Summoning Wind and Rain

Green tiles and red walls, courtyards upon courtyards.

The car was parked outside the courtyard, and Zhang Yang and Chen Zhang walked in, stepping into the deep courtyard.

"Brother Zhang is here!"

"Brother Zhang, it's been a long time!"

People came running at the sound of his voice, greeting him with smiles; they were all Zhang Yang's friends in Beijing's social circle.

These friends are mostly from prominent families and are highly valued within their clans. Given time, many of them may become pillars of their families and future heirs.

Inside the deep courtyard, in an instant, it became incredibly lively.

At this very moment, outside the deep courtyard, a so-called wealthy person from out of town passing by the courtyard couldn't help but stop and look.

"I heard there's a private club in this compound? I heard it's something special," his friend from Beijing said. "I'd like to book a table here to entertain clients; it'll definitely be prestigious. Do you have any connections?"

"Don't even think about it," my friend laughed. "They're not short of that little bit of money."

"You're not even willing to make money?" the newly rich man laughed. "Your reputation doesn't even matter?"

"My face?" His friend's expression changed. "We can talk about this privately, but don't bring it up in public. Not even my boss's boss would dare say he has any face here."

As he spoke, he moved closer and whispered about the origins of the courtyard before him.

The newly rich man's expression immediately changed.

"Such a prestigious background!"

What do you think?

The car drove away silently, while inside the courtyard, the welcoming banquet had just begun.

At the banquet, Zhang Yang stood up, holding a wine glass, and toasted everyone from afar. Unbeknownst to him, he had become a figure who could command a large following in Beijing's social circles.

Life's encounters are truly unpredictable.

"Thanks, Brother Zhang."

"Brother Zhang, I'll do it!"

As everyone looked at the figure before them and felt the overwhelming aura and charisma, they were all deeply impressed by this extraordinary personal charm.

This charismatic personality made them willing to be his underlings and follow him around.

"Brother Zhang, my dad has mentioned you more than once, praising you to the skies. He says you've helped connect many Chinese companies with infrastructure projects overseas," said a young man whose family is in the construction industry, filled with boundless admiration.

"My father also said that you are a local overseas Chinese leader in Gango, benefiting thousands of local compatriots. What you have done is truly great, and you are a role model for us."

Everyone spoke from the bottom of their hearts.

In their view, if such a person is not worthy of worship, then who is?

Not only does he possess immense wealth and an appearance like that of a celestial being, but he also accomplishes great things that benefit the country and its people. Even his own parents repeatedly praise him and support him in serving them wholeheartedly.

Brother Zhang is truly the epitome of a perfect idol.

"These are just my duties," Zhang Yang said with a light laugh.

Within its sphere of influence, everything was done effortlessly, without lifting a finger.

As for those projects... China's infrastructure is the best in the world, so why would he need to find someone else? Naturally, he wants to keep the profits within the family and not rely on outsiders.

In this way, it's not just a win-win situation, it's a win-win-win situation. Domestic infrastructure goes global, infrastructure development in the three provinces of Gango improves, benefiting the local people. And Zhang Yang, as an important bridge for cooperation between the two countries, naturally gains even greater importance.

"Brother Zhang, I wonder if we'll ever have a chance in the future..." the group of second-generation rich kids asked expectantly.

"Opportunities? There are plenty of opportunities," Zhang Yang said with a nonchalant smile.

Perhaps it won't be long before Zabol ascends to the presidency of Gango, and when Zhang Yang stands behind the scenes, wielding unparalleled power over those millions of square kilometers of land, he can easily make his underlings a fortune with just a flick of his wrist and a grain of sand slipping through his fingers.

"Brother Zhang is a true friend, I'll drink this cup to the brim!"

"Brother Zhang, you're like a brother to me. Please don't hesitate to ask if you need anything in the future!"

"If you tell me to go east, I will absolutely not go west!"

Upon hearing this, everyone was overjoyed and bowed their heads to Zhang Yang, showing their loyalty and acting as if they would follow his lead without question.

Zhang Yang smiled silently, accepting the admiration and respect from the crowd.

After the welcome banquet, Zhang Yang was surrounded by a large entourage as he went to inspect the Huaying Film and Television Base.

This massive project, which involved an investment of tens of billions of yuan, had benefited almost everyone present, with each person receiving some share in the profits. Naturally, everyone was more invested than anyone else.

In the afternoon, at the massive construction site, a colossal structure was rising from the ground.

A large group of people, accompanied by various construction site workers wearing white hard hats, inspected the progress along the way.

