At Zhang Yang's direction, the high-end private club project, with a total investment of one hundred million yuan, moved forward rapidly.
Two days later, the project was finalized. He personally invested sixty million, while the other members of the car club contributed forty million. By investment share, he was naturally the largest shareholder.
As for the specific preparations that followed, Zhang Yang could not be bothered to get involved and handed everything directly to Xiang Xiaotian.
After this, Zhang Yang's influence and status within the car club were thoroughly cemented.
After all, how many people could casually wave a hand and put up sixty million?
To attain such standing among the Rolls-Royce Car Club, where wealthy people gathered and everyone possessed considerable influence, counted as a modest success for him.
Below an office building near Huaihai Middle Road in Huangpu District.
Zhang Yang stood at the base of the building, tilting his head up as he looked at the office tower before him.
Choosing a location for the private club had been quite a hassle.
It needed heritage and style, so old Western-style villas had naturally been the first choice. But there was too little room for renovation, and the rent was also extremely expensive.
It was better to look elsewhere.
After searching around, everyone reached an agreement and settled on the three-thousand-square-meter space in the clouds at the top of this office building.
In fact, quite a few top private clubs in China were located at the tops of high-rises. Plenty of people liked the feeling of standing high above and looking down over everything. So there was nothing wrong with this location.
The other minor shareholders from the car club were all there as well.
By coincidence, including Zhang Yang, there were exactly ten shareholders.
Ten shareholders, each