"By the way, which building do you live in?" The woman took a small step forward and asked, gathering her courage.
"Building One." Zhang Yang smiled in thanks and tilted his head back to drink some sports drink and replenish his electrolytes.
A few drops trickled from the corner of his mouth and ran down his neck.
The woman stared blankly, and her throat gave a quiet gulp.
"Hm?" Zhang Yang lowered his bottle in surprise. He could've sworn he'd heard some strange sound.
The woman's face flushed red. She covered her mouth, then her face, and ran off.
How embarrassing!
"How strange." Zhang Yang watched her retreating figure in confusion, then headed straight for the locker room nearby.
There were showers in the locker room.
Several men in their thirties, some nearing forty, were changing. They were all middle-aged, so their figures had naturally gone a little out of shape. Still, they paid attention to keeping fit, and overall they were fairly well-built.
But when Zhang Yang walked in and took off his shirt, he could clearly feel the intense looks of envy and astonishment directed at him.
When did you feel the greatest sense of accomplishment? Honestly, it was right now.
When your physique inspired respect wherever you went, and you basked in looks of envy and astonishment, that feeling in the moment was absolutely exhilarating.
What a rush!
After showering, Zhang Yang smiled, changed into loose casual clothes, and went straight to have breakfast.
His first stop after leaving was to pick up his car.
At the Bentley dealership in Pudong, a couple with a considerable age gap were looking at cars.
The man was in his fifties, with an imposing air. His wife was young and beautiful, and she affectionately linked her arm through his.
"When's the soonest I could take delivery of this Flying Spur?" The man gently stroked the Bentley Flying Spur before him, his eyes full of indescribable affection.
After working hard for most of his life, he had finally risen to a position above the common run of people—and finally earned the right to take delivery of a Bentley of his own.
It cost just under three million yuan on the road, yet it had taken most of his life to get there.
"Mr. Liu, if you place your order now, you can take delivery in as little as three months." The Bentley saleswoman, dressed in a pale blue suit and carrying herself with polished professionalism, spoke with a warm smile.
"Three months..." The man nodded, preparing to make up his mind.
Suddenly, an awestruck exclamation came from beside him.
"This car is so beautiful!" His young wife hurried over to a shimmering Bentley.
The instant he saw the car, the man was dazzled too.
A vivid blue body, four diamond-cut headlights, every diamond-shaped air intake exuding elegance, and a two-tone linen-white interior.
What was a dream car? What was the one you'd always longed for?
Now this was a Bentley!
The man's mind buzzed.
"This car?"
"It's the latest Bentley Continental GT, in a rare color. There's only one." The saleswoman glanced over.
Nearby, his young wife stood beside the Bentley Continental GT, unable to look at any other car.
"I love it!" Her voice rose with excitement.
His wife kept tugging on his arm. He looked at the saleswoman. "How much is this one on the road?"
"This one comes to five million, but it's already been reserved. The owner is coming to pick it up today," the Bentley saleswoman explained.
At the figure of five million, the man's face twitched. But when he heard that the car already had an owner, he inexplicably felt relieved.
"Oh?" The woman beside him looked crestfallen.
"All right, I'll take the one we were just looking at." The man made his decision in a low voice.
The woman had no choice but to let it go.
Just then, greetings rang out one after another from the distance.
"Good morning, Mr. Zhang."
"Mr. Zhang, your car is over here. This way, please."
The couple stopped and involuntarily looked over.
Inside the Bentley dealership, two employees were escorting a tall figure toward them.
More precisely, he was heading for the Bentley Continental GT beside them.
"This is the one, right?" With the employees guiding him, Zhang Yang finally reached his Bentley.
That vivid blue really stole the show. No wonder the color was so rare—and only Bentley could pull it off.
Compared with the Rolls-Royce, whose presence was almost overpowering, Bentley truly brought together the retro and the modern, carrying its elegance through to the end.
Elegance never went out of style. When it came to looks, Bentley was still the best.
Zhang Yang felt he really had made progress.
When he'd picked up a Porsche worth over a million last time, he'd barely been able to contain his excitement. Today, as he came to collect a Bentley, his emotions still stirred, but far less than before.
More than anything, he simply admired the car before him.
As he touched the cool, shimmering paint, Zhang Yang felt as if he'd stepped into another life. In a single day, he'd become a Bentley owner.
He wore a Vacheron Constantin worth seven hundred thousand, drove a Bentley worth five million, and would soon be earning fifty thousand a day.
He had truly transformed himself, inside and out.
[What's the happiest punishment in the world?]
[Being punished to drive a Bentley while young and successful.]
[Young and successful, driving a Bentley; love will never be a source of controversy.]
"Mr. Zhang?" A gentle voice called him back to the present.
He turned and saw the Bentley saleswoman who'd been assisting him. She was beautiful and had an appealing air, alluring without being vulgar.
"Would you like to take it for a test drive first?" Qin Ya, known as the belle of the Bentley dealership, felt the man's presence wash over her. A blush briefly touched her face.
The male leads in novels were handsome, had perfect physiques, and were richer than kings.
But what about a male lead in real life? It was simple: he drove a Bentley, he was young, and he had the faint outline of muscles beneath his apparently loose clothes.
Zhang Yang had no idea that, in the eyes of the well-traveled saleswoman before him, he had already become the very definition of a male lead.
A short while later, Zhang Yang drove the Bentley out of the dealership with Qin Ya beside him.
Four hundred pieces of premium-grade leather from fifteen cows. Fine wood, sealed with wax and polished eight times until it shone like a mirror. Every detail pushed luxury and elegance to the utmost.
He pressed the accelerator, feeling the power surge from the 6.0-liter twin-turbocharged W12 engine. Beside him, the Bentley saleswoman held down her short, fitted skirt as her hair streamed in the wind.
Zhang Yang truly felt that life was worth living.
On the way from the Bentley dealership to Global Harbor, Zhang Yang received a handwritten business card with a faint fragrance.
The two characters Qin Ya were written in a neat, graceful hand.
"There are so many printed business cards. Why go out of your way to handwrite one? Was she showing off how nice her handwriting is?"
Zhang Yang couldn't make heads or tails of it.
Driving the Bentley Continental down the streets of the Magic City, he suddenly recalled a middle-aged man he'd seen in a Bentley one afternoon several years ago.
So this was what that man had been feeling.
As luck would have it, while he was waiting at a red light, he noticed a young man with a boyish face by the roadside, staring at him with a dazed, envious look.
He looked just like Zhang Yang had years ago.
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