Unashamed

The company's vice president offered him a few words of encouragement, then glanced at the distance and quickly went to greet him with a smile.

"Mr. Liu, thank you for taking care of me."

In the midst of their banter, he reached for a cigarette.

Mr. Lin also looked over and knew that it was the deputy sales manager of the Four Seasons Hotel's sales department, who got along very well with the boss of his own company and had a lot of business dealings with him.

The Four Seasons Hotel is considered the pinnacle of luxury hotels in Yinghai. Recently, many prominent local companies have been holding their annual meetings, appreciation banquets, and other events there, and the Four Seasons Hotel is their top choice. It's incredibly difficult to book a room; only companies with good relationships with the hotel can secure a reservation. Otherwise, it's highly unlikely.

Seeing this, he went over as well.

"No need, no need," Liu, the deputy general manager of the sales department, quickly waved his hand. "You're welcome. Our two companies have been cooperating for so long, so we'll definitely prioritize taking care of this small matter. Just continue to support my sales performance during the off-season."

"No problem, our company definitely has the information," the company's vice president said with a smile.

After exchanging pleasantries, Lin's father joined in the conversation. Having known each other for many years, they each had a cigarette, but didn't light it, preparing to head to the designated smoking area.

"Hey, wait a minute." On the way, Mr. Liu from the sales department suddenly changed his expression and looked into the distance.

"What's wrong?" the company's vice president asked curiously, also looking into the distance.

Not far away, several hotel staff members were escorting a tall young man as he walked.

The young man was incredibly handsome, with a refined and elegant demeanor. Every gesture he made exuded the air of someone in a superior position; he was clearly no ordinary person.

"That's Mr. Zhang, the owner of our hotel. Please wait a moment while I go over there." Mr. Liu, the sales manager, hurriedly left these words and then greeted him with a broad smile.

The company's vice president stood there, stunned, watching from afar.

The sales manager, Mr. Liu, who had just been calling him brother, was now bowing and scraping before that person, being as obsequious as could be.

The young man said something, and General Manager Liu immediately agreed, appearing completely obedient.

"This is... the owner of the Four Seasons Hotel? A true genius!" The vice president of Lin's father's company said, looking at Lin's father, "Old Lin, aren't you right?"

"Ah, yes, yes, yes," Lin's father stammered.

His head was spinning, and he was trembling with fear. How could he not recognize the young man standing before him from last night?

It was him yesterday. In broad daylight, he spanked his daughter whenever he wanted, and then he spent a long time with her in his car downstairs late at night.

Good, good, no wonder Lin Jingmin is so devoted to him.

Oh, so that's who they are!

At that moment, all the anger he had been building up overnight vanished.

Although he knew in his heart that the other person most likely just wanted to play around with his daughter, he couldn't feel any anger at the moment. Instead, he inexplicably felt proud.

"Not ashamed, but proud?" Lin's father's face burned, feeling somewhat disgusted.

He keeps saying he's thinking of his daughter, but in the end, he's just an ordinary person.

As his thoughts were racing, he saw the young man in the distance push through the crowd and walk straight toward him.

"Uncle, we meet again?" Zhang Yang said with a smile. "Is there an event at the company?"

"Yes, it's a company event," Lin's father stammered.

In an instant, several gazes turned to Lin's father.

"Mr. Zhang, do you know Lao Lin?" Mr. Liu, the sales manager, asked tentatively from the side.

"It's just a brief encounter. You guys keep busy, I'll just wander around a bit," Zhang Yang said casually with a smile, nodding to Lao Lin before continuing to chat with the staff as he left.

In the blink of an eye, only a few people remained.

"So you've met by chance," the company's vice president nodded thoughtfully.

Old Lin hesitated, looking somewhat resentful.

How could it be a coincidence that we met? You know, my daughter has that kind of intimate relationship with him!

However, he couldn't bring himself to say it.

So, as usual, he could only give an awkward smile and continue to bow and scrape before the company's vice president.

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Zhang Yang didn't take the little incident that just happened to heart at all.

He was just an older man I bumped into last night, and I happened to run into him again at my hotel today.

He didn't know who the other person was.

"It's time to introduce my parents to some new things," Zhang Yang murmured to himself as he stopped in his tracks.

He waved away the hotel staff who were following him closely and then made a phone call to Zhang Zhaohai.

"You've got some free time today, so you're free to have a drink with your dad?"

Zhang Zhaohai's laughter was hearty on the phone.

"We'll definitely be drinking, but I have something else to take care of," Zhang Yang said with a smile. "How about this, I'll come pick you up; I happen to have something to discuss."

"Stop being so mysterious. Okay, come on over and have dinner," Zhang Zhaohai said.

