Just How Much Money Do You Have?

In the darkness of night, Zhang Yang drove his Bentley Continental GT at breakneck speed, heading straight for a highly-rated upscale hot spring resort nearby.

Xiang Youde, sitting in the passenger seat, leaned back against the seat, feeling the overwhelming luxury inside the Bentley, the wind blowing in from the window, his expression filled with mixed emotions.

"Zhang Yang, picking up girls in this car must be a piece of cake, right?" Xiang Youde sighed.

"I haven't tried it, maybe." Zhang Yang chuckled.

"I wonder how Zhang Yang usually picks up girls in this car." Xiang Youde clicked his tongue, not saying a word, but he was already convinced of a certain fact.

After an unknown amount of time, the car slowly approached the parking lot of a nearby high-end hot spring resort.

In the parking lot, it's common to see BBA (BMW, Mercedes-Benz, Audi) cars everywhere, and even more luxurious Big G Land Rover are not uncommon.

However, Zhang Yang's Bentley Continental GT is, after all, a super luxury car costing over five million yuan. While it might not dominate the entire scene, it certainly stands out.

A moment later, the two got out of the car.

"It seems like the prices aren't low," Xiang Youde remarked, looking up at the upscale and elegant hot spring resort in front of him.

"Let's go," Zhang Yang said without explaining.

Zhang Yang used to be reluctant to come to this hot spring resort, since the entrance fee plus a scrub cost 500 yuan per person. Today was a rare coincidence, so he decided to bring Xiang Youde here for a bit of fun.

As the two entered this uniquely styled hot spring resort, they were immediately struck by its high-end and sophisticated atmosphere.

"Two distinguished guests!" the receptionist announced loudly.

Xiang Youde's expression was somewhat aloof, after all, it was his first time in such an occasion, and he couldn't quite control himself throughout, giving off a bit of a "Grandma Liu visiting the Grand View Garden" vibe.

"Zhang Yang, did I hear that right? Five hundred yuan a person for tickets?" Xiang Youde stared wide-eyed, pressing for an answer. "Shouldn't it be several tens of yuan?"

"Yes, that's the price," Zhang Yang said casually.

Charging 500 per person means it's definitely worth it, or at least you'll feel it is: brand-name toiletries and Dyson hairdryer are not unusual, plus unlimited premium quality fruit and extra cocktails, and a superb singing bowl sound therapy experience...

Forget it, he doesn't know if it's worth it or not, anyway, he's not short of money.

The two went inside, changed their clothes, and took a bath. Needless to say, the hot springs inside this spa were top-notch, providing an exceptional experience.

I don't know how much time passed, inside the spa room.

Zhang Yang was shirtless, the dim light reflecting off his perfect body.

Xiang Youde stood aside, staring dumbfounded at Zhang Yang's invincible physique and sculpted muscles.

"Zhang Yang, your physical attributes are off the charts! Handsome, amazing physique, rich... Holy crap, what girl can't you get?! Let alone Bei Wei... even..." He stammered, unable to finish his sentence.

"Hmm... Xiang, you've been working really hard lately, and you've lost a lot of weight." Zhang Yang looked at Xiang Youde's slimmer figure and offered some encouragement.

"Forget it, I know my situation very well. I'll improve it slowly. I need to lose weight first. I don't care about looking good, I just want to be healthy," Xiang Youde lay on the spa bed.

The surrounding environment was quiet, accompanied by soft music, which made me feel completely relaxed.

Xiang Youde listened to the music, he felt lightheaded and blissful under the just-right pressure of acupressure, and suddenly felt the endless beauty of the world.

So this is the meaning of striving!

Zhang Yang felt alright, not as emotional Xiang Youde.

After an hour or so of spa treatment, both of them felt refreshed. They then enjoyed some mangosteens and Shine Muscat grapes at the unlimited fruit and drink area, and chatted for a long time in the rest area until the night was deep.

Zhang Yang stood at the front desk in the lobby of the hot spring club.

"What are your recharge promotions here? Could you tell me about them?" He had a pretty good experience this time and planned to recharge his card so he could come back alone next time.

"Brother, it's like this..." The receptionist immediately perked up.

