Thinking it over, Zhang Yang felt that this trip to Hangzhou was going to keep him quite busy.
Since he had decided to go to Hangzhou, he had no intention of wasting time. The sooner he went and got everything done, the better.
As for Xiang Xiaotian's matter, it had instead become something he could handle along the way.
He would just consider it helping a friend.
Early the next morning, Zhang Yang drove the Cullinan straight to OCT Suhe Creek Bay.
Then, outside the residential compound, he called Xiang Xiaotian.
"Ah? Brother Zhang, you're here already? Why don't you come up? I'll still be a while," Xiang Xiaotian said, sounding rather happy. "I'll have Auntie come down and get you."
"Come up? All right, that works." Zhang Yang agreed.
After all, Xiang Xiaotian had an auntie at home, so it would not be too abrupt for him to go upstairs.
He parked by the roadside and lit a cigarette while waiting.
Before he had even finished it, he saw a woman around thirty emerge from the gates. She was well-dressed and carried herself with grace as she looked around.
Then, spotting Zhang Yang, she walked straight toward him.
"So this is the auntie at Xiang Xiaotian's home?" Zhang Yang crushed out his cigarette.
These days, wealthy families actually had high standards for household help. It was far from enough to simply know how to cook. The most sought-after aunties were educated, refined, had some taste, could drive, and knew how to prepare all kinds of dishes.
All sorts of professional certifications were merely the basics.
Naturally, their salaries were not low either. Live-in aunties who could do everything generally commanded several thousand to over ten thousand yuan a month.
"Are you Mr. Zhang?" the woman asked as she approached.