A moment later, Zhang Yang left the Four Seasons Hotel, got into his Cullinan, and headed straight for the Haiqin Restaurant Branch 2.

It's the same familiar store.

As noon approached, the parking lot remained packed with guests, and cars continued to stream in.

As soon as I entered the store.

Zhang Zhaohai raised the bottle of liquor in his hand from afar, indicating that there would be plenty of drinks at lunchtime.

For a moment, Zhang Yang was genuinely curious.

Has Mom been too strict lately? Is Dad using this as an excuse to drink?

"Dad, has Mom been strict lately?" Zhang Yang asked with a smile as he stepped forward.

"You can't blame your mother," Zhang Zhaohai shook his head. "She had a checkup recently, and some of her indicators weren't good. After all, she's getting old."

"Is there a problem with the medical examination report?" Zhang Yang quickly pressed for answers.

It turns out that Zhang Zhaohai went for a physical examination some time ago, and the results showed that he had various high levels of cholesterol, indicating that he was in a sub-healthy state. Although it is not uncommon for people to have some health problems in middle age, it is not appropriate to generalize.

Aren't there still many middle-aged people who are healthy, haven't gained any weight, and have excellent medical check-up results?

Being old is not an excuse.

"So, your mother and I have made a firm decision to take good care of our health. We don't want our lives to get better before we can even enjoy them properly, and our bodies to break down first," Zhang Zhaohai said, shaking his head. "It's only because our son is back that your dad thought of having a few drinks with you; I don't drink at all normally."

"That's true." Zhang Yang nodded, as if he had thought of something.

He remembered that he still had Lesser Returning Pill his system shop, although they were counterfeit, but he had actually experienced their effects.

According to the system instructions.

This stuff can nourish Qi Nourishing and cure diseases, but I don't know if it will be effective for my dad's sub-health conditions.

"I'll call your mother over, you wait a moment." Zhang Zhaohai stood up and left his seat first.

Zhang Yang looked up and waved to the waiter in the distance.

"Mr. Zhang." The waiter rushed over with a big smile.

"Please make me two cups of tea, thank you," Zhang Yang said with a smile.

The waiter hurriedly went to prepare.

A moment later, two glasses of water were brought over.

Zhang Yang picked up a counterfeit Lesser Returning Pill in his hand, hesitated for a moment, then broke off a small piece and put it into two glasses of water.

There was no other way; the medicine was too potent, so he dared not put in too much.

Not long after, Zhang Zhaohai and his wife arrived.

"Son, what's all this secrecy about that you had to come all this way?" Song Wenqin asked with a smile as she sat down, holding a water glass in her hand.

"Have some water first," Zhang Yang said with a smile. "We can talk while we eat."

A moment later, the family of three asked the kitchen to prepare some dishes, planning to eat and chat later.

Last night I arrived in a hurry, and there were other people around, so I didn't have a chance to say many things.

A few moments later, the couple finished their water, and the dishes were served.

"Come on, son, have a drink." Zhang Zhaohai's face was flushed red, and he looked like he was on fire. "The air conditioning isn't even set that high, is it?"

He muttered to himself.

Song Wenqin, on the other hand, had a rosy complexion, unlike Zhang Zhaohai.

Zhang Yang guessed that the effects of the Lesser Returning Pill would differ between men and women. He had already experienced how it felt for men, but for women, it would probably have more of a nourishing and health-preserving effect.

"Come on, Dad, it's been a long time since I've had a drink with you, let's have one." Zhang Yang raised his glass and clinked it with his father's.

"Okay!" Zhang Zhaohai's face visibly turned red.

"Old Zhang, are you alright? You haven't had a drink in a long time, and you can't handle it all at once?" Song Wenqin stared at Zhang Zhaohai and exclaimed in surprise.

"It's nothing, it's nothing," Zhang Zhaohai said, white smoke rising from his head.

As soon as he opened his mouth, white smoke came out.

"No..." Zhang Yang felt a little uneasy.

He had been extremely careful, taking into account that his father's constitution was not the same as his own, so the dosage of this Lesser Returning Pill was less than one-tenth of what he had used before.

But... this...

"Old Zhang..." Song Wenqin panicked and stood up abruptly. "You can't be serious, can you? It's just that you haven't had a drink for a few months. Is it really necessary for your mouth and head to be steaming?"

"I'm really fine!" Zhang Zhaohai's voice was unusually loud, and he pounded his chest with a loud thud. "I'm... terrifyingly strong right now!"

He glanced at Song Wenqin.

Song Wenqin's face flushed red instantly.

Throughout lunch, Zhang Zhaohai repeatedly fell into an abnormally excited state, constantly smoking and drinking.

Several regular customers who came over to offer toasts and greetings almost popped their eyes out.

