"By the way, there's also a random storefront ownership deed." Zhang Yang wanted to take a good look at it.
But the shop was busy right now, so he set the matter aside for the time being and went back to work.
During the rush, as soon as a table became free, a few chattering girls hurried in and sat down.
"Is that him?" one of the girls whispered.
"Yeah, yeah, the handsome owner from the video."
"Oh my god, he really is so handsome. He looks like the male lead in a novel. The video must not have had any filters at all—he looks exactly the same in person."
As they spoke, the girls all took out their phones and sneaked pictures of him.
They were speaking quietly, but they had clearly underestimated Zhang Yang's hearing.
He listened to every word they said while feeling a little speechless.
Since when had he, Zhang Yang, become the sort of guy girls chased after? Had he been underestimating his own looks all this time?
Actually, to be precise, he really had underestimated his looks.
When a man had an unbeatable physique and handsome, well-defined features, and the boundless confidence that came with substantial wealth, the combination made his charm grow exponentially.
His lethal appeal to women was unimaginable.
Back when he was ordinary, Zhang Yang had envied and resented handsome guys. But once he became one himself, he finally understood the appeal.
That was what they meant by slaying the dragon only to become the dragon.
"Your Mao Roast Duck." Zhang Yang carried over a large serving and set it in front of the girls. They had been chatting animatedly just a moment ago, but now they were all sitting primly. He found it amusing.
The lunchtime rush lasted until almost