"Zhang Yang, don't you agree?" Mi Guo asked, looking at Zhang Yang.
Zhang Yang smiled, yet remained completely unmoved.
Mi Guo blinked, immediately finding it a little strange, but she didn't feel it was appropriate to say anything more.
Her first remark had been unintentional. If she deliberately kept bringing it up afterward, he might think she was being nosy.
So she closed her mouth.
The group wandered through Hangzhou Tower.
Although Hangzhou Tower had been built quite a long time ago, it was still one of the malls in Zhejiang Province with the most comprehensive selection of luxury brands.
Chanel, Louis Vuitton, Bulgari, Tiffany & Co., Dior... it had pretty much everything.
Zhang Yang had twenty million in spending funds, plus another five million in designated spending funds. Naturally, he felt right at home in Hangzhou Tower and was eager to make a grand showing.
But there was no rush.
"Montblanc?" Zhang Yang had long heard that Montblanc's writing instruments were unparalleled, and his interest was immediately piqued.
He had assumed that, no matter how expensive a pen was, it could only cost so much.
Tens of thousands? A hundred thousand or so?
But after taking a look around, there were actually fountain pens worth over a million? There was even a globally limited edition one that couldn't be seen offline at all, valued at more than four million, nearly five million?
Even Zhang Yang, who could afford it, found it unbelievable.
He knew his own limits. He could accept using his system privileges to own a Patek Philippe worth twenty-seven million, but using spending funds to buy a pen worth a million...
He really couldn't bring himself to do it.
To put it bluntly, it was still a matter of spending habits.
Besides... what level of extravagance did