These days, strength determined status.
Zhang Yang had proven his strength with effortless ease, earning more than enough respect and friendship within this Rolls-Royce owners' club.
Although the group included many second-generation rich and self-made entrepreneurs, and while some of those rich heirs came from exceptionally powerful families, when it came down to personal capability, even Zhang Yang had to admit, modestly though he might, that he was the strongest among them.
Nearly two hundred million in cash, a system that returned 150,000 a day and over fifty million a year, a commercial street and office building with attached businesses valued at around two billion, plus a newly acquired venture capital firm with an annual investment budget of three hundred million.
All of that was concentrated in him alone.
Whether he acknowledged it or not, he had to be the number one figure in this car club.
At Shengtian Auto Maintenance Center, Zhang Yang sat for a while and chatted with the other club members.
After all, this was a Rolls-Royce owners' club. The several dozen people in the group, or their families, were involved in all sorts of industries, and all of them had achieved considerable success.
Building good relationships with them might come in handy someday, whether for cooperation or borrowing their influence.
A little later, Zhang Yang took a thorough look around the luxury car maintenance center. After learning more about it from the owner, Young Master Qian, he felt its positioning was indeed quite good, so he casually topped up a few hundred thousand as a show of support.
"You all stay seated. Something came up at the last minute." Thinking about his new company and wanting to go take a look, Zhang Yang said his goodbyes.
"Take care, Brother Zhang."
"Let's hang out together next