She patiently and meticulously explained the store's membership card program, then looked at the handsome young man in front of her with anticipation.

"Brother, what do you think?"

"Old Zhang, do you want to top up your card?" Xiang Youde asked subconsciously from the side.

"Hmm, it feels pretty good. I'll top up..." He hesitated for a moment, "Never mind, I'll top up 100,000 first."

Having three million in prepaid funds, spending one hundred thousand at a club where you can truly relax and enjoy yourself is incredibly conservative. It'll probably be gone in no time.

"Okay, sir, please wait a moment." The receptionist immediately beamed with joy.

A short while later, the expenditure of 100,000 yuan was exchanged for a membership card for a hot spring resort with a face value of over 100,000 yuan.

"Let's go, Lao Xiang." Taking the prepaid card, Zhang Yang beckoned Xiang Youde to go out together.

Even though it was already quite conservative, the recharge amount of 100,000 still left Xiang Youde stunned for a long time, standing there speechless for quite a while.

"Old Zhang, how much money do you actually have?" Xiang Youde kept asking him on the way to get the car.

"How much?" Zhang Yang chuckled, but there was no need to hide anything from his old colleague. "This Audemars Piguet is about worth a high-end Cayenne."

He casually showed off his wrist.

"A Cayenne?" Xiang Youde Zhang Yang's display of power and muttered to himself.

Zhang Yang shook his head and smiled, walking straight to his Bentley. Then he turned back and called out, "Old man, get in the car."

"Okay! I'm coming right now!" Xiang Youde belatedly realized what was happening and quickly responded, running over.

It was late at night, downstairs at Xiang Youde's residence.

"Old Zhang, what was the last thing we said to each other at night?" Xiang Youde suddenly asked.

"You're being so cheesy!" Zhang Yang thought for a moment, "Isn't it just... get some rest, you have to go to work tomorrow? Right, that's what it is, isn't it?"

"I'm surprised you still remember!" Xiang Youde smiled happily. "Let's go, I'm only saying this to myself today, since I'm the only one suffering through work tomorrow."

Xiang Youde suddenly became nonchalant, striding into the stairwell and disappearing from sight in no time.

Zhang Yang stood there and smiled, then turned and got into his car, driving back to his apartment.

It was midnight in my long-unoccupied apartment.

Zhang Yang changed into his pajamas, lay comfortably on the bed, and turned on his phone.

"Huh?" He immediately saw the message Bei Wei had sent a few hours ago, which was roughly asking if he had arrived home and what Xiang Youde wanted to talk to him about.

Zhang Yang gave a brief reply, but Bei Wei didn't reply for a while.

"It's almost midnight, they've probably gone to bed early." Zhang Yang checked the time and muttered to himself. He had planned to go straight to sleep, but after thinking about it, he decided to stay still for a few more minutes.

It wasn't until a few minutes later, just past midnight.

Zhang Yang glanced at his balance; hmm, it had increased by 50,000.

Although the balance increases every day, it's rare to personally experience the feeling of adding 50,000 just after midnight. That feeling is truly indescribable.

Having money naturally brings a sense of security, and with that security comes sleepiness, and Zhang Yang immediately falls into a deep sleep.

···

The next morning, before Zhang Yang was fully awake, Bei Wei sent him a video.

"I even fell asleep while waiting for your reply last night." Bei Wei sat on the bed, her hair flowing over her shoulders, her face naturally beautiful despite the lack of makeup. "How are you feeling? Do you feel guilty?"

She yawned softly.

"How about I keep you company tonight?" Zhang Yang asked with a smile. He was a different person now; after all, he was someone who had added a full twenty minutes to the original time.

"Great! My tummy has been hurting these past couple of days, you can hold it for me," Bei Wei said happily.

"Lower abdomen pain?" Zhang Yang asked, puzzled.

"It's Auntie!" Bei Wei covered her mouth and couldn't help but laugh.

"I just suddenly remembered, I seem to have something to do these past two nights." Zhang Yang seemed to have suddenly thought of something, his expression suddenly filled with regret. "How about we reschedule for another day..."

"Whatever, you just promised me." Bei Wei said with a light pout, leaned closer to the camera, and gave it a quick kiss. "Okay, see you there."

