Accompanying to Look at Cars

Meng Baihan's peers were stunned as they stared at the tall figure surrounded by people.

"Is this your boyfriend?" Meng Wen murmured to herself.

His tall, handsome figure and delicate features, with thin lips and a straight nose, made him seem like a male protagonist from a novel who had stepped into reality.

In the sunlight, the figure seemed to shimmer with golden light.

It's absolutely dazzling.

"Gulp!" She swallowed hard without realizing it.

The brothers, who had just been laughing and talking loudly, fell silent, staring blankly at the figure, each feeling a deep sense of inferiority.

That dazzling Cullinan.

The car owner is incredibly handsome.

And the respectful titles that elders use when addressing that person.

"I'm going over there." Meng Baihan chuckled to himself as he looked at their reactions, then went to greet them.

"Zhang Yang..."

She stood obediently beside Zhang Yang, and the two of them looked like a perfect couple.

A chorus of praise immediately erupted from the crowd.

"Could you introduce me?" Zhang Yang asked with a smile. "You have so many relatives, how am I supposed to know them?"

Teacher Meng smiled and pulled Zhang Yang to introduce them one by one.

"This is Meng Wen..."

"This is Meng Jian, Meng Qiang."

"And this is my uncle's grandson, and this is my aunt's..."

Zhang Yang nodded and smiled at each of them.

Hmm, why do Teacher Meng's peers seem so shy? They speak very softly and don't even dare to look him in the eye?

"Oh, right." He looked at the few tiny children chasing and playing with each other, "Here, give the children their New Year's money."

He casually took a red envelope out of his bag.

Every child present received a share.

"Oh, Mr. Zhang, no, no, you mustn't!"

"Mr. Zhang, you're too kind. I really can't accept this."

"Yes, yes, it's only right, it's the New Year," Zhang Yang said with a smile. "Come on, one for each of you."

The child didn't understand, so he took the red envelope and opened it to play with it.

The ten tickets inside the red envelope were extremely conspicuous.

During the Chinese New Year, relatives and friends usually give each other a few hundred yuan as a token of affection. It's only when grandparents dote on their grandchildren that they generously give over a thousand yuan.

This was Zhang Yang's first time meeting these children, and he casually gave each of them a thousand yuan.

This was undoubtedly a significant undertaking in their eyes.

"Do I have any?" Teacher Meng smiled and held out her hand in front of Zhang Yang. "Everyone who sees it gets a share."

"You," Zhang Yang said with a smile, glancing at the Patek Philippe on Teacher Meng's wrist.

This table was a gift for Teacher Meng last time, and thanks to the system buff, it's still tirelessly giving me cashback to this day.

Bite!

The rules for the wristwatch buff have been changed.

All expenses incurred by Meng Baihan by the system can be subsequently refunded through the watch, with amounts withdrawn in the form of Meng Baihan's exclusive spending credits.

"Here, help yourself." Zhang Yang smiled and opened his bag, letting Teacher Meng take whatever she wanted.

Is the system really that stingy?

They even specifically enabled this feature.

To put it simply, the cashback on the watch was originally exclusive to Teacher Meng and was a consumption credit that could only be used on her. Now, as long as you pay in advance, you can directly withdraw the same amount from the consumption credit later.

Meng Baihan smiled and casually took a red envelope out of his bag.

Zhang Yang took a look.

Withdrawable spending credit: 1,000

Zhang Yang chuckled dismissively. What a useless buff; better than nothing, I suppose.

Surrounded by people, Zhang Yang entered Teacher Meng's villa.

Everyone poured tea and brought fruit platters, warmly inviting Zhang Yang to sit down.

"Oh right, Uncle, I forgot something in the car." Zhang Yang remembered something. "I'll go get it."

"I'll do it, I'll do it."

"I'll do it."

Teacher Meng's brothers all volunteered to help.

Zhang Yang smiled and handed them the car keys.

A moment later, the group carried large and small boxes, containing Moutai, Wuliangye, into their home.

The relatives all looked on with envy once again.

"Old Meng, look at you, look at you! Your son-in-law treats you so well. You'll probably be set for life with Moutai."

"Xiaohan is truly blessed."

Although Meng Baoliang was pleased with what he heard, he still looked at Zhang Yang with some embarrassment.

I wonder if Mr. Zhang would mind the term "son-in-law". He doesn't have the guts to presume to put himself in the position of father-in-law. From beginning to end, he has always treated Zhang Yang with respect.

If you absolutely must call him son-in-law, then adding "adult" after his name would probably be more appropriate.

Yes, son-in-law.

"It's alright, Uncle." Zhang Yang smiled and shook his head, indicating that there was no need to worry.

