Surely You Already Have Your Answer

Before leaving, Pei Xiaoru jogged to press the elevator button.

Suddenly, Zhang Yang felt as if something had been stuffed into his palm. He was startled and turned to look at Ms. Luo, only to see her wink at him.

No way, a rich and beautiful woman living in a mansion worth hundreds of millions is thinking of skipping her agent?

A thought suddenly flashed through Zhang Yang's mind, but he didn't think about it carefully and casually put the note into his pocket.

The two went downstairs, retraced their steps through COFCO Seaview No. 1, and returned to Cullinan.

"We finally got photos of the house's interior! It's absolutely amazing!" Pei Xiaoru said, her eyes still lingering with shock as she sat in the passenger seat.

A faucet costing hundreds of thousands? Kitchen appliances costing millions?

Is this how rich people live?

"Zhang Yang, what's your life like?" Pei Xiaoru suddenly looked at Zhang Yang, her eyes full of curiosity.

"It's still three meals a day, eating at roadside stalls and upscale restaurants. What? Does having money mean you have to live a certain kind of life? Does having money mean you can do whatever you want?"

Zhang Yang chuckled.

"You're so down-to-earth, old classmate!" Pei Xiaoru sighed. "When will I ever be able to sell a single house like this!"

You see, Pei Xiaoru doesn't even dare to say when she'll be able to live in a house like that, because she knows it's just wishful thinking.

It's not that I'm hoping to sell a single unit.

"If you ask someone else, there's probably not much you can do." Zhang Yang fastened his seatbelt, half-opened the car window, and took one last look at the magnificent Lujiazui CBD before leaving.

"But you're asking this question in front of your old classmate, so I think the answer shouldn't be too difficult, right?"

"Huh?" Pei Xiaoru was stunned.

She slowly turned her head to look at her old classmate's handsome profile. Seeing his calm expression, which didn't seem like he was joking, her heart began to pound.

"Could it be that, old classmate, you..."

"I was just saying," Zhang Yang said with a smile, glancing to the side. "By the way, you're not wearing stockings today, are you?"

Pei Xiaoru was taken aback, stared at Zhang Yang for a few seconds, then her face flushed red, and her voice became as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

"Whether you're wearing it or not, you... can't you just feel it yourself?"

"Hmm..." Zhang Yang pondered for a moment, then put his guess into practice and proved it.

In the afternoon, on a deserted street corner, Pei Xiaoru got out of the car, tilted her head back gently, held up a mineral water bottle, and crystal-clear water droplets dripped gently from the corner of her mouth.

"That's roughly the situation. If your store helps me sell the shop, I'll buy a house worth over 100 million from you." Zhang Yang rested his head on his hands, looking comfortable and at ease.

"Oh? So I also have to help you sell your shops," Pei Xiaoru said with a light reproach.

"Come here." Zhang Yang beckoned.

Pei Xiaoru obediently got into the car and half-reclined into Zhang Yang's arms.

"I'll give you this commission for the shops. You'd better mobilize the entire store to help me sell them." Zhang Yang gestured a number with his hand.

"So many?" Pei Xiaoru opened her mouth in surprise.

Zhang Yang smiled, not taking it seriously at all.

Money is certainly important, but for someone as wealthy as him, it's not actually that important.

A generous reward will surely attract brave men. As long as he can help sell the shop, he won't skimp on the commission or other expenses.

"If you're capable of selling it, the money is yours. If you're not, you can get someone else to sell it; it'll be the same. In the end, I'll buy the house from you anyway," Zhang Yang said with a smile.

"You're not at a disadvantage, sister."

"Who's the older sister?" Pei Xiaoru lightly slapped the hand on her thigh. "Sell it, I'll help you sell it, okay? Old classmate!"

Whether she sells it or not is secondary; her main concern is maintaining a good relationship with this old classmate. Think about it, having a classmate this wealthy in Magic City is incredibly beneficial, isn't it?

In the afternoon, the two went to see Zhang Yang's shop on West Nanjing Road.

This shop is now a quiet bar, so there weren't many people around in the late afternoon. Zhang Yang contacted the bar owner, who was still out of town, in advance, and the owner specially arranged for the manager to accompany him.

Walking through the quiet bar in the afternoon, Zhang Yang strolled around, stopping occasionally, looking at the 500-square-meter property, feeling a little emotional.

Aside from Shudu Roasted Duck, this is the only real fixed asset I own.

It's a pity, though; I don't know if it will even warm up.

