Money Truly Nurtures People

Inside the apartment, the WeChat request was just accepted.

Zhang Yang sent a greeting and casually opened the other person's Moments to get a simple idea of who she was. He knew she was likely scrolling through his own Moments at this very moment.

His own Moments were actually quite unremarkable; there was no deliberate attempt to curate a persona, and besides, there was nothing worth curating. This person, however, had a colorful feed, ranging from company afternoon tea to meals at restaurants—every detail was meticulously documented.

It was clear she was the type of girl who longed for an exquisite life deep down.

She hadn't replied yet, but Zhang Yang wasn't in a hurry. He got up to take a shower, then stepped out of the bathroom, wiping the water off his body while checking his phone.

Half a minute ago, she had just replied with a "Hello."

Zhang Yang sat on the edge of the bed, chatting with her in a disjointed manner.

They were strangers who had never met, so there was no such thing as an instant connection. Their conversation remained lukewarm, and the intervals between her replies grew longer and longer.

"Let's meet up when we have a chance." Zhang Yang wasn't keen on building familiarity over WeChat.

Whether it would work out or not, a meeting would naturally reveal the truth.

Before going to sleep, she finally replied, "Let's wait a bit, I've been quite busy lately."

Zhang Yang felt nothing and casually deleted the chat box.

His bed was against the window. He rested his head on his hands, looking out at the night sky of Magic City, letting his thoughts drift until sleepiness took over and he fell into a deep slumber.

Early in the morning, he stuck to his exercise routine without fail.

He had an appointment this morning to pick up his Cayenne at the nearby Porsche Center.

From never having a car to suddenly owning a luxury vehicle worth over a million on the road—and a Porsche with such high recognition at that—Zhang Yang was naturally filled with anticipation.

After all, this was a Porsche!

Even though luxury cars were everywhere in Magic City, driving out in a Porsche Cayenne would still turn heads.

While taking a taxi to the Porsche Center, Bei Wei sent Zhang Yang a message.

"Brother Zhang, I've arrived at the company. I'll let you know if anything comes up."

"Got it. By the way, don't order takeout for lunch. I'll bring you something. What would you like to eat?" Zhang Yang replied.

"Anything is fine, I'm not picky." Bei Wei sent a playful emoji.

Shortly after nine in the morning, Zhang Yang arrived at the Porsche Center and reported his personal information.

"This way, Mr. Zhang." The young lady in black silk stockings at the Porsche Center spoke in a soft, gentle voice, skillfully guiding Zhang Yang to view the car.

Under the lights, the Porsche Cayenne waited for him in silence.

The black jade color scheme was eye-catching, and the signature family-style front end was highly recognizable.

The luxury car he could once only admire from afar was now within arm's reach, and it truly belonged to him. A surge of uncontrollable emotion rose within Zhang Yang.

He wanted to appear cool and composed, but it was difficult!

He wasn't some born tycoon, nor did he need to maintain a deep, inscrutable facade. Happy was happy; that sense of excitement couldn't be suppressed no matter how hard he tried. Besides, why bother holding it back?

He opened the door and sat inside to experience it, full of novelty.

The young lady in black silk stockings beside him was a veteran who had seen all kinds of customers. She remained unfazed, keeping a smile on her face and waiting with great patience.

A moment later, Zhang Yang stepped out of the car, feeling completely satisfied.

The car payment and insurance fees had been prepaid in the system, so the paperwork process was handled like a breeze, moving incredibly fast.

There was a special delivery ceremony for Porsche buyers if they paid extra, such as a waterfall of flowers, but that was usually reserved for the ladies. Zhang Yang didn't go for that; he kept everything simple.

"Mr. Zhang, congratulations on becoming a Porsche owner."

When everything was ready, the young lady in black silk stockings handed him a document folder containing all the paperwork, along with the car keys.

Zhang Yang took the keys; they felt light, yet heavy at the same time.

He got into the car, tapped the gas pedal lightly, and drove the brand-new Cayenne onto the streets of Magic City.

In Magic City, this was a common luxury car, but in Zhang Yang's heart, this vehicle was one of a kind.

