The Assistant Team Idea
"Jaeger-LeCoultre?" Song Wenqin looked a little lost.
Seeing his mother like this, Zhang Yang sighed inwardly.
He still had a long way to go in educating them.
But it was fine. Everything took time. Forget his parents—among all the nouveau riche in the world, who suddenly gained refined taste and knowledge overnight?
Time would take care of everything.
"I know Jaeger-LeCoultre. It's way better than Omega. Come on, come on, I'll explain it to you." Zhang Zhaohai eagerly pulled Song Wenqin aside to enlighten her.
Watching his parents huddle together and whisper, while Song Wenqin's eyes gradually lit up, Zhang Yang smiled faintly.
Just wait.
Wait until his parents' restaurant was on track, until the villa was finished and they moved in, until Song Wenqin drove a BMW 7 Series as the genuine wife of a wealthy boss and got to know the ladies in her new social circle.
By then, she would naturally pick up everything she needed to know about handbags and luxury goods without anyone teaching her.
That night, Zhang Yang lay in his long-missed bed, his hands behind his head. For the moment, he wasn't sleepy at all.
His phone sat beside him, with messages still coming in from time to time.
Just moments ago, someone new had added him as a friend. The verification message said she was Uncle Wang's daughter.
Which Uncle Wang?
The one who ran the hotel—the so-called fellow apprentice of Zhang Zhaohai.
She clearly knew he had a girlfriend, yet she still added him under the banner of wanting to make friends. He couldn't exactly refuse, so he accepted her request.
Ever since his transformation, he had finally come to realize that girls could be this proactive too.
He had never intended to act so aloof. But