Zhang Yang's thirtieth birthday was naturally celebrated in the grandest style.
Especially at midnight, when every guest, VIP, and attendant on the island sang "Happy Birthday" together to the DJ's music.
The atmosphere reached its absolute peak.
After that night, the guests who had visited the island continued talking excitedly about what they had seen. Rumor had it that President Zhang owned a Paradise Island in the South Pacific, a place like heaven on earth.
To be invited to Paradise Island one day was naturally considered the highest honor.
Nothing major happened during Zhang Yang's thirtieth year. Everything was gathering strength, waiting for the moment to soar into the sky.
Summer passed, winter came, and it was the end of another year.
Zhang Zhaohai and his wife were still traveling around the world, seemingly determined to keep going until the end of it.
As a result, when Zhang Yang returned home for the Spring Festival that year, he could only spend the holiday with his two elderly relatives. In his spare time, he also helped his parents check on their little business.
Thirty Haiqin Restaurants were thriving, with everything operating steadily and according to plan.
There was simply nothing to worry about.
The new professional manager had everything well in hand, keeping both the front and back of house impeccably organized.
Before the Spring Festival, upon hearing that Young President Zhang had returned, he even came specially to pay his respects in advance, calling him President Zhang while looking at him with undisguised admiration.
After all, in a sense, this business titan truly was the idol of many business elites.
On New Year's Eve, Zhang Yang stood alone on the terrace, watching the lights of countless homes as he waited for the new year to arrive.
The countdown began.