In the morning, Zhang Yang sat in Teacher Meng's house, surrounded by people, and everyone else seemed to become mere background figures.

Around noon, everyone went out together to have lunch at a restaurant outside the villa.

The private room had two large tables, which were packed with people.

"Mr. Zhang, Mr. Zhang, please take a seat." Meng Baoliang was extremely enthusiastic, pulling Zhang Yang to sit down.

"No, please let the elderly sit down. I'll just sit anywhere," Zhang Yang waved his hand and declined.

Finally, after much insistence, the elderly people on both sides took the seats of honor, and he pulled Teacher Meng to sit casually at the table.

The luncheon was naturally extremely lavish, and everyone toasted and clinked glasses.

"Mr. Zhang, let me toast you. Thank you for your continued support of our business." Meng Baoliang raised his glass and came over to offer a toast.

"Uncle Meng, you're too kind. Please have a seat," Zhang Yang said with a smile.

Those who knew the inside story didn't think Zhang Yang was being presumptuous; on the contrary, they all thought it was perfectly reasonable.

Who is Mr. Zhang? He owns such vast assets and is a major client of the Meng family. Offering a toast is certainly not an exaggeration.

Not to mention Meng Baoliang, everyone present took the opportunity to come up and toast Zhang Yang, their words full of respect.

"Mr. Zhang, I'd also like to propose a toast to you."

"Mr. Zhang, I work in advertising. This is my business card."

Some people who also run their own businesses will take the opportunity to go up and hand out their business cards, regardless of whether it's useful or not, just to get acquainted with them first.

Not far away, several younger people stared in disbelief at this scene.

"What kind of business does Meng Baihan's boyfriend run? How come they are so..." Meng Jian wanted to say the word "lick" out loud, but after thinking about it, he was too embarrassed to say it.

Because his father was among those offering the toast.

"I heard he's a big businessman, incredibly wealthy," Meng Wen whispered. "The car has a Shanghai license plate, so he must be doing business in Magic City, but judging from their tone, it seems he also has big businesses in Yinghai... My fourth uncle has really climbed the social ladder this time."

There were some things she didn't say aloud.

This is more than just climbing the social ladder; if the other party had nothing but money, she wouldn't have gone to such lengths.

But look.

This man's wealth, looks, and temperament are simply perfect; he's a god among men. She's incredibly envious of Meng Baihan, to the point of being desperate.

Should we go and offer a toast?

"How is that disrespectful? If Meng Baihan and he really get together, wouldn't we be proud to have such a relative?"

After discussing it, the younger generation all picked up their wine glasses and went over to offer a toast, quite consciously.

"Xiaohan, and this Brother Zhang, I'd like to propose a toast to you both."

"Xiaohan, I wish you a long and happy life together, and I wish Brother Zhang great wealth and prosperity."

The younger brothers and sisters had smiles on their faces and were bending over.

Meng Baihan looked at his former older brothers and sisters, and couldn't help but blink.

These people!

They were usually quite arrogant and proud, but at this moment... they felt like complete strangers to her.

Zhang Yang naturally gave them face and clinked glasses with them.

Before long, they all went back happily.

"How's your relationship with your brothers and sisters?" Zhang Yang put down his wine glass and chatted with Teacher Meng with a smile.

"Not bad, after all, we all grew up together." Meng Baihan covered his mouth and lowered his voice, a smile appearing between his eyebrows. "But they're usually not this polite to me. This is the first time I've seen them act like this today."

As she spoke, she suddenly let out a soft sigh.

"Why are you sighing?" Zhang Yang asked with amusement. "It's the New Year, what could be bothering you?"

"No... I just thought of something." Teacher Meng pursed her lips and gently placed her hand into Zhang Yang's palm under the table. "How could I have such a big reputation? Isn't it all thanks to you?"

"A woman is also a man's pride," Zhang Yang said with a smile. "When you take her out..."

"Will I have a chance to be taken out by you in the future?" Teacher Meng blinked, gazing at Zhang Yang with a hint of expectation in her eyes.

"Yes, there is." Zhang Yang replied without hesitation.

Immediately, Teacher Meng's eyes lit up with a smile, seemingly quite satisfied with Zhang Yang's answer.

"Here, let me get you some food."

She stood up and busied herself serving food to Zhang Yang, seemingly already preparing for the role of the woman Zhang Yang would take out with him in the future.

During lunch, everyone was chatting about all sorts of things, and suddenly the topic turned to buying a car.

It turns out that Meng Baihan's third uncle's family was planning to buy a car for his daughter, Meng Wen.

Since it's the Lunar New Year, there's no better time than today. I just heard there's a promotion going on at the auto mall, so I'm planning to go check it out this afternoon.

