In the apartment, his WeChat request had just been accepted.
Zhang Yang greeted her, then casually opened her Moments to get a general idea of what she was like. He knew she was probably looking through his Moments too.
His own Moments were nothing special. He'd never deliberately cultivated an image there, and there wasn't much to cultivate anyway. This woman's, on the other hand, were colorful and varied. She posted everything, from afternoon tea at the office to meals at restaurants, down to the smallest details.
She seemed like a woman who yearned for a refined life deep down.
She hadn't replied yet, but Zhang Yang wasn't in a hurry. He got up and took a shower first. Then he came out of the bathroom, wiping the water from his body as he picked up his phone.
She'd replied with a simple "Hello" half a minute ago.
Sitting half on the edge of his bed, Zhang Yang chatted with her on and off.
They were strangers who had never met, so there was no chance they'd instantly hit it off. They just made bland small talk, and her replies came farther and farther apart.
"Let's meet up sometime." Zhang Yang wasn't keen on building familiarity over WeChat.
Whether they hit it off or not would be clear once they met.
She didn't reply until just before he went to sleep. "Maybe later. I've been pretty busy recently."
Zhang Yang didn't feel much of anything. He deleted the chat without a second thought.
His bed was by the window. With his hands behind his head, he looked up at Magic City's night sky and let his thoughts wander until sleep overcame him.
As usual, he got up early to work out.
He had an appointment to pick up his Cayenne at the nearby Porsche Center that morning.
He'd gone from having no car to owning a luxury vehicle worth over a million yuan, and a Porsche at that—a brand that turned heads wherever it went. Naturally, Zhang Yang was looking forward to it.
After all, it was a Porsche!
Even in Magic City, where luxury cars were everywhere, a Porsche Cayenne still drew admiring looks.
As he was taking a cab to the Porsche Center, Bei Wei messaged him.
"Brother Zhang, I'm at the office. Let me know if anything comes up."
"Okay. By the way, don't order takeout for lunch. I'll bring you something. What would you like?" Zhang Yang replied.
"Anything's fine. I'm not picky." Bei Wei sent a playful emoji.
A little after nine in the morning, Zhang Yang arrived at the Porsche Center and gave them his personal details.
"Right this way, Mr. Zhang." The saleswoman in black stockings spoke softly and led him over to see the car with practiced ease.
Under the lights, the Porsche Cayenne waited quietly for him.
Its black jade finish was eye-catching, and its signature front end was instantly recognizable.
A luxury car he'd once only admired from afar was now right in front of him—and it truly belonged to him. A wave of excitement surged through Zhang Yang.
He wanted to act nonchalant and keep his composure, but it was hard!
He wasn't some born big shot, nor did he need to maintain an air of mystery. He was happy, and there was no way to suppress his excitement. Besides, why should he hold it in?
He opened the door and climbed in, taking his time to explore the interior with fresh curiosity.
The saleswoman in black stockings had seen all kinds of customers. This was nothing out of the ordinary for her. She simply waited patiently beside him, smiling.
A little while later, Zhang Yang got out of the car, satisfied.
The car payment and insurance had already been taken care of through the system. Now he just had to go through the routine paperwork, which went by in a flash.
Porsche buyers who paid extra could get a special delivery ceremony, with things like a cascade of flowers. But that sort of thing was usually reserved for beautiful women. Zhang Yang wasn't interested, so he kept things simple.
"Congratulations on becoming a Porsche owner, Mr. Zhang."
Once everything was ready, the saleswoman in black stockings handed him a folder with all the paperwork and the car keys.
The keys felt light in his hand, yet somehow heavy.
He got in, pressed the accelerator lightly, and sped off in his brand-new Cayenne onto the streets of Magic City.
It was just another luxury car in Magic City, but to Zhang Yang, it was one of a kind.
Money could make a person look good, and confidence could give them a different kind of presence. Now he was earning ten thousand a day, driving a Porsche, and had limitless possibilities ahead of him. He couldn't help but feel invigorated, his spirits soaring.