"The location is excellent, the rent is stable, and this bar has been here for seven or eight years. It shouldn't be too difficult to sell it, right?" Zhang Yang looked at Pei Xiaoru, who was busy taking photos of the scene.

"The location is definitely good, and the shop is in high demand, but as you know, a shop needs to find a sincere customer," Pei Xiaoru analyzed with a professional eye.

"I don't care, otherwise why would I need to contact your agency?" Zhang Yang said without any politeness.

"Old classmate... really, the tone you used just now, you really treated me like a middleman, didn't you?" Pei Xiaoru said angrily. She thought that as an old classmate, she could get some preferential treatment.

And yet, all afternoon she was doing this again... and that again...

Zhang Yang smiled, not in a hurry to explain or coax her. Anyway, Pei Xiaoru, who wouldn't get any response from him, would definitely come over on her own, feeling unconvinced.

"Old classmate, do you think you only see me as a middleman?" Sure enough, a moment later, Pei Xiaoru took the initiative to hug Zhang Yang's arm.

Zhang Yang remained silent.

"Why aren't you saying anything..." Pei Xiaoru shook her arms even more.

"Alright, that's enough, it'll fall apart if you keep shaking it." Zhang Yang pulled his hand away and slapped her thigh. "Stop thinking about nonsense, just help me sell the shop. You'll get what's yours, and I'll buy an apartment from you too. Isn't the commission great?"

Pei Xiaoru blinked, then thought about it and realized it made sense.

Commissions from selling shops, commissions from selling houses—work hard, and you'll have more than just a dowry; you'll have everything!

Zhang Yang glanced at Pei Xiaoru, then casually put his arm around her waist. This time, Pei Xiaoru finally learned her lesson and obediently let him hold her the whole time.

After visiting the shops, Zhang Yang drove Pei Xiaoru back to her store.

The car was parked in the open space outside the store.

"Get out of the car, I'll wait for your good news." Zhang Yang stopped the car and looked at Pei Xiaoru, whose face was flushed, in the passenger seat.

The journey, which wasn't long, took almost half an hour longer than usual.

Pei Xiaoru nodded gently, glanced at her handsome old classmate beside her, and without thinking, leaned over, hugged his neck, and gave Zhang Yang a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Zhang Yang, then wait for my good news."

"Go ahead." Zhang Yang nodded.

Pei Xiaoru, with her makeup and hair neatly done, got out of the car with a normal expression and walked straight into the store.

As soon as he entered the store, his colleagues from the Luxury Property Department surrounded him.

"So, have you looked at the house yet?"

"Where are the photos? Do you have them?"

"I have the photos, they're all saved, but there's something more important right now." Pei Xiaoru made a pause gesture, and the surroundings immediately fell silent.

"My classmate has a shop he's genuinely interested in selling, and he's offering this amount as commission on the sale."

As soon as she finished making the gesture, a gasp of surprise erupted around her.

"Give me so much, which shop is it from?"

"I have clients, come on, tell me quickly."

Pei Xiaoru knew that it would be difficult to sell Zhang Yang's shop using only her own clientele, so she generously shared the shop's details.

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After leaving Anjia Real Estate, Zhang Yang made a detour to Shudu Roasted Duck Restaurant.

The shops on West Nanjing Road were his first real fixed assets, but Shudu Roasted Duck was the small business he truly started from scratch.

Well, strictly speaking, it can't be considered starting from scratch. After all, he had several million in liquid funds and a growing business with daily cash returns.

Stepping into the store, it seemed that the day's busyness had just subsided, with several employees sitting down to rest.

As soon as he walked in, several shop assistants, who hadn't even warmed their chairs yet, stood up to greet him.

"Hello, boss."

"It's alright, please sit down. I just happened to be passing by. By the way, how's the business today?" Zhang Yang smiled and nodded, then gestured for them to sit down.

"That's good, it should easily exceed ten thousand." Zhou Shan, the shop assistant we hired last time, reported the situation.

Zhang Yang nodded and adjusted the sales figures on the machine in the store. Sure enough, the situation was as good as ever. At this rate, there was no doubt that the sales would exceed 10,000 yuan by the end of the night.

Zhang Yang overheard the chatter of several shop assistants nearby.

"We were just scrolling through short videos and saw that several top food vloggers were exploring Rong City and Mao Roast Duck. In just half a day, they've already got hundreds of thousands of likes."

"Me too. My favorite red-clothed bald streamer actually spent 200 yuan to eat Mao Roast Duck in Rong City. But to be fair, it did look very appetizing."

Zhang Yang tried searching for short videos of Mao Roast Duck.

Wait, it really is!