"Meng Jian seems to have a friend who says it's a 4S store over there. We're going together this afternoon," said Meng Baihan's uncle.

Buying a car is certainly not a small matter for an ordinary family.

Everyone was quite interested and offered suggestions. Meng Baihan was also eager to try it out and join in the fun.

"Shall we go take a look this afternoon?"

"This afternoon?" Zhang Yang glanced at Teacher Meng's hopeful eyes and nodded. "Sure, I don't have anything else to do this afternoon anyway, so going to take a look won't hurt."

We ate lunch, drank wine, chatted, and talked for a long time until 1:30 p. m.

After lunch, Meng Baihan's older and younger siblings went out together to go look at cars.

"Anyone want a ride with us?" Meng Baihan asked with a smile.

The group exchanged glances, their eyes revealing a hint of interest.

"I'll go, I'll go," Meng Wen immediately raised her hand. "I'll hitch a ride."

Zhang Yang naturally had no objections.

Immediately, several people and several cars set off together towards the car city.

"It's breathtaking." Meng Wen sat in the car, looking at the Cullinan's luxurious interior, and exclaimed in amazement for the umpteenth time.

What is a means of transportation? What is a vehicle?

She needed a means of transportation, and the Cullinan was undoubtedly her ride.

Although she didn't know the price, she estimated that any steering wheel or any inconspicuous part in this car would cost as much as her own car.

"It's good to be rich," she remarked.

"It's alright, it's just a car," Zhang Yang said with a laugh as he drove.

For him, cars were quite a novelty in the early days, but now, they're really just a means of transportation.

With this level of wealth, people who travel by private jet would expect to be seen flying yachts, or perhaps large drones like Gulfstream or Bombardier.

You're saying these luxury cars costing millions or tens of millions—what kind of status does a difference of a few million or tens of millions really indicate?

They're all the same.

"Of course it's different. When you buy a car, you won't be like me, looking here and there, agonizing over performance and features while also worrying about the price," Meng Wen said. "After all, the only downside to luxury cars is that they're expensive. If you have money, you can even ignore that downside."

"What car are you looking at? Later?" Zhang Yang asked with a smile, not answering the question directly.

"I'd like to see the tram," Meng Wen suddenly asked. "Do you have any suggestions?"

"Suggestions? I really don't have any suggestions." Zhang Yang shook his head and chuckled, "Buying a car is just about buying one you like, right? If you see one you like, just buy it."

"Buy it if you like it?" Upon hearing this, Meng Wen was so frightened that she dared not utter a word.

The two of them are from completely different worlds, and Zhang Yang's suggestion is indeed not suitable for her.

We sped along the road, and by 2:30 PM, there were still people at the 4S store.

The group's first stop was Tesla.

The Cullinan was parked outside the Tesla store, and the sales staff came out upon hearing the news, examining Zhang Yang's Cullinan.

"Brother, are you here to look at cars?"

Without saying a word or asking anyone else, he went straight to Zhang Yang, his face beaming with smiles.

"You've asked the wrong person," Zhang Yang said, pointing to Meng Wen had just gotten out of the car. "This is the one who bought the car."

"Excuse me, excuse me," the salesperson quickly apologized, quite shamelessly. "Wouldn't you consider giving the car a ride home?"

He's not stupid.

They drive Cullinan worth eight or nine million; if they were really interested, spending a little money on a toy would be a piece of cake.

"We'll see. Aren't you going to receive the person in charge?" Zhang Yang said with a smile.

The salesperson, realizing what was happening, quickly approached Meng Wen, who was standing nearby. "This way, ma'am, which Tesla are you considering? The Model S or..."

Meng Wen blushed deeply, feeling a bit embarrassed.

Is that really a question?

She got off the Cullinan and wants to buy a Model S? This salesperson has absolutely no class.

As they were talking, several other cars arrived one after another, carrying their group of older sisters and younger brothers.

Everyone got out of the car and went into the Tesla showroom together.

Zhang Yang led Teacher Meng on a casual stroll around inside.

Electric cars? To be honest, if Zhang Yang is just interested in buying a Yangwang or Aito for fun, he still prefers gasoline cars when it comes to actually driving one.

It's not that electric cars are bad; technology is advancing, so of course we need to keep up with the times.

The main reason is that Zhang Yang is used to driving gasoline-powered cars.

"When are you going to change your car?" Zhang Yang asked with a smile, referring to Teacher Meng standing beside him.

Teacher Meng is very low-key.

Unlike her brother, who takes out loans and buys Range Rover, Teacher Meng's car is a Volkswagen Beetle, which is just right for a female teacher like her.