Young and Promising, Driving a Bentley

"By the way, which building do you live in?" the woman stepped forward slightly, summoning the courage to ask.

"Building One." Zhang Yang smiled in thanks, tilting his head back to drink his sports beverage and replenish his electrolytes.

A few drops of the drink trickled from the corner of his mouth down his neck.

The woman stared blankly, her throat letting out an involuntary, silent gulp.

"Huh?" Zhang Yang lowered his water bottle in surprise, feeling as though he had heard something strange.

The woman's face flushed crimson; she covered her mouth, then her face, and ran off.

So embarrassing!

"How strange." Zhang Yang watched her retreating figure with a puzzled look before heading straight toward the locker room not far away.

There were shower facilities inside the locker room.

Several men in their late thirties to early forties were changing; being middle-aged, their physiques had naturally lost some definition, though as people who paid attention to fitness, they still looked relatively balanced.

But when Zhang Yang walked in and took off his shirt, he could clearly feel gazes of envy and shock directed at him.

To be honest, this was the moment he felt the greatest sense of accomplishment.

When your physique commands respect wherever you go, and you are bathed in looks of envy and shock, the feeling in that instant is nothing short of exhilarating.

How refreshing!

After showering, Zhang Yang smiled, changed into loose casual clothes, and went straight to have breakfast.

The first stop after heading out was to pick up his car.

At the Bentley dealership in Pudong, a couple with a significant age gap was looking at cars.

The man was over fifty with an extraordinary air, while his wife, young and beautiful, was affectionately linked to his arm.

"How soon can I take delivery of this Bentley Flying Spur?" The man gently stroked the Bentley Flying Spur in front of him, his eyes filled with unspeakable affection.

He had spent most of his life striving to reach the status of an elite, and finally, he was qualified to purchase a Bentley of his own.

It cost nearly three million to get on the road, a price that represented the better part of his life's work.

"Mr. Liu, if you place the order now, you can take delivery in three months at the earliest," the female sales associate in a light blue suit said with a professional, elegant smile.

"Three months..." The man nodded, preparing to make his decision.

Suddenly, a cry of amazement reached his ears.

"This car is so beautiful!" His young, pampered wife trotted over to a Bentley that shimmered with iridescent light.

The moment he saw the car, the man was stunned.

The brilliant blue body, the diamond-cut quad headlights, the elegance radiating from every rhombus of the grille, and the dual-tone linen white interior.

What is a heart's desire? What is a "white moonlight"?

This was the true Bentley!

His mind was buzzing.

"This car?"

"This is the latest Bentley Continental GT, a rare color scheme, and this is the only one," the sales associate said, looking over.

Beside them, his young wife stood next to the Bentley Continental GT, her eyes unable to look at any other car.

"I love it so much!" Her voice went up an octave.

Her husband's arm was being shaken incessantly by his wife, so he looked at the sales associate, "What is the on-the-road price for this car?"

"This car is five million on the road, but it has already been ordered by a client who is coming to pick it up today," the sales associate explained.

Hearing the figure of five million, the man's face twitched, but upon hearing that the car already had an owner, he felt an inexplicable sense of relief.

"Ah?" The woman looked disappointed.

"Alright, let's go with the one from before," the man said in a low voice, making his decision.

The woman had no choice but to let it go.

Just as they were speaking, a series of greetings suddenly erupted from the distance.

"Good morning, Mr. Zhang."

"Mr. Zhang, your car is here, please follow me."

The couple paused, unable to help but look toward the distance.

Inside the Bentley showroom, two staff members were escorting a tall figure toward them.

Or, to be precise, toward the Bentley Continental GT beside them.

"This is the one, right?" Led by the staff, Zhang Yang finally arrived at his Bentley.

This brilliant blue was, honestly, a showstopper; it was no wonder they said this color was incredibly rare, and only a Bentley could truly pull off such a shade.

Compared to the overly imposing Rolls-Royce, the Bentley was the one that truly combined retro and modern, carrying elegance through to the very end.

Elegance never goes out of style, and when it comes to looks, nothing beats a Bentley.

Zhang Yang felt he had truly made progress.

Last time, when he picked up a Porsche worth over a million, his heart had been racing with uncontrollable excitement, but today, picking up a Bentley, though his emotions still stirred, he was much more composed.

Now, there was only appreciation for the car before him.

Touching the cool, shimmering paintwork, Zhang Yang felt as if he were living in a different world, having become a Bentley owner overnight.

Wearing a 700,000 Vacheron Constantin, driving a 5 million Bentley, and with a daily income of 50,000 soon to follow.

He had truly completed a transformation from the inside out.

[What is the happiest punishment in the world?]

[To be punished with youth and success, driving a Bentley.]

[Young and successful in a Bentley, love will never be a controversy.]

"Mr. Zhang?" A soft call pulled Zhang Yang back to reality.

He looked to the side to see the Bentley saleswoman who had been assisting him; she was beautiful, with an elegant temperament that was alluring without being vulgar.

"Would you like to take it for a test drive first?" Qin Ya, known as the flower of the Bentley dealership, felt her face flush for a moment as she was hit by the man's presence.

In novels, a male god is handsome, has an invincible physique, and possesses wealth that rivals a nation.

But what about a male god in real life? It's simple: drive a Bentley, be young, and have those muscle contours vaguely visible beneath loose-fitting clothes.

Zhang Yang didn't even realize that even in the eyes of the well-traveled Bentley saleswoman, he had already become synonymous with a male god.

A moment later, Zhang Yang drove the Bentley out of the dealership with Qin Ya in the passenger seat.

Four hundred pieces of Grade A premium leather from fifteen cows, high-quality wood polished and waxed eight times until smooth as a mirror—everything pushed luxury and elegance to the limit.

Stepping on the gas, feeling the surging power of the 6.0-liter W12 twin-turbocharged engine, and watching the Bentley saleswoman beside him holding down her tight skirt while her hair whipped in the wind.

Zhang Yang truly felt that life was worth it.

On the way from the Bentley dealership to Global Harbor, Zhang Yang received a handwritten business card that carried a faint fragrance.

On the card, the name Qin Ya was written in a delicate and beautiful hand.

There are so many printed business cards, why go through the trouble of writing one by hand? Does she just want to show off her nice handwriting?

Zhang Yang was a bit puzzled.

Driving his Bentley Continental through the streets of Magic City, he suddenly recalled an afternoon several years ago and the middle-aged man he had seen inside a Bentley.

So, this was the state of mind he had been in back then.

As luck would have it, while waiting at a red light, he happened to see a young man with a green face on the side of the road, looking at him with an expression of envy and daze.

He looked exactly like himself from many years ago.