Inside the store, Zhang Yang and Bei Wei stood at the counter, looking at the rows of famous watches. Spending hundreds of thousands was routine, and watches in the million-yuan range were nothing unusual.
"Zhang Yang, are you getting another watch?" Bei Wei asked quietly beside him.
"I'm just looking." Zhang Yang glanced over the watches in the case, pointed out a few, then went straight to the lounge nearby to wait.
Before long, a sales associate brought over the watches he'd picked out.
"This is your Vacheron Constantin."
The associate had specially prepared a soft cushion for the Vacheron Constantin Zhang Yang had taken off. After all, it was a 700,000-yuan watch. Ordinary people might overlook it or fail to recognize its value, but the women here worked in this business and had sharper eyes than anyone.
In the watch box beside them, several Royal Oaks were lined up. Zhang Yang tried them on one by one.
He hadn't even looked at the watches that cost a few hundred thousand. Every one he'd chosen started at a million. Everyone said you had to wait in line for an Audemars Piguet, so why hadn't he had to?
A moment later, Zhang Yang turned his wrist beneath the lights, admiring the 1.8-million-yuan Audemars Piguet Royal Oak.
It had an 18-karat rose-gold case and a 41-millimeter diameter.
Maybe the price of 1.8 million had subtly enhanced its appeal. Either way, Zhang Yang felt that even the light glinting off this watch's dial seemed brighter than it did on the others.
"You have such a good eye. This one really suits your style," the saleswoman beside him hastened to chime in.
It wasn't as though she was just flattering him. A tall, handsome man like this, wearing a 1.8-million-yuan watch, had an aura