Oriental Hollywood, five-star hotels, top-of-the-line film studios, massive antique-style buildings, bar street, shopping mall, theme park

It's truly a behemoth.

"Wishing Brother Zhang a future domination of the entertainment industry and to become a godfather-like figure in the film and television world!"

"If this film and television city is completed, with North China Film Studio and South Hengdian World Studios, it will be just around the corner for Brother Zhang to dominate the film and television industry!"

Such a massive film and television base requires an astronomical investment.

Once it's completed and becomes a force to be reckoned with, looking at the entire domestic film and entertainment industry, no matter what big names, directors, investors, or producers you are, who won't have to defer to Zhang Yang?

"It doesn't have to wait until then." A voice suddenly spoke up, tinged with arrogance. "Even now, what big directors or stars? With a wave of Brother Zhang's hand, who would dare disobey?"

Upon hearing this, everyone unanimously agreed.

Don't they realize what kind of force they have when they get together?

Capital and power—what do they lack?

"You guys are too arrogant," Zhang Yang said with a laugh. "They didn't even eat my food, why should they have to put up with my attitude?"

These people haven't changed their spoiled rich kids ways; they're still incredibly arrogant. Although the facts are probably pretty much true, you can't just say it like that.

This is, after all, China; we still need to follow the rules.

To be summoned and dismissed at a mere word... that's a bit too much of an arrogance.

Everyone laughed and praised Brother Zhang for being humble, low-key, and principled, unlike them who were arrogant, unruly, and unreasonable.

At the highest point of the film studio, on the artificial mountain that will become a future theme park.

The sun is setting.

As everyone gazed at the massive construction site before them, it was as if they could see the grand spectacle of the film and television base being completed many years later.

That day is not far off.

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As night fell, the group booked one of the top nightclubs in Beijing to celebrate Zhang Yang's return.

The world's top 100 DJs, a popular girl group in China, top model agencies in Beijing, and numerous internet celebrities with millions or tens of millions of followers from influencer MCN companies...

There were also a whole host of campus beauties and adorable junior girls from major universities in Beijing, white-collar workers from companies, and divorced or single young women...

The atmosphere was lively and bustling, a scene of peace and prosperity.

This pomp and gesture were something even Zhang Yang had to commend.

Tonight's theme was all about having fun and being carefree, drinking until everyone was drunk. We drank and danced to our hearts' content, surrounded by beautiful women – it was truly a sea of joy.

In the center of the booth, Zhang Yang sat with a woman on each side, watching the girl group stand before him, bowing and dancing together. He watched the top-quality young models arranged by various modeling agencies line up and walk the runway in front of him.

Waving his hand, pointing with his finger, he points to whomever he wants...

This feeling is truly wonderful...

They drank until 11 or 12 o'clock, then Zhang Yang picked a team of young models and drove them straight to his home in the Beijing Manor to continue the fashion show. Then... they battled it out until dawn.

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Around noon, Zhang Yang crawled out from the pile of women lying prostrate on the ground, walked out of the villa, stood in the manor garden, and practiced martial arts to dispel the stagnant air.

Smoking, drinking, and staying up late are harmful to ordinary people, but they won't harm him.

He casually ate some of the crudely made Lesser Rejuvenation Lesser Returning Pill, and then practiced various internal martial arts styles.

The sun was high in the sky, and he was shrouded in smoke. His fist techniques were transparent, both internally and externally, like crystal glass, and his eyes were clear.

The outdoor swimming pool has already been filled with water.

After finishing his boxing practice, Zhang Yang leaped into the pool and washed himself thoroughly.

As I rose from the water, I saw birds flitting about.

One after another, fair-skinned figures leaped into the water. It turned out that the young models who had returned with him last night couldn't resist joining him after seeing him practicing boxing and swimming in the morning.

Goodness, it looked like a bunch of ocean balls were floating in the water all at once.

In the afternoon, no sooner had the group of girls left than a car arrived silently.

It was Chen Zhang.

"After drinking all night and fighting all night, you're still full of energy. Your skills are truly impressive," Chen Zhang praised as he got out of the car.

"After all that buildup, get to the point," Zhang Yang said with a smile, offering Chen Zhang a cigarette.

The two men, each with a cigarette, stood in the garden, strolling and chatting.

"Have you forgotten what I told you yesterday?" Chen Zhang paused, looking at Zhang Yang with a half-smile.

"Which one?" Zhang Yang blinked. "You don't mean that one, do you?"