"No... Mr. Zhang, have you... become an immortal?"

"Mr. Zhang, are you taking a sauna here?"

It wasn't until the very end of lunch that Zhang Zhaohai remembered what had happened that day.

"Son, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing much. I bought you a villa; you can move in now. I'll take you to see it this afternoon," Zhang Yang said.

Clang.

The wine glass was placed on the table.

Zhang Zhaohai and Song Wenqin exchanged a glance, their eyes widening in surprise.

"A villa? When did that happen?"

"We bought it a long time ago. You own two shops that make a fortune every day, and you drive Maybach and Bentley. It's not really suitable for you to live in an old neighborhood, is it?" Zhang Yang said with a smile. "You should just take a look and move in sooner rather than later."

"Then what are we waiting for?! Let's go!" Zhang Zhaohai, caught up in his excitement, skipped all the details and stood up, saying this immediately.

A moment later, Song Wenqin started the car.

Zhang Yang chatted with his father along the way.

Throughout the journey, Zhang Zhaohai spoke freely, saying whatever came to mind. Several times, Zhang Yang noticed that Song Wenqin's hands were gripping the steering wheel tightly.

They probably kept quiet because his son was there.

We drove on like this until we arrived at Purple Garden No. 1, and then drove all the way to the front of the large detached house.

The car slowly came to a stop.

Zhang Zhaohai got out of the car, took off his glasses, looked up at the detached villa in front of him, and his eyes widened slightly.

Townhouses and stacked villas pale in comparison to detached houses.

Only detached houses are villas in the true sense of the word.

"This location... isn't the best one in the building?" Zhang Zhaohai muttered to himself, looking at the surrounding row houses.

"Look, Mom and Dad," Zhang Yang said with a smile.

At this moment, a hint of something else finally appeared on Dad's face, after he had been in a state of high excitement.

It was a shock, or perhaps a feeling of deep emotion.

A family of three walked into the detached villa from the front garden.

Zhang Yang had already visited the place, so naturally he didn't feel anything special.

However, from the moment Zhang Zhaohai and his wife entered, the look of amazement in their eyes never stopped.

Whether it was the arrangement of pavilions and terraces in the garden or the interior decoration of the villa, which combined beauty and quality, they were all amazed.

"How much did this villa, including the renovations, cost?" Song Wenqin couldn't help but ask.

"Around thirty million," Zhang Yang said briefly, without trying to hide anything, nor did he feel there was any need to.

What should be said and what shouldn't be said, everything is left unsaid.

Zhang Zhaohai and his wife looked at it from head to toe repeatedly, and finally accepted the reality.

The Zhang family has finally achieved a breakthrough.

The two restaurants have been bustling with customers since they opened, and with the third and fourth stores currently under preparation, they are making a fortune every day.

The couple each drive luxury cars worth millions.

Now, they will be living in a villa that cost tens of millions of dollars.

"Our family... has really made it big!" Zhang Zhaohai muttered to himself, his voice growing louder and more excited, and steam began to rise from his head again.

"Hey... Dad, you..." Zhang Yang was genuinely a little hesitant.

Isn't this dosage a bit too high? The fact that his head is constantly smoking isn't right!

"What do you know? This is called 'smoking,' understand, son?" Zhang Zhaohai laughed heartily, walking directly onto the terrace with an air of commanding authority.

He stood on the terrace, seemingly taking in the entire Purple Garden No. 1 Villa Complex.

Downstairs, a Mercedes-Benz slowly drove by and stopped in front of the villa.

"Old Zhang?" The car window rolled down, and an older woman Yangwang up in surprise. "You live here?"

"My son just bought it." Zhang Zhaohai waved his hand, casually introducing her in a low voice, "She used to be a female vice president at my company."

Before working as a chef at the restaurant, Zhang Zhaohai had also worked in the canteen of his former workplace, presumably under the supervision of his former boss.

"Your son bought this?" The aunt looked up at Zhang Yang, her eyes flashing with surprise and amazement. "So you have such an outstanding son, Lao Zhang? I also live in this villa area. We'll be neighbors from now on. By the way, do you mind if I come in and take a look?"

"Haha, hello neighbor, welcome to visit," Zhang Zhaohai said with a smile.

Later that evening, this unexpected neighbor, a former female vice president of Zhang Zhaohai's company, came to visit.

"We haven't prepared anything at home yet, so please don't mind if we're not very polite," Zhang Zhaohai said politely.

"No, no, I was just surprised by your arrival." Standing in her beautifully decorated home, the woman's voice was filled with amazement, and her gaze towards Zhang Zhaohai was full of disbelief. "I never imagined that you, Old Zhang, were so unfathomable."