You're Not Worthy?

"Teacher Meng, who is this?" Several young female teachers came out of the private room with smiles and asked.

"A friend," Meng Baihan said, somewhat insincerely.

"Friends? Really friends?" Several female teachers chuckled. "Teacher Meng has never been in a relationship, could it be because of him?"

They wouldn't joke around with just anyone, but this boy was truly handsome and dashing, which inevitably sparked their imaginations.

"No, that's not it," Meng Baihan said in a soft, barely audible voice.

Zhang Yang heard it, smiled, and didn't say anything.

"Teacher Meng, why don't you go eat? I'll head over now."

"Wait a minute." Meng Baihan suddenly called out to Zhang Yang.

"Is there anything else?"

"My dad... my dad has been wanting to invite you to dinner to thank you, but you've never been to Yinghai." Meng Baihan stammered, "Do you think... you could..."

"It's nothing, why would we need to eat it?" Zhang Yang laughed.

"But..." Teacher Meng panicked and instinctively grabbed Zhang Yang, then pleaded softly, "Please go, okay?"

Zhang Yang stopped and looked at the boundless expectation in Teacher Meng's eyes.

"You... alright." Zhang Yang hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "How about... tomorrow?"

"Great!" Meng Baihan was overjoyed and nodded quickly. "I'll tell my dad right now and have him book a hotel..."

"Why not just stay home? I like home-cooked meals," Zhang Yang said with a smile. "Go on, your colleagues are all watching you. We already arranged it on WeChat."

Meng Baihan glanced back at the door of the private room, where several colleagues were peeking in, and her face flushed slightly.

"Then let's say it on our phones."

She gently shook her phone, then turned and jogged towards the private room.

Zhang Yang stood there and smiled, then turned and walked straight out of the Haiqin Restaurant.

What a small world!

I never expected that Meng Baihan's school would choose to eat at their family's Haiqin Restaurant, and that I would even run into them. As for whether agreeing to eat at their restaurant would lead to misunderstandings, create any ambiguity, or to put it more bluntly, what my role would be?

Zhang Yang felt that these were things he didn't need to consider at all.

With his current status and strength, he doesn't need to consider too many trivial matters; he can do whatever he wants.

After leaving the restaurant, Zhang Yang headed straight for the Four Seasons Hotel.

Several months later, he finally checked back into his property in Yinghai, the Four Seasons Hotel.

At noon, in the presidential suite of the Four Seasons Hotel.

Zhang Yang leisurely finished the several exquisite dishes personally prepared by the Chinese chef. Standing at a height overlooking the entire Yinghai City, he felt refreshed and invigorated.

There's also a feeling of being on top of the world.

This feeling is something you can't find in Magic City.

After all, this is Magic City. Even though he owns a small landmark in Pudong, overlooks the Huangpu River and the century-old the Bund, and feels immense pride, he wouldn't dare say he has the upper hand over all others.

But in Yinghai, he truly had that feeling.

When he stood at the highest point of Yinghai, with the entire city view at his feet and all the streets and alleys spread out before him, an indescribable feeling welled up in his heart, a feeling that was simply beyond words.

My phone lit up briefly.

Zhang Yang glanced at it and saw that it was a message from Meng Baihan.

"Can you come to my house tomorrow at noon?"

"Sure," Zhang Yang replied casually. "By the way, see what your parents like, and I'll prepare in advance."

"No, thank you so much. We're already grateful to you; how could we let you bring us anything?"

"How about this, you arrange half a day tomorrow morning, and I'll pick you up," Zhang Yang said directly and without room for argument, thus finalizing the matter.

No matter how grateful someone is, you can't go to their house empty-handed.

Bring Teacher Meng along and let her handle it.

In the afternoon, Zhang Yang didn't go anywhere, but instead enjoyed himself to the fullest in his hotel.

As the pinnacle hotel of Yinghai.

The hotel's facilities are naturally extremely luxurious and comprehensive.

Massage parlors, yoga studios, gyms, bars, clubs, indoor and outdoor heated swimming pools—it has everything.

It was a little after 3 p. m., by the hotel's indoor heated pool.

Several female hotel employees, wearing bath towels, stared intently at the figure in the water.

Whoosh!

Amidst the splashing water, the figure leaped out of the water.

Bathed in light from the glass dome, water droplets rolled down her flawlessly perfect figure, making her look like a work of art.

"Mr. Zhang, Mr. Zhang."

