Chapter 40: Young and Successful, Driving a Bentley
"By the way, which building do you live in?" The woman stepped slightly closer and gathered the courage to ask.
"Building One." Zhang Yang smiled in thanks and tilted his head back to drink a sports drink to replenish electrolytes.
A few drops of the drink flowed from the corner of his mouth down along his neck.
The woman stared blankly, and her throat made a quiet gulping sound.
"Huh?" Zhang Yang lowered the water bottle in surprise, feeling as if he had heard some strange noise.
The woman's face flushed red. She covered her mouth, then covered her face and ran away.
Too embarrassing!
"How strange." Zhang Yang looked oddly at the woman's departing figure and walked straight toward the changing room nearby.
There were showers inside the locker room.
Some men in their thirties approaching forty were changing clothes. Being middle-aged, their bodies naturally showed some signs of decline. However, these people paid attention to body management, so overall they still looked fairly well-proportioned.
But when Zhang Yang walked in and took off his shirt, he could clearly feel waves of gazes filled with envy and shock.
When did one feel the greatest sense of achievement? To be honest, it was right now.
When wherever you went, your physique commanded respect. When you were bathed in gazes of envy and astonishment. That momentary feeling was incredibly satisfying.
Refreshing!
After showering, Zhang Yang smiled, changed into loose casual clothes, and went to eat breakfast.
His first stop after leaving was to pick up his car.
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Inside the Bentley dealership in Pudong, a couple with a noticeable age gap were looking at cars.
The man was over fifty, with an extraordinary bearing. His wife was young and beautiful, affectionately holding his arm.
"When can this Flying Spur be picked up at the earliest?" The man gently touched the Bentley Flying Spur in front of him, his eyes filled with indescribable affection.
After struggling for most of his life, he had finally reached a position above others and finally had the qualification to pick up a Bentley that belonged to him.
The price after everything was less than three million, yet it had taken most of his life to reach this point.
"Mr. Liu, if you place an order now, you can pick up the car in about three months at the earliest." The Bentley saleswoman, dressed in a light blue suit with an elegant and professional demeanor, spoke with a smile.
"Three months…" The man nodded and was about to make a decision.
Suddenly, a voice of amazement came from nearby.
"This car is so beautiful!"
His young wife ran over to a Bentley that shimmered brilliantly.
The moment the man saw that car, he was stunned.
A dazzling blue body, four diamond-cut circular headlights, every rhombus of the grille radiating elegance, and a two-tone linen-white interior.
What did it mean to be a dream car? What was a crush?
This was Bentley.
The man's mind buzzed.
"This car?"
"This is the latest Bentley Continental GT, a rare color configuration. There's only this one." The saleswoman looked over.
Beside the car, his young wife stood next to the Bentley Continental GT, her eyes no longer able to accommodate any other vehicle.
"I love it!" Her voice even changed pitch.
The man's arm was shaken continuously by his wife. He looked at the saleswoman.
"What's the final price for this car?"
"The final price is five million, but it already has an owner. The owner is coming to pick it up today," the Bentley saleswoman explained.
When he heard the number five million, the man's face twitched slightly. But when he heard that the car already had an owner, he suddenly felt strangely relieved.
"Ah?" The woman beside him looked disappointed.
"Alright, let's go with the one we looked at earlier." The man spoke in a deep voice and made his decision.
The woman could only give up.
Just then, greetings suddenly rose one after another from the distance.
"Hello, Mr. Zhang."
"Mr. Zhang, your car is here. This way please."
The couple stopped and involuntarily looked toward the distance.
Inside the Bentley dealership, two staff members surrounded a tall figure and walked toward them.
More accurately, they were walking toward the Bentley Continental GT beside them.
"This is the one, right?" Under the guidance of the staff, Zhang Yang finally arrived beside his Bentley.
That dazzling blue color truly dominated the entire showroom. No wonder the color was said to be extremely rare, and only Bentley could truly carry such a shade.
Compared with Rolls-Royce, whose presence was overwhelmingly powerful, Bentley truly combined retro and modern design, carrying elegance through to the end.
Elegance never went out of style. When it came to beauty, Bentley was still the most beautiful.
Zhang Yang felt that he had really improved.
The last time he picked up a Porsche worth over a million, his heart had still been surging uncontrollably. But today, when picking up the Bentley, although there was still excitement, it was much calmer.
What he felt more was appreciation for the car before him.
Touching the cool yet radiant paint, Zhang Yang felt as if it had been another lifetime since he had become a Bentley owner.
Wearing a seven-hundred-thousand yuan Vacheron Constantin, driving a five-million-yuan Bentley, and soon about to earn fifty thousand a day.
He had truly completed a transformation from the inside out.
What is the happiest punishment in the world?
To punish you by making you young and successful, driving a Bentley.
Young and successful driving a Bentley, love will never be disputed.
"Mr. Zhang?" A gentle voice called him back to reality.
He looked to the side and saw the Bentley saleswoman who had served him. She was beautiful, with a good temperament-charming but not vulgar.
"Would you like to test drive it first?" Qin Ya, known as the 'flower of the Bentley dealership', couldn't help but blush slightly in the face of the overwhelming masculine presence.
In novels, the male god is handsome, invincible in physique, and richer than a nation.
But in real life, what is a male god like?
Very simple. He drives a Bentley, is young, and beneath those seemingly loose clothes, the outline of muscles can faintly be seen.
Zhang Yang himself didn't know that in the eyes of the well-traveled Bentley saleswoman before him, he had already been placed firmly in the category of a male god.
A moment later, Zhang Yang drove the Bentley out of the dealership with Qin Ya inside.
Four hundred pieces of top-grade leather sourced from fifteen cows, and premium wood polished eight times with wax until it shone like a mirror-every detail carried luxury and elegance to the extreme.
Pressing the accelerator, feeling the surging power of the 6.0-liter (~0.006 m³ / ~366 cubic inches) W12 twin-turbocharged engine, and seeing the Bentley saleswoman beside him holding down her tight skirt while her hair scattered in the wind—
Zhang Yang truly felt that life was worth it.
On the way from the Bentley dealership to Global Harbor, Zhang Yang received a handwritten business card that carried a faint fragrance.
On the card, the name Qin Ya was written in delicate, elegant handwriting.
"There are so many printed business cards. Why did she insist on writing one by hand? Does she just want to show off her handwriting?"
Zhang Yang couldn't quite figure it out.
Driving the Bentley Continental along the streets of Shanghai, he suddenly recalled an afternoon from several years ago, when he had seen a middle-aged man sitting inside a Bentley.
So that was the state of mind the man had back then.
By coincidence, while waiting at a traffic light, he happened to see a young man with an immature face standing by the roadside, staring at him with envy and absent-minded fascination.
Exactly like himself many years ago.
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