I Still Had to Work Hard

Yulin Road doesn't actually refer to a specific road, but rather an area.

As night falls, groups of young people sit around, listening to music and sipping wine, enjoying a leisurely time in Rong City.

If you are young, you will not enter Shu; if you are old, you will not leave Sichuan.

Zhang Yang, only twenty-five years old, was already somewhat immersed in the streets of Rong City, enjoying the evening breeze and listening to music.

"Zhang Yang, right? Come on, let's toast you." Several boys gathered around to offer Zhang Yang a drink. "You're something else, managing to snatch Xiao Bei away!"

Zhang Yang smiled and raised his glass in a gesture of respect.

This group consists of Bei Wei's childhood friends, most of whom live in Rong City, making this a rare opportunity for them to get together.

Several tall, leggy girls were even more friendly, crowding around him with curiosity and asking all sorts of questions, as if they wanted to dig up every detail about Zhang Yang.

"Lao Yang, have you figured it out yet?" The boys next to him put their arms around Lao Yang, clinking glasses and laughing in hushed tones.

"I understand, I've figured it out, and I'm at peace with it." Lao Yang looked at Bei Wei's sweet expression not far away, shook his head, and gave a self-deprecating smile.

Even if we assume he gets what he wants...

He would probably never forget that early summer for the rest of his life, Bei Wei thought, looking at the light that shone in the man's eyes.

That's all for now.

"Think it through and I'll tell you something else." The boys nearby exchanged glances.

"What?" Lao Yang was taken aback, looked up, and looked puzzled.

"We went over to toast you just now and observed you closely. We all think you deserved to lose," the boys said with a shake of their heads and a smile.

"I understand. With a handsome guy like that, it's no wonder I lost," Lao Yang said with a laugh, taking a big gulp from his glass.

"That's not what we were talking about. We just looked into it, and the Audemars Piguet on that guy's wrist doesn't look fake. His entire outfit could buy an apartment in Rong City. So what's there to be upset about, right?"

Lao Yang paused in his drinking motion, looked up blankly, and then downed the rest of his drink in one gulp.

Time passed by unnoticed, and everyone drank and chatted, becoming slightly tipsy.

"That's all for now, see you next time!"

Everyone stood up in small groups, and they all seemed to be having a great time.

Zhang Yang flagged down a car on the roadside and had just helped Bei Wei, who had drunk a bit too much that night, into the car when a boy called out to him from behind.

Zhang Yang looked back; he was fair-skinned and had a scholarly air about him. They seemed to call him Lao Yang.

"Dude." The boy stepped forward.

"Is something the matter?" Zhang Yang asked curiously.

"I need your help with something..." The boy hesitated for a moment, then looked into the car, "Please, you must treat Bei Wei well, you must make her happy!"

After the boy finished speaking, he turned and left without waiting for Zhang Yang to say a second word.

"No... who are you?" Zhang Yang blinked, feeling a little confused.

Inside the car, a faint muttering from Bei Wei could be heard.

Zhang Yang quickly dismissed the thought from his mind, opened the car door, and got in.

As soon as she sat down, Bei Wei followed his scent, murmured a few words, and obediently nestled against his chest.

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The next morning, Bei Wei had to return to Magic City, accompanied by Bei Jiajia.

On the way to the airport, the two sisters chatted and laughed all the way, clearly in a very good mood.

"Sister Bei Wei, your outfit— Louis Vuitton Chanel dress, Bulgari watch, earrings, and necklace—is worth hundreds of thousands. You're definitely a little rich girl." Bei Jiajia looked at Bei Wei's outfit today with great envy.

"As expected, you really have to follow handsome Zhang to get what you want."

"You dare to criticize me? What you wear or use is anything less than good?" Bei Wei retorted without any politeness.

"All of your clothes combined aren't even as expensive as your Bulgari watch," Bei Jiajia said quietly.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Zhang Yang listened to the two sisters bickering quietly, smiling but not joining in, until the car gradually approached the airport.

Outside the airport, Zhang Yang helped the two of them take their suitcases.

"Bei Jiajia, please keep an eye on my shop and help your sister out," Zhang Yang said with a smile.

As a supervisor, Bei Jiajia bears heavy responsibilities in areas such as store decoration, material distribution, and operations.

"Just because you bought us first-class tickets, I guarantee I'll handle this perfectly," Bei Jiajia assured, patting her chest. "By the way, do you two have something to say? I'm going to walk away a bit."

Bei Jiajia, being very sensible, pulled her suitcase away, leaving the two of them to their own devices.

"I'm leaving!" Bei Wei stood in front of Zhang Yang, tilting her head slightly, her eyes gentle.

"Go on, you've had a long journey too." Zhang Yang pinched Bei Tianmei's cheek, preparing to drag his suitcase and see her off for the rest of the way.

"Wait a minute, Zhang Yang," Bei Wei called out softly.

"Huh?" Zhang Yang turned around in confusion.

Bei Wei walked forward with her hands behind her back, then suddenly stood on tiptoe, rested her chin on his shoulder, and whispered something in his ear.

"Sweetie, don't steal any food."

"Stealing food?" Zhang Yang pondered the words, just about to teach the girl a lesson, when he saw Bei Wei run away with a light laugh.

Around 9 a. m., a flight from Shuangliu International Airport to Magic City took off.

Zhang Yang, on the other hand, began his studies in Rong City.

Arrive at Tianfu Catering on time every day to learn about the relevant knowledge of Mao Roast Duck.

Although he prefers to be a hands-off manager, he is meticulous about what he should do and what he should be familiar with, even putting in more effort and focus.

In his spare time, he would sit in Bei Tianfu's office. The two would drink tea, chat, and while away the pleasant time in Rong City.

During his studies, he stayed at the Niccolo Hotel on Chunxi Road.

The hotel's location is unbeatable; it's right across from Taikoo Li, and from its floor in the financial center, it offers panoramic views of the bustling Chunxi Road, truly embracing the vibrant cityscape of Rong City.

With nearly six million yuan in cash in his pocket, Zhang Yang naturally wouldn't treat himself poorly.

The rooms, costing over three thousand yuan a night, are far from the most luxurious suites, but still offer excellent views and a superb experience.

That night, in the hotel room:

Zhang Yang had just finished taking a bath and was standing by the floor-to-ceiling window in his bathrobe, admiring the moonlight over Rong City.

Downstairs at the hotel, Chunxi Road was brightly lit all night long.

Tourists, lights, a dazzling night view, and sports cars occasionally whizzing by, bringing waves of sound.

"A supercar!" Zhang Yang gazed at the incredibly cool supercar from afar, his heart filled with longing.

Although he is financially independent, it is only financially independent in a narrow sense. He is far from being able to buy something he likes without even knowing the price.

Take supercars, for example.

A Lamborghini Aventador costs several million yuan after purchase; can he afford it?

A truly top-tier luxury mansion, worth over 100 million yuan—could he afford to live there without a 90% discount on property vouchers?

Although he already owns Bentley, a million-dollar watch, and a daily return of 50,000, this is far from enough; he still has considerable room for improvement.

Therefore, he still needs to work harder.

Thank you to Xian Lai Kan Hai Mang Shi Zhong Di, and Yinhu Bu Chi Mailisu for the donations.