"Mr. Zhang, a bath towel."

As soon as Zhang Yang walked up the escalator to the poolside, several female employees in hotel uniforms surrounded him.

They were incredibly attentive, using bath towels to help people dry themselves and bringing them water.

Zhang Yang opened his arms, feeling the soft bath towel slide over his body, and their fingertips seemingly intentionally or unintentionally brushing against him, feeling quite at ease and enjoying it.

Those who volunteered to come were naturally all slender, attractive young women.

They may be unmarried, married, single, or have a boyfriend.

But none of that matters anymore.

He might not do anything to them, but who could resist being surrounded, fawned over, or even fawned over?

Within his own industry, his power seems limitless; the idea that he can do whatever he wants is not just empty talk.

"Perhaps this is what they call extravagance and debauchery," Zhang Yang thought to himself, then looked down at the girl squatting in front of him, diligently wiping his legs.

This girl is poised and mature; she's most likely married.

He casually touched the girl's taut buttocks under her short skirt with his toe.

The girl trembled, and her cheeks visibly flushed red.

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As the sun set, Zhang Yang went for a walk outside the hotel.

The Four Seasons Hotel has a unique location, situated on an island surrounded by water in the city. Of course, it's not an island in the traditional sense, but rather a network of rivers that divides the land.

In addition to hotels, there is also a shopping center on the island.

At this time of evening, there are quite a few people out for a stroll or shopping.

After returning from his walk, Zhang Yang saw the security captain of the security department seemingly reprimanding a young man in the plaza below the Four Seasons Hotel.

"Look at you, look at you! You're all ignorant and good-for-nothing, and you even dye your hair?! Let me tell you, either shave it all off, or dye it back to normal. You choose!" Security Captain Lao Sun was angrily berating him without any politeness.

The young man was tall and strong, but he had dyed his hair blonde.

Hair dyeing is a matter of personal freedom, but a service industry like the Four Seasons Hotel, given its positioning, certainly cannot allow its staff to have large arm tattoos or thick blond hair.

"No shaving, no dyeing! Fine, I'll quit! What did my dad tell you before he passed away?"

The young man was quite defiant, holding his head high and looking unconvinced.

"You! Why don't you study properly? Do you think being a big hoodlum is so cool? Now that we're finding a way out for you, you don't take it seriously. You... you're simply..." Security Captain Lao Sun was so angry he was jumping up and down.

"A way out? What way out can a security guard have? I'd rather go out and hang out with my boss and live a life of luxury."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yang stepped forward and smiled.

"It's a waste for someone so young to be a security guard. Why don't you find another way to make a living?"

When the security captain, Old Sun, saw that it was the big boss, his face turned pale instantly. He hurriedly ran over to greet him, "Mr. Zhang, he's just young and hot-blooded, and doesn't know how to speak properly. I'll definitely teach him a lesson later. Please don't mind, and please let him stay."

"It's not that I don't want him to stay, it's that he doesn't want to stay at all," Zhang Yang said calmly. "Who is he to you? Why are you so protective? Is he a relative? Or a friend?"

"Mr. Zhang, he's the son of one of my brothers." Old Sun kept bowing and scraping. "His father entrusted him to me when he was ten, telling me to give him food and to just let him grow up to be a decent person... I was so careful, but he still went astray."

"You're quite loyal," Zhang Yang commented.

"Mr. Zhang, please show leniency," Old Sun pleaded again.

To be honest, Zhang Yang didn't really want to keep this troublemaker, but after hearing what Lao Sun said, he felt a little sorry for him.

"Uncle Sun, who is he?" The blond-haired young man couldn't stand Old Sun's humble appearance and asked as soon as he came up.

"You bastard!" Without saying a word, Old Sun stepped forward and slapped him across the head. "You still got a month's salary, don't you know who paid you? Get over here and apologize to Mr. Zhang!"

"Mr. Zhang?" The blond-haired young man was taken aback. He looked up at the towering Four Seasons Hotel and finally came to his senses, falling silent.

Despite his shady ways, he instantly became as insignificant as an ant when facing this incredibly powerful figure.

"What's your name?" Zhang Yang asked, looking at the young man who had his head bowed in front of him.

"Mr. Zhang, my name is Tian Long," Tian Long said in a low voice.

"Tian Long, right? I'm asking you, can you still do this job?" Zhang Yang decided to give him another chance.

Tian Long fell silent.