Zhang Yang was obviously teasing Bei Wei. Although he was somewhat realistic, he wasn't that realistic.

Old Zhang is not a heartless or ungrateful person.

But···

"Pay attention, this is a crucial point, remember this timeline," Zhang Yang muttered to himself.

Knowing a woman's menstrual cycle means knowing a lot: when it's convenient, when it's inconvenient, when it's safe, and when there's a risk.

Don't a lot of jerks like to add these kinds of names to their phone contacts?

After chatting with Bei Wei for about half an hour, Zhang Yang went to the rooftop gym for his morning workout as usual.

He climbed the treadmill uphill and used resistance training equipment. After all that effort, he took a shower, drenched in sweat, and felt completely refreshed.

After exercising, it's the same old breakfast, but healthy enough.

Exercise, fitness, and a healthy diet have gradually become an integral and natural part of his life.

After breakfast, Zhang Yang stood on the balcony, gazing at the park in the distance while lost in thought.

Starting today, the store needs to begin hiring.

These are things that Bei Wei is doing now.

Sending messages, making phone calls, and meeting with contacts in person—although it was just a small shop hiring, it was still a considerable challenge for Bei Wei, who had never had any similar experience before.

However, Zhang Yang believed that Bei Wei could do a good job.

"There's one more thing." Zhang Yang picked up his phone, thought for a moment, and then made a call home.

Now that the preparations for the Shudu Roasted Duck are about to begin, it's time for him to call home, let them know, and make some preparations in advance, so that when he brings the money back, his family won't bombard him with questions.

"Dad, here's the situation." Zhang Yang stood on the balcony and briefly explained his plans to open a shop.

"Um... how much did you bet in total?" Zhang Zhaohai hesitated for a moment before pressing for an answer.

"Probably... within 500,000," Zhang Yang thought for a moment and gave a conservative figure.

"Under 500,000? Forget it, let's go ahead and do it. It's not like this is the first time you've spun this money around." Zhang Zhaohai opened his mouth as if to say something, but then seemed to give up.

"Starting a business is better than spending money directly on something else."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yang burst into laughter.

I thought this phone call would take a long time, but it went so smoothly.

Actually, it's quite good. Overall, his parents are quite open-minded, especially when it comes to things their son has already decided on. They might offer suggestions, but they never try to stop him.

"By the way, your mother and I discussed it and decided to hire someone to help out, we're just too busy." Zhang Zhaohai patted his back, feeling both pain and pleasure.

"Dad, you should have hired someone a long time ago!" Zhang Yang immediately raised both hands in support.

His parents are really overwhelmed right now. Zhang Zhaohai is handling everything in the kitchen, from washing and chopping vegetables to preparing them in advance. Song Wenqin is busy serving dishes, handling cash registers, and cleaning tables.

This money can't be saved in the end.

"The main problem is that another residential complex here has recently been completed, so there are more construction workers and such. Sometimes I think that if our shop doubled in size, we wouldn't have to worry about business," Zhang Zhaohai muttered to himself.

"Then let's expand! Don't worry about the money," Zhang Yang patiently advised.

"Let's talk about it later. Your mother and I will discuss it further," Zhang Zhaohai said, waving his hand. After all, it was just a preliminary idea, and no decision had been made immediately.

"Then let's wait and see." Zhang Yang nodded slowly.

After a short while, he ended his conversation with his father and stood on the balcony, looking at the scenery while lost in thought.

The reason Dad hesitated was, frankly, money. Expanding the store beyond what was already there was, in their view, risky and reckless.

Unless... unless Zhang Yang has a few million more to embolden his parents.

He has the money. Anyway, he's already laid the groundwork for today. Whether or not he can recruit franchisees, he'll just treat it as if he has, and take home a few million first.

Zhang Yang made a decision in his heart.

···

Over the next few days, Zhang Yang shuttled between the apartment store and the business, managing to make the most of his time.

Overall, he didn't go to the shop very often. After all, everyone took care of everything, big and small. He would just go over and look around, but there was nothing he needed to do personally.

Naturally, he had plenty of time to squander and enjoy life to the fullest.

