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Green Jacket heard this and his eyes sparkled with mischief, causing his shouts to immediately quiet down. The driver shook his head helplessly and asked, "How much do you want? I warn you, don't overestimate!"
"I can earn several thousand a month, but that depends on my legs and I need to rest. You have to give me at least ten thousand!" Green Jacket shouted loudly, clearly intending for the Boss Lady in the Bentley to hear.
The woman opened her handbag, took out a pen, pulled out a checkbook, and quickly signed one before handing it to the driver. Zhang Yang was walking forward at that moment and happened to glance inside through the rear window. His sharp eyes caught sight of a hexagonal star emblem on the cap of the pen, which looked particularly beautiful under the shimmering diamonds.
He had never used one but had seen such luxury items; many ordinary people from Flat Top were aware of them due to the widespread use of the internet.
Bentley Mulsanne, Montblanc Diamond-Studded Fountain Pen. Who exactly was this woman? Yesterday she was riding a motorcycle and singing passionately at a bar, and today she transformed into someone with an air of royalty. Even someone like Xiao Hansheng, a Boss, would feel overshadowed by her presence.
Thinking of this, Zhang Yang unconsciously slowed his pace.
"Don't try to fool me with a worthless piece of paper. Once you leave, that check will be void with just one phone call. I want cash!" Green Jacket saw it was a check and didn't even get up, still lying on the ground shouting, "My leg hurts so much! If I end up disabled, I'll hold you responsible for life."
The driver walked back to the rear window and said quietly, "I think we should call someone else to handle this."
The woman frowned as if pondering. At that moment, a cry of "Help!" came from in front of the car.
Suddenly, Green Jacket's jacket caught fire, flames dancing on it. He jumped up directly, tearing off his jacket; there were also small flames on his round-neck shirt underneath. As he jumped around trying to pat it out, he managed to extinguish the fire.
Meanwhile, behind a utility pole, Zhang Yang relaxed his grip. Yes, he intended to teach him a lesson but wouldn't go too far as to hurt him. If Green Jacket couldn't put out the fire, he would step in and spray water.
Watching Green Jacket hopping around lively, the onlookers burst into laughter. The woman stopped speaking; the driver understood and dialed the police.
"Alright, stop pretending. I've already called the police," the driver said as he approached Green Jacket.
"Which bastard set off fireworks that hit me?" Green Jacket, realizing he couldn't continue this act, cursed as he quickly slipped away.
Zhang Yang smiled lightly and turned to leave the crowd.
"The person raised a hand, and it seemed like the fireball flew from his hand," said the female assistant sitting next to the woman, named Yewen. She had actually noticed Zhang Yang long ago. The young woman, only twenty-five years old and single, had a penchant for admiring handsome men. However, Zhang Yang was hiding behind a utility pole at that moment, so she didn't get a good look, hence the use of "seemed."
Following Yewen's indication, the woman looked over. At that moment, Zhang Yang happened to turn back and glance at the car window, their eyes meeting from a distance.
Zhang Yang smiled slightly and then quickly walked away, the license plate number "Shan A 56789" imprinting in her mind.
"That face looks familiar; I must have seen him before..." the woman pondered.
"You say it's our Late to Meet; I say I'm not brave enough to love you..." The woman's phone rang. "Dad. I met with him; we talked. He raised the price quite absurdly. What? This piece of land..." After ending the call, the woman held her Weitu Stellation phone, lost in thought. Yewen looked at the delicate fingers surrounding the Weitu phone screen and couldn't help but touch her Apple phone in her bag, her expression complex, filled with envy mixed with self-deprecation.
A Bentley slowly drove onto the main road, picking up speed. After passing two traffic lights and making two turns, it entered an underground parking lot of a large building. At the top of the building, the four golden characters "Century Group" shone brightly.
The woman entered the building, where a security guard stood straight with a beaming smile.
She walked directly into the building; the elevator arrived just in time. After exiting the elevator, she approached an office door. Yewen helped pull it open; a silver nameplate read "President's Office." The woman entered, and Yewen stepped back outside.
Sitting in a spacious leather chair, the woman had just opened her computer when her phone chimed with a WeChat notification—a picture was sent. In the image was a woman dressed in hunting attire and leather jacket, wearing black-framed glasses with long hair cascading down. Under the swaying stage lights, she held a microphone and sang passionately, her pose extremely alluring.
Accompanying the image was a message: "Workaholic, do you know what it means to relax now? Hurry up and think of how to thank me."
The woman smiled and replied: "You have to come home for dinner tonight; I'll have my driver pick you up."
During afternoon classes, Zhang Yang was still reminiscing about this woman's unparalleled charm; otherwise, he wouldn't have recklessly unleashed a fireball in the bustling city. The young man was infatuated; images of Ding Weiwei and Chu Ruoxi overlapped with that of this woman in Zhang Yang's mind, leaving him feeling somewhat dizzy. Before he knew it, evening class time had arrived.
The university campus in the evening is always bustling with activity. Students are rushing to the dining hall, some heading to the showers, while groups of three or five make their way to nearby restaurants, internet cafes, and billiard halls. Zhang Yang, Chen Xiangyu, Wang Zhongwei, and Cai Fengfeng walk out of the campus together to grab a meal.
The reason these four get along so well in the dormitory is primarily that they are all financially stable and well-versed in social etiquette. Zhang Yang has integrated with the Strange Soul, making him quite perceptive and experienced in the ways of the world, while the other three come from distinguished backgrounds and have been influenced by their surroundings since childhood.
As they reach a relatively quiet street corner next to the school, Zhang Yang suddenly spots a Bentley with the license plate "Shan A 56789." At that moment, Zong Linghan walks up to the car, opens the door, and gets inside. The car then starts and merges into the flow of traffic on the main road.
"What is Zong Linghan's relationship with that woman?" Zhang Yang ponders.
"Isn't that Zong Linghan?" Chen Xiangyu also notices this scene and says to Zhang Yang, "That's a Bentley Mulsanne, 56789. It must belong to his father, Zong Yaoshi. The driver has come to pick him up."
"I saw this car earlier today; it was picking up a woman. Plus, I saw Zong Linghan with this woman yesterday," Zhang Yang replies.
"That woman must be his mother," Chen Xiangyu casually remarks. "Hey, you know what? You seem to have quite a connection with this guy; you keep running into each other. You two are rivals in love—could this be what they call fate?"
"That woman is definitely not his mother; she looks about twenty-five or twenty-six," Zhang Yang dismisses Chen Xiangyu's teasing about him and Chu Ruoxi and continues.
"Oh, I got it! She must be the one known as the most beautiful woman in Shan Hai Business World!" Chen Xiangyu exclaims, realizing something as he looks at Zhang Yang.
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