Call Me Bro
Early the next morning, Zhang Yang got up early and checked out.
On the way to the flower shop where he had ordered the opening flower basket.
Zhang Yang's hand, wearing a twenty-seven-million watch, rested on the Cullinan's steering wheel. The two complemented each other quite well.
"I'm getting carried away. I'm getting carried away."
Even Zhang Yang couldn't help feeling a little stirred up inside.
Twenty-seven million wasn't 2.7 million. It was the equivalent of wearing a luxury home in Magic City on his wrist. With a setup like that, only a true big shot could pull it off.
Even with a net worth of two to three billion, he could only barely be considered qualified to wear a watch worth tens of millions.
"Oh, right." Zhang Yang took out his phone and casually snapped a photo of his left hand and the steering wheel.
He had originally intended to post it to his Moments with a swipe of his finger.
But after thinking about it, the urge to show off would have been a little too obvious, so he decided against it.
Before long, Zhang Yang drove the Cullinan to a stop in front of a flower shop.
He had called ahead and ordered an opening flower basket. Since he was passing by anyway, he might as well bring it along. It was no trouble at all, just a gesture of goodwill. He could check out the car care center later, and if it seemed suitable, getting a membership card wouldn't be a bad idea.
"Um... let me cover it with a plastic bag for you. There are branches sticking out everywhere—I wouldn't want them scratching your car." The young flower shop owner was exceptionally enthusiastic.
"No need, no need. It's not that fussy." Zhang