For example, taking a bath, going shopping, driving around in Bentley Continental GT, and casually giving a ride to a lost girl to do a good deed.

They lived a carefree and joyful life.

As for the evening, he naturally had to keep his promise to Bei Wei.

So every night, Zhang Yang could enter Gu Jiani's apartment as if it were his own. Of course, it wasn't appropriate to enter a girl's dormitory, and he had suggested more than once that Bei Wei should move out.

But Gu Jiani had no objections; in fact, she welcomed him to come. What could he say?

It was midnight in Bei Wei's room.

Zhang Yang gently embraced Bei Wei, his palm covering her lower abdomen. "Is the pain... any better?"

"Much better." Bei Wei lay comfortably in Zhang Yang's arms, feeling very relaxed.

What is one of life's greatest pleasures? It's being able to fall asleep peacefully in the arms of your boyfriend with an amazing physique.

On nights like this, Zhang Yang stayed with Bei Wei, chatting softly while holding Bei Wei soft body, completely relaxing himself.

There was no sound from the next room or the living room; no one knew what Gu Jiani was doing.

There are no grudges that can't be resolved. After discussing the little incident last time, Zhang Yang discovered that Gu Jiani was indeed quite straightforward. It's just that sometimes her mouth moves faster than her brain, and the things she says are quite unpleasant.

"I'm used to it. That's just her personality. She comes from a well-off family, so many people flatter her. She hasn't seen much of the harshness of the world, so naturally she's not very cunning," Bei Wei commented.

"By the way, when you first met her, did the guy who was pursuing her succeed?" Zhang Yang asked curiously.

"It seems like there's no further news," Bei Wei said softly, gently patting Zhang Yang's hand. "Just keep it covered, don't move around."

Zhang Yang smiled, said nothing, and simply shifted to a more comfortable position.

"Zhang Yang, things haven't been going well for me these past two days... with hiring." Bei Wei bit her lip, looking a little dejected.

"Hmm? What's wrong? I was just about to ask you about this." Zhang Yang looked at Bei Wei's sullen expression and asked curiously.

"I contacted a bunch of people, and a few did come, but they left afterward," Bei Wei whispered. "I couldn't keep them."

Zhang Yang asked in detail.

It turns out that in the past two days, after receiving calls from Bei Wei and seeing the job postings on the platform, a few people did come to take a look, but after looking around, they basically didn't follow up.

They probably felt the wages weren't high enough and the store didn't seem like a long-term business, so they just observed and few were willing to stay.

"Our store's wages are at a normal level, right?" Zhang Yang asked in surprise.

He's not stupid. Hiring waiters with high salaries? Just follow the general standards in Magic City's current market. Even if he has money, he can't treat it like it's nothing!

"Maybe... they think I'm not reliable enough?" Bei Wei gave an awkward smile, because she really wasn't the kind of person who spoke decisively and could make decisions easily.

She could understand it when people came and went, their attitude wavering as they wanted to see how things went.

"Nonsense, you've already done very well." Zhang Yang wasn't about to dampen enthusiasm. "How about this, if any more people come in the next couple of days, I'll go with you to take a look, and we'll work together to finalize things as soon as possible."

"Okay, then I'll keep trying to recruit more." Bei Wei nodded gently and snuggled closer to Zhang Yang.

"I'm sleepy, time for bed."

"Hmm." Zhang Yang wasn't sleepy at all, tossing and turning in bed, unable to fall asleep.

After tossing and turning for a while, Zhang Yang flipped the bed over and saw Bei Wei's clear eyes in the night.

Was she awake too? Or was she woken up by the noise?

"Sweetie, still can't sleep?" Bei Wei reached out and stroked Zhang Yang's face, asking softly and gently in Rong City dialect.

"A bit... too much energy," Zhang Yang sighed.

"Don't think about anything else, sweetie. Come here, let me hold you." Bei Wei chuckled softly and gently pulled Zhang Yang into her arms.

For a fleeting moment, Zhang Yang's eyes widened suddenly.

Bei Wei held him and patted him gently, just like she was soothing a child.

Then, his restless body gradually calmed down, sleepiness slowly crept in, and Zhang Yang soon fell asleep.