Money could nourish a person, and confidence naturally gave one a different temperament. At this moment, with a daily income of ten thousand and driving a Porsche, the future held infinite possibilities. He appeared high-spirited and radiant.

He still had several thousand left from yesterday's ten thousand, and today's ten thousand had just arrived. As he drove, Zhang Yang looked at his old phone, turned the steering wheel, and headed straight for the nearest Apple Store.

iPhone 14 Pro Max 1TB.

He went straight for the top-tier model, priced at 13,499.

This way, he could finally retire his old phone. Holding a phone worth over ten thousand, the heavy, solid feel and the silky-smooth high-refresh-rate screen truly felt different.

"Right, I promised to bring food for Bei Wei." Zhang Yang muttered to himself and headed straight to a Japanese restaurant.

As it happened, this place also offered takeout.

The exquisite bamboo packaging box was filled to the brim with sea urchin, tuna, eel, Wagyu beef, and caviar—it looked incredibly sumptuous.

Of course, the price wasn't cheap either: fifteen hundred per serving.

A moment later, Zhang Yang picked up the Japanese bento box and walked toward his Porsche.

Around eleven o'clock, downstairs at the company.

Zhang Yang carried the Japanese bento box he had brought for Bei Wei and stepped into the elevator at a leisurely pace.

Inside the office, it was completely quiet.

From a distance, he saw Bei Wei sitting in front of her computer, staring at the screen in boredom. She hadn't worn much makeup today, but her long black hair draped over her shoulders, giving her a fresh, natural look.

"Hard work today, here's your lunch." Zhang Yang looked toward Bei Wei from afar.

"Brother Zhang, you're finally here! I was starving." As soon as Bei Wei saw Zhang Yang, she was overjoyed and trotted over like a gust of wind. "Right, what did you bring me?"

"Here, go eat." Zhang Yang casually placed the bento box on the desk.

Bei Wei paused, her eyes widening slightly.

This square, exquisite packaging—it didn't look cheap at all, did it?

Lifting the lid, she saw it packed to the brim with sea urchin, various types of sashimi, and Wagyu beef with beautiful marbling...

"Brother Zhang, am I dreaming?"

Zhang Yang admired the way Bei Wei's mouth hung slightly open. "You said to bring whatever, so I took the liberty of getting Japanese food. You ate all the salmon at our last team dinner, didn't you?"

"Ah? Brother Zhang, you remembered that? But that was just affordable Japanese food; I wouldn't dare eat something this expensive." Bei Wei was immersed in the bliss of Japanese food freedom. "I'm so happy I could cry."

"That dramatic? Where are the tears?" Zhang Yang examined her closely.

"The tears are there, but they're flowing from the corners of my mouth." Bei Wei gave an embarrassed smile. "By the way, Brother Zhang, let's eat together?"

"I just ate, you enjoy this yourself." Zhang Yang waved his hand.

He had already eaten a little before coming, and besides, he was trying to cut fat, so eating like this wouldn't be appropriate. As for Bei Wei, she was naturally gifted; no matter how much she ate, she stayed just as slim.

At noon, in the quiet office, Bei Wei sat there, immersed in her Japanese feast.

The sea urchin was fresh and sweet, the salmon tender and bouncy—the sense of satisfaction was absolute.

Zhang Yang sat back at his workstation and handled his pending tasks. Being on duty didn't require staying all day; he could leave around four or five o'clock, and with not much work on hand, he would be finished in an hour or two.

In the afternoon, he leaned back comfortably in his ergonomic chair, watching the golden sunlight by the window while occasionally glancing at Bei Wei not far away.

She was slumped over her desk as if dozing off, her long, dark hair scattered across the table.

"Brother Zhang, why do you keep looking at me?" Seemingly sensing Zhang Yang's gaze, Bei Wei lifted her head, pursing her lips shyly.

"Because you're pretty. Look at Xiang Youde sitting across from me; I never look at him." Zhang Yang brewed a cup of tea, added some goji berries, and looked exceptionally health-conscious.