I don't know when or from whom it started, but internet celebrities of all ages began to explore restaurants serving Mao Roast Duck, and a trend for Mao Roast Duck seems to have been quietly brewing.

There are definitely driving forces behind this, but behind these forces are countless restaurateurs spontaneously joining in, as if determined to make this category a hit.

As one of the earliest entrants into the Mao Roast Duck category, Zhang Yang immediately sensed the so-called booming trend in the catering industry.

Bite!

A pleasant system notification sound rang out.

Phase Four Task: Long-lasting Success After Opening

Task: Ensure that the Shudu Roasted Duck Magic City in Shanghai achieves a daily revenue of over 10,000 RMB for ten consecutive days.

Task Reward 1: 20 experience points

Task Reward 2: For each day the daily turnover is achieved, a random bonus multiplier of 100,000 will be returned that day, settled daily.

The quest has arrived, and it's still a phased quest from this Sichuan- Shudu Roasted Duck.

Zhang Yang wasn't surprised; instead, he immediately began to carefully examine the task.

The task is simple and easy to understand: increase the store's revenue to over 10,000 for ten consecutive days.

As for the rewards, the first reward of twenty points goes without saying; it's quite substantial and crucial, since leveling up depends on accumulating these points.

As for the second reward?

The reward is not settled only after the task is completely completed, but is distributed over each day of the ten-day task process.

Over the course of ten days, as long as the daily turnover exceeds 10,000, the original daily cashback of 100,000 will randomly generate a multiplier. As for how many times, it could be one or ten times, depending on luck.

Zhang Yang took a slight breath, but his gaze returned to the store itself.

It seems I should join in on this sudden, quietly emerging trend of Mao Roast Duck and give it a good push.

Without hesitation, he immediately contacted the store's operations manager remotely to discuss purchasing traffic for the store's short video account and the idea of launching a new round of explosive sales.

In the era of short videos, a store's account is an important window for showcasing the store to the outside world. If done well, it can be more effective than any kind of advertising.

Zhang Yang spent the entire afternoon communicating and discussing with the outsourced operations team.

Before lunchtime, he planned to leave. The restaurant was operating normally with enough staff, so there was no need for him, the owner, to stay.

As Zhang Yang got on the bus to head back, he unexpectedly found a note.

"This is... Ms. Luo's contact information?"

He held the note, examined it for a moment, and then took out his phone to add the other person on WeChat.

Shortly after, the WeChat.

"How did the house viewing go today?" asked Ms. Luo, the homeowner across the street, getting straight to the point.

Zhang Yang didn't rush to reply. Instead, he immediately checked the other person's WeChat Moments. After all, after hearing Pei Xiaoru's exaggerated claims, he, a nouveau riche who had only recently entered the business, was somewhat curious.

Upon seeing it, he couldn't help but sigh.

Look at these locations all over the country and even abroad every few days; look at their daily routine of using private jets as their primary mode of transportation; and look at all those photos of them backstage at celebrity concerts with those superstars and celebrities.

Tsk.

Although he didn't know if this was the daily life of high society, even just this tip of the iceberg had broadened his horizons to some extent.

Zhang Yang felt there was no need to feel ashamed or hide anything about not having seen it before.

He's just an ordinary person who suddenly became wealthy in a month or two. Naturally, his experiences and knowledge can't compare to those of children who have lived in luxury since childhood. It's best to accept that fact.

No wonder Pei Xiaoru said he was down-to-earth.

"The house is nice, but I need to think about it some more," Zhang Yang finally had a chance to reply.

"Price? Or what?"

"The price isn't just a few cents; I need to manage my cash flow for a while," Zhang Yang said casually.

"If you want, we can talk in person again," Ms. Luo replied, then sent a separate question mark.

"We'll see," Zhang Yang said, too preoccupied to argue with her.

The main issue is that he doesn't have enough funds right now, and since he hasn't decided whether to take the money, there's no need to discuss it further.

That evening, in the apartment.

Zhang Yang and Bei Wei chatted for half the night about the future of the store, and before they knew it, it was midnight.

Bite!

Congratulations, host! The store's daily revenue has reached 10,000, with a random critical hit multiplier of six.

Zhang Yang, who was originally feeling sleepy and about to fall asleep, suddenly perked up. After a while, looking at the 600,000 yuan cashback he received that day, he was no longer sleepy at all.

At worst, the guaranteed minimum is 100,000; at worst, it could be a critical hit of many times the initial investment.

In that case, the gains of these ten days are truly immeasurable.

Absolutely wonderful!