"By the way, I still need to buy a new outfit," Zhang Zhaohai suddenly muttered.
"No need, Dad." Zhang Yang shook his head with a smile. "As long as you're dressed appropriately, it's not like you have to be covered in luxury brands."
Without needing him to say more, Zhang Zhaohai immediately understood.
That was right.
People only piled on what they lacked.
Did truly wealthy people really care about proving themselves through superficial things? They simply wore whatever felt comfortable.
Besides, a Maybach S680 already said it all.
"But you can't go without anything at all." After thinking it over, Zhang Yang took out the Vacheron Constantin watch he had long stopped wearing.
It could not compare to the ten-million-yuan Patek Philippe he wore now, but it was still a world-famous watch worth seven hundred thousand yuan. It would certainly be impressive enough for his father to wear out.
"A watch?" Zhang Zhaohai took it suspiciously.
He knew a thing or two about watches, so he recognized at a glance that it was a Vacheron Constantin.
"You even prepared a Vacheron Constantin for your old man? Let me try it on!"
Beaming, Zhang Zhaohai held out his wrist and put on the seven-hundred-thousand-yuan Vacheron Constantin. Though he did not know its exact price, he knew it had to be expensive.
After putting it on, Zhang Zhaohai stood before the mirror and examined himself.
In the blink of an eye, he looked every bit like a middle-aged big boss with a seven-hundred-thousand-yuan luxury watch, a Maybach, and his own restaurant.
It had to be said—having wealth to back you up really did transform one's bearing instantly.
Zhang Zhaohai nodded in satisfaction.
Near noon, the family of three headed out.
Downstairs, the Maybach and Cullinan parked side by side were naturally