"It's that one, but this time I'm doing this on someone else's behalf," Chen Zhang said with a smile. "A friend of mine, the company commander of the special operations unit, wants you to come over and show off your skills. He mainly wants to put those special operations soldiers on their toes. You don't know, those guys are all incredibly arrogant, and none of them are willing to submit to anyone else."

"Does it really have to be me?" Zhang Yang chuckled. "Isn't it inappropriate?"

"The old man supports it, so you don't need to worry about anything. Show it to your heart's content," Chen Zhang advised.

Zhang Yang blinked, still somewhat reluctant to agree.

For him, physical strength has always been a means of self-defense, not something to be shown off. What's there to brag about?

However, Chen Zhang made a special trip here...

Bite!

The system has triggered a random task.

Mission Name: Outclass the Crowd

Mission objective: Please dampen the spirits of the special operations company members and earn their complete respect.

Quest Reward: One Return Scroll (allows teleportation to any specified location)

Zhang Yang was immediately taken aback.

This unexpected task was fine; it simply allowed him to showcase his skills and win everyone's respect.

But this Return Scroll...

This...

This is practically ignoring the rules.

According to the item description, this Return Scroll can teleport you to any designated location. It's practically another ultimate defensive item after the Life Shield and the Injury-Free Card.

In other words, when the Life Shield is used up and the Injury-Free Card goes into cooldown, he is still in an extremely dangerous environment.

Then he can use this last trump card.

He was teleported to a location he deemed absolutely safe.

Zhang Yang's eyes instantly burned with fervor.

Must!

Whether he needs it or not, he can never use it, but he cannot live without it.

The more life-saving measures, the better.

"Fine," Zhang Yang sighed deliberately. "The old man has already spoken, and you've come all this way in person. If I don't agree, wouldn't that be putting on airs? I'll go."

Upon hearing this, Chen Zhang was overjoyed.

"Good brother, let's go, we're leaving now."

His unusual eagerness made Zhang Yang somewhat uneasy.

This guy seems even more anxious than I am.

A moment later, Zhang Yang and Chen Zhang got into the car he had driven, and then headed straight for the outskirts of Beijing.

I don't know how much time passed.

On the outskirts of Beijing, at a military training base.

Chen Zhang drove through numerous checkpoints until he reached the innermost part of the training base.

On the training field, in the distance, you can see teams of special forces members standing ramrod straight, as if waiting for something.

As soon as the car stopped, everyone on the training field turned their gaze to it.

"We're here. That's my friend, the special operations company commander, a rising star in the military," Chen Zhang said, getting out of the car first.

Zhang Yang glanced at it and got out of the car as well.

He happened to see Chen Zhang and the special operations company commander with the rank of Chen Zhang embracing each other.

"Come, let me introduce you. This is Mr. Zhang Yang." Chen Zhang opened his arms and solemnly introduced Zhang Yang, "Zhang Yang, this is Zhao Jian, the company commander I mentioned to you, my buddy."

Zhao Jian stepped forward, looking directly at Zhang Yang.

"Mr. Zhang, I've heard so much about you."

"What fame do I have?" Zhang Yang asked with a smile.

"Your reputation has spread all over the place." Zhao Jian smiled. "We've heard that you once escaped unscathed from an attack by a fully armed militia overseas, and we've also heard that the commander personally wrote down your title of Grandmaster. We... are quite curious."

"Some things are just rumors," Zhang Yang said.

"No, please don't be modest. I'm counting on you to put these guys on their toes." Zhao Jian pointed to the sharp gazes directed at them from afar.

Zhang Yang smiled as he looked at the assembled troops in the distance, then at the special operations company commander in front of him.

Ha... It seems that this company commander is particularly dissatisfied with himself.

If he's not convinced, how can those below be?

"Alright, let's have a competition then. What do you want to compete in?" Zhang Yang said nonchalantly. "Marksmanship, hand-to-hand combat, or tactics, anything is fine."

"Anything is fine?!" Zhao Jian raised his voice. "Wang Jun, step forward."

"Have!"

A figure stepped out from the group.

"Mr. Zhang, this is our sharpshooter. Why don't you have a match with him?"

"No need... I can compete by myself," Zhang Yang said casually.

With his current control over his body, he can hit the bullseye with every shot anyway, so there's no difference whether he compares or not.

"How can I compare myself? Mr. Zhang, please." Zhao Jian invited.

Since that's been said, Zhang Yang naturally didn't care.

Let's compete then.

A moment later, the two men took their positions in front of the firing range.