honest, chatting with Young Master Zhang feels like chatting with my dad... I've learned so much."

"What you said is inappropriate. If Chairman Ye finds out, he might object," Zhang Yang said, shaking his head.

"No..." Ye Junyi was taken aback. "Are you kidding me? I admire your vision and knowledge, Young Master Zhang, but you want to be my father..."

"You said it yourself."

"Young Master Zhang, actually I have another request to make." Ye Junyi suddenly changed the subject, saying hesitantly, "I'm not sure if I should say it."

"Tell me what it is first, and I'll listen before I say anything," Zhang Yang said with a smile.

"How about we have some drinks tonight and talk about it then?" Ye Junyi chuckled dryly, just saying it over and over.

He seemed to be keeping things mysterious.

In reality, Zhang Yang wasn't curious at all; he didn't care whether people talked about it or not.

If someone asks for your help, it depends on whether it's reasonable. Does asking mean you have to help? If he doesn't say anything now, he won't press for details... Let's see who can't hold back first.

It was evening, at the Chenghai International Hotel.

Ye Junyi arranged an incredibly lavish meal, with delicacies from land and sea, including abalone and shark fin.

On the table was a bottle of 1958 vintage Five Star Moutai, which was said to have sold for millions at auction.

"It's such a waste to drink this wine," Zhang Yang said after glancing at it.

Who would drink this rare Moutai? Its only purpose is to circulate as a collectible. I never expected that Young Master Ye would actually bring it to the dinner table.

"It's from my dad's liquor cabinet. It's an honor for Young Master Zhang to drink it," Ye Junyi said with a smile, glancing at Tao Zhan beside him. "Tao Zhan, you're in charge of pouring the drinks today. Make sure you keep Brother Zhang happy, understand?"

"Brother-in-law, I understand." Tao Zhan lowered his head and looked meek, having completely transformed into a tool today.

His girlfriend sat to the side, seemingly a little reluctant, and whispered something, probably suggesting that she pour the wine.

"You sit where you want, there's no need for you to come," Tao Zhan said, suddenly becoming a little agitated.

The girl sat down, looking a little aggrieved, without saying a word.

A moment later, their glasses were filled.

"Huh? Where's your girlfriend? Isn't she drinking?" Ye Junyi glanced at Tao Zhan's girlfriend's glass. "Pour her some too."

Upon hearing this, the girl was taken aback and immediately looked at Tao Zhan for help.

"Brother-in-law, Yiyi... she can't drink today," Tao Zhan explained softly.

"No, you have to drink some." Ye Junyi's tone left no room for negotiation.

The girl's face turned pale, and her hands trembled as she removed the glass from her hands. She didn't dare to resist and even took the initiative to get the wine.

"Forget it," Zhang Yang suddenly said. "Don't let people drink during this special time."

He was a man of his word; he could immediately tell the girl's blood and energy levels were abnormal—she was clearly on her period.

Those who should cherish and protect women should still do so.

Upon hearing this, the girl was taken aback at first, then blushed and gave Zhang Yang a grateful look.

Ye Junyi blinked, realizing what was happening.

"I understand, it was my fault, Liu Yi. Then you shouldn't drink anymore. I'll have someone bring up some hot food... Oh, and you should thank Young Master Zhang."

"Thank you, Young Master Zhang," the girl whispered her thanks.

A moment later, the freshly squeezed hot drink was served.

The girl named Liu Yi held the warm drink cup, lowered her head and took a small sip, looking quite satisfied.

"Come on, Young Master Zhang, let's drink until we drop tonight." Ye Junyi raised his glass first and toasted Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang also raised his glass in a gesture of acknowledgment.

Trying to get him drunk is a pipe dream. Even without his special buffs, ten or eight people couldn't get him drunk.

"Young Master Zhang, I'd also like to toast you." Tao Zhan stood up, somewhat recklessly adding, "I'll drink first."

Liu Yi, who was next to him, also stood up subconsciously.

The two of them toasted Zhang Yang together.

"Please sit down," Zhang Yang said casually, taking a small sip of his drink.

As evening fell, waiters moved in and out of the extremely luxurious and elegant private room.

At the dinner table, there was a lively exchange of toasts and drinks.

"Young Master Ye, shouldn't you say what you want to say? If you drink any more, I'm afraid you won't have a chance to say it." Zhang Yang put down his wine glass, and seeing that Ye Junyi seemed to be brewing something, he gave him a slight push.

"Alright, then I'll speak." Ye Junyi thought for a moment, "It's like this, Young Master Zhang, as you know, live-streaming e-commerce is booming now. My family gave me some money to try it out. I heard that you've also been involved in this industry before, Young Master Zhang?"

"You mean Good Goods Select? You invested in them?" Zhang Yang nodded.

Initially, he invested 20 million in Premium Goods because he was optimistic about its future potential. Later, due to a system task, he also encountered a super popular female writer... well, okay, he even took advantage of her.

Finally, he successfully completed any system tasks and smoothly transformed his small business into the now-thriving Soup King Hotpot.

It's fair to say that this Premium Goods did indeed bring him tremendous benefits.

However, later on, because he had too many businesses, and the selection of good products seemed to be running out of steam, coupled with the heavy financial burden and the prospect of reaping the rewards being far off, he simply stopped paying much attention to it.

"Young Master Zhang, have you considered parting with this? The price is negotiable," Ye Junyi tentatively asked.

"I invested in it entirely because I believe in its potential; I've never really considered selling," Zhang Yang said, shaking his head. "It's not like I'm short of that little bit..."

"That's true, no matter how high the price, Young Master Zhang might not be interested." Ye Junyi shook his head and sighed, "I knew all along, my two hundred million really wouldn't be enough to sway Young Master Zhang."

"Two hundred million?" Zhang Yang blinked.

The initial investment in this company was only 20 million... Why is Ye Junyi valuing it so highly?

Based on the current development of Good Goods Select, the platform's growth potential is almost limited in the foreseeable future, unless there is a significant amount of capital poured into it.

Should we make a move now?

Bite!

The system has triggered a selection event.

Option A: Firmly refuse to sell the shares of Good Goods Select, and denounce Ye Junyi for wishful thinking, which infuriates him.

Reward: Evil Intent Converter (can convert others' malice towards the host into cash) (conversion ratio 1:1)

Option B: Agree to sell Good Goods Select shares to Ye Junyi.

Reward: 100 million RMB in cash

Option C: Feign generosity and offer to give away 5% of the shares for free. If the other party politely declines, the host may offer a maximum of 20% of the shares, with the price to be negotiated independently.

Reward: The system shop will be temporarily opened once.

"Damn it," Zhang Yang cursed inwardly.

He quickly apologized to the system.

These three options...

Option one, which already makes him refuse to sell, also requires him to berate Ye Junyi? The most ridiculous thing is that the reward is this damn evil thought converter.

Is he supposed to transform into a sarcastic, scathing critic, making himself an enemy of the world?

No, I won't consider it.

Option two, agreeing to sell shares, is fairly standard; it's basically giving up the Premium Goods, and their future performance is irrelevant to him. As for the reward, it's not bad—one hundred million in cash.

Option three is better.

First, he pretended to be generous and offered 5% of the shares for free. Based on Zhang Yang's first impression of Ye Junyi, it was highly likely that the other party would politely decline, which meant that he was selling no more than 20% of the shares.

As for the price, since it's said to be negotiated independently, I certainly won't lose money.

This option preserves a sliver of hope for the future development of Premium Goods, allows one to appear generous, gain an empty favor, and ultimately avoid losses.

Most importantly... the system shop is now open again for a limited time.

How many good items will we get this time?