He still had several thousand left from yesterday's ten thousand, and today's ten thousand had just come in. As he drove, Zhang Yang glanced at the phone he'd been using for ages, turned the wheel, and headed straight for the nearest Apple Store.
IPHONE 14 PRO MAX 1TB
He went straight for the top model, priced at 13,499 yuan.
At last, he could retire his old phone. This one cost over ten thousand yuan, and it felt reassuringly solid in his hand. The screen was silky smooth, with its high refresh rate. It really did feel different.
"Oh, right. I said I'd bring Bei Wei something to eat." Zhang Yang muttered to himself and headed straight for a Japanese restaurant.
As it happened, the restaurant offered takeout.
The beautiful bamboo box was packed full of sea urchin, tuna, eel, wagyu beef, and roe. It looked like quite a feast.
Of course, it wasn't cheap either: 1,500 yuan a serving.
A little while later, Zhang Yang carried the Japanese lunch box toward his Porsche.
A little before eleven, downstairs from the office.
Carrying the Japanese lunch box he'd brought for Bei Wei, Zhang Yang leisurely took the elevator up.
The office was quiet.
From a distance, he spotted Bei Wei sitting at her computer, staring at the screen with nothing to do. She wasn't wearing much makeup that day, but her long black hair fell over her shoulders, giving her a fresh, clean look.
"Thanks for your hard work. Here's your lunch." Zhang Yang called out to Bei Wei from across the room.
"Brother Zhang, you're finally here! I'm starving." The moment Bei Wei saw him, her face lit up. She hurried over like a gust of wind. "By the way, what did you bring me?"
"Here. Go ahead and eat." Zhang Yang casually set the lunch box on the desk.
Bei Wei stopped in her tracks, her eyes widening slightly.
That neat, square box looked expensive at a glance!
She lifted the lid. The box was packed full of sea urchin, assorted sashimi, and wagyu beef with beautiful marbling...
"Brother Zhang, am I dreaming?"
Zhang Yang enjoyed the sight of Bei Wei's mouth hanging slightly open. "You said anything was fine, so I took the liberty of bringing you Japanese food. Last time we ate together, you were the one who ate all the salmon, right?"
"Huh? You remember that? But that was just cheap Japanese food. I'd never treat myself to something this expensive." Bei Wei basked in the bliss of being able to eat whatever Japanese food she wanted. "I'm so happy I could cry."
"Is it really that dramatic? Where are the tears?" Zhang Yang looked her over carefully.
"They're there, but they're coming out of the corners of my mouth." Bei Wei smiled sheepishly. "By the way, Brother Zhang, want to eat with me?"
"I've already eaten. You enjoy it." Zhang Yang waved a hand.
He'd had a little something before coming over, and besides, he was trying to lose fat. Eating this much wouldn't be suitable for him. As for Bei Wei, she was naturally blessed; she could eat as much as she liked and still stay slender.
At noon, in the quiet office, Bei Wei sat there enjoying her Japanese feast.
The sea urchin was sweet and fresh, and the salmon was tender and springy. It was pure satisfaction.
Zhang Yang returned to his workstation and quickly took care of the work he had on hand. He didn't have to stay on duty all day; he could leave around four or five. There wasn't much to do, and he'd be finished in an hour or two.
In the afternoon, he leaned back comfortably in his ergonomic chair, enjoying the golden sunlight by the window and occasionally glancing at Bei Wei, who was sitting not far away.
She was resting her head on the desk as if taking a nap, her long black hair spread across it.
"Brother Zhang, why do you keep looking at me?" Seeming to sense Zhang Yang's gaze, Bei Wei lifted her head and pressed her lips together shyly.
"Because you're pretty. Look, Xiang Youde sits right across from me, and I never look at him." Zhang Yang made himself a cup of tea and added some goji berries. He looked like the picture of good health.
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