Ever since returning to Magic City a week ago, Zhang Yang hadn't been particularly busy.
Thinking about it, with his current abilities—enough to run an ordinary Fortune 500 company—handling his current businesses was hardly a challenge, wasn't it?
Besides, all of those businesses were operating steadily and had dedicated people in charge. They barely required any extra thought from him.
So, he spent most of his time enjoying life.
Whenever he had nothing to do, he would drop by Cloud Sea Capital and enjoy Secretary Bai's sweet words and little tenderness, whiling away half a day or even an entire day.
Or he would visit Xiang Xiaotian's Youjian Book Cafe and check on Bei Wei's little business.
Since Mid-Autumn Festival, Youjian Book Cafe's business had become increasingly stable. It had also built up quite a number of loyal customers who topped up their accounts and got membership cards, occasionally coming in to drink coffee and read for half a day at a time.
Naturally, Bei Wei had increasingly taken on the air of a serene little proprietress. Every day, she drove her Panamera to the shop around eight or nine in the morning, then left around four or five in the evening. Sometimes, she would go shopping with Bei Jiajia, and she could now afford—and appreciate—luxury goods.
In Magic City, she had a home, a car, and a small business that brought in a substantial and steady monthly income.
Bei Wei's life was happy and wonderful.
That morning, inside Youjian Book Cafe:
"Hubby, those friends of yours topped up several million yuan altogether just to support the place, but they haven't come in to spend even once." Bei Wei lightly grumbled in front of Zhang Yang. "I don't feel at ease keeping all that money."
"What's there to feel uneasy