Old Sun, who was standing to the side, was so anxious that he jumped up and down, ready to hit him on the head.

"Tell me, you're driving me crazy!"

Tian Long was quite straightforward; he stood still and let Old Sun slap him several times without uttering a sound.

I don't know how much time passed.

"I still... I still want to go out and try my luck. I'm pretty good at fighting, and a big boss has taken a liking to me and wants to take me on as his underling," Tian Long said in a muffled voice. "Working for him would definitely be much more glamorous than being a security guard."

"You look down on being a security guard and think it's more glamorous to go out and fight, right?" Zhang Yang nodded.

Are you kidding me? You wouldn't want a security guard job that could save you decades of wasted time?

Well, to each their own.

"Mr. Zhang, I know you look down on people like us... you think we're worthless." Tian Long seemed to have been holding back for a long time before finally speaking up, "But no matter how rich you are, in a critical moment, you only have one life. Would you dare to take risks? Wouldn't you still need us to protect you?"

"Relying on you for protection?" Zhang Yang chuckled.

In this day and age, is there anyone who can protect him?

"Mr. Zhang, do you think what I said is wrong?" Tian Long said, somewhat unconvinced.

"How about this, do you want to work with me?" Zhang Yang blinked and suddenly said.

Security captain Lao Sun's eyes widened, and he was instantly overjoyed.

Tian Long was also taken aback, then looked at Zhang Yang in disbelief.

This is the owner of the Four Seasons Hotel.

The "big brother" he mentioned is probably just a slightly larger insect in other people's eyes.

"You... you really want to take me with you?"

"Of course I'm willing. Didn't you say you could provide protection?" Zhang Yang said with a smile. "But you have to prove your own strength."

"I can definitely do it!" Tian Long exclaimed excitedly in a low voice.

"Words are useless; you have to prove it." Zhang Yang raised his chin. "If you can pull those two stone pillars over there up, I'll give you that chance."

He was referring to the square stone blocks by the roadside, which are yellow and black striped and connected by metal poles.

The two together probably weigh about four or five hundred pounds.

If Tian Long could lift those two stone pillars with absolute strength, then that absolute strength would be astonishing compared to ordinary people.

"What?! That?" Tian Long was dumbfounded. "Mr. Zhang, that weighs at least four hundred pounds."

"I know, are you sure you can do it?" Zhang Yang asked with a smile.

"This is too heavy. Even if someone could lift it, they would be extremely rare." Tian Long's expression changed several times. "Why would someone as important as you bother to make fun of me?"

"I'm just teasing you?" Zhang Yang chuckled.

He walked straight up to the two stone pillars.

Then, he bent down and lifted it up directly.

The metal rod connecting the two stone pillars was instantly deformed by the enormous weight, and then easily lifted off the ground.

Everyone in the room fell silent.

Not to mention Tian Long, everyone in the security team and everyone who saw it had their eyes wide open, as if they had witnessed something unbelievable.

It weighs four or five hundred pounds.

One-handed deadlift?

And the key is that he acted so relaxed?! As if he were carrying a bucket of water.

If the metal rod hadn't been almost deformed by the pressure, one would have suspected it was made of foam.

"Something I can do effortlessly, and you're saying I'm making fun of you?" Zhang Yang looked at Tian Long and casually tossed the two stone blocks to the ground. "You think you're worthy?"

The ground shook violently.

This proves the weight of the two stone blocks.

To be honest, lifting those two stone blocks with one hand was a trivial matter for Zhang Yang.

In fact, he could even do bicep curls with that weight.

However, that would be too shocking, so there's no need to show it.

Tian Long's face turned deathly pale, his eyes fixed on the two stone pillars on the ground, his mind replaying the scene that had just occurred.

It weighs four or five hundred pounds.

Mr. Zhang... lifted it up with one hand?

Who's protecting whom?

Recalling how confident I had been, as if I had found my strengths, now felt like a resounding slap in the face.

He never imagined that he would fail so soon before even officially entering society, learning such a lesson in failure.

"Don't even think about working for me. It's not that I won't give you a chance, it's that you're not qualified." Zhang Yang looked at the dejected Tian Long and said, "Your Uncle Sun has put a lot of thought into you. If you don't like this job, don't occupy this position and embarrass him."

After saying that, Zhang Yang prepared to leave.

To be honest, if it weren't for a sudden impulse, I wouldn't even have the right to talk to that arrogant blond kid.