Yulin Road does not actually refer to a specific road, but an area.

When night falls, groups of young people sit around, listen to music, drink wine, and spend the leisurely years in Rongcheng.

If you are young, you will not enter Shu, and you will not be able to leave Sichuan.

Zhang Yang is twenty-five years old, blowing the evening breeze and listening to music, and he is already a little indulged in the streets of Rongcheng.

"Zhang Yang, right? Come, we'll toast you. A few boys came over to toast Zhang Yangjiu, "You can, chase Xiaobei away!" ”

Zhang Yang smiled and raised his glass.

This group of friends from childhood to adulthood are all friends from Bei Wei's childhood, and most of them stay in Rongcheng, so this time it is rare to get together.

A few long-legged girls were even more friendly, and they came over to ask questions while being curious, eager to turn out Zhang Yang's old bottom.

"Old Yang, have you figured it out?" The boys on the side hugged Lao Yang and clinked glasses and laughed in a low voice.

"Understood, figured it out, and relieved." Lao Yang looked at Bei Wei's sweet face not far away, shook his head and laughed at himself.

Take 10,000 steps back, even if he can get his wish.

For the rest of his life, he may never forget this early summer, Bei Wei looked at the light in the man's eyes.

So be it.

"I'll tell you something." Several boys on the side glanced at each other.

"What?" Lao Yang was stunned for a moment, raised his head, and looked puzzled.

"We went over to toast just now, and after a good look, we all feel that you have lost unjustly." The boys shook their heads and laughed.

"I understand, such a handsome guy, of course I am not unjustly lost." Lao Yang laughed and took a big sip with his wine glass.

"It's not about this, we just studied it, the Audemars Piguet on that buddy's wrist doesn't look like a fake, people can buy a suite in Rongcheng with all the clothes they have, you say you still have something to worry about, right?"

Lao Yang drank for a moment, raised his head in a daze, and then drank all the wine in the cup in one gulp.

Time passed unconsciously, and everyone was drinking and chatting, and they were all slightly drunk.

"Scatter, scatter, get together next time."

Everyone stood up in groups of three or five, and they were all very happy.

Zhang Yang stopped the car on the side of the road, and just sent Bei Wei, who had drunk a little too much tonight, into the car, when a boy stopped him behind him.

Zhang Yang looked back, white and pure, full of bookish energy, they seemed to call him Lao Yang.

"Dude." The boy stepped forward.

"Is there something wrong?" Zhang Yang asked strangely.

"Please do one thing..." The boy hesitated for a moment and looked inside the car, "Please be good to Bei Wei and make him happy!" ”

After the boy finished speaking, he turned his head and left, without waiting for Zhang Yang to say a second sentence.

"It's not... Who are you, you? Zhang Yang blinked, feeling a little inexplicable for a moment.

Inside the car, there was a faint muttering sound from Bei Wei.

Zhang Yang casually put the thought he had just thought behind him, opened the car door and sat in.

As soon as he sat in, Bei Wei followed her breath, muttered a few words, and obediently lay on his chest.

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Early the next morning, it was time for Bei Wei to go back to the magic capital, and Bei Jiajia went with her.

On the way to the airport, the sisters laughed all the way, and they were obviously in a pretty good mood.

"Sister Beiwei, you are dressed in a Louis Vuitton dress, Bulgari's watch, earrings and necklaces, a decent little rich woman with hundreds of thousands." Bei Jiajia looked at Bei Wei's outfit today, and was quite envious.

"Sure enough, I have to follow Zhang Handsome to eat meat."

"You still say that I, what you wear and use, which one is worse?" Bei Wei shot back unceremoniously.

"It's all over the body, and it doesn't add up to as much as a Bulgari watch." Bei Jiajia said quietly.

Zhang Yang sat in the passenger seat, listening to the two sisters making a small noise, smiling and not participating, until the car gradually approached the airport.

Outside the airport, Zhang Yang helped the two take off their suitcases.

"Bei Jiajia, my shop, you spend more time on snacks and help your sister more." Zhang Yang said with a smile.

As a supervisor, Bei Jiajia is responsible for store decoration, material distribution, business and so on, and the weight is quite heavy.

"I'll buy us a first-class cabin for you, and I'll keep it for you." Bei Jiajia patted her chest and reassured. "By the way, do you two have something to say? I'll go farther. ”

Bei Jiajia took her suitcase and walked away with special interest, leaving time for the two of them.

"I'm leaving!" Bei Wei stood in front of Zhang Yang and raised her head lightly, her eyebrows and eyes gentle.

"Go ahead, you've worked hard too." Zhang Yang pinched Bei Tianmei's cheek, and was about to drag her suitcase to give her another ride.

"Wait a minute, Zhang Yang." Belle called him softly.

"Huh?" Zhang Yang looked back suspiciously.

Bei Wei stepped forward with her hands behind her back, and suddenly stood on tiptoe and put her chin on his shoulder, and said something in his ear.

"Don't steal it."

"Stealing?" Zhang Yang savored these two words, and was just ready to teach this girl a lesson, when he saw Bei Wei chuckling and running away.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the flight from Shuangliu International Airport to Modu took off.

And Zhang Yang began his study in Rongcheng.

Arrive at Tianfu Catering on time every day on time and learn the relevant knowledge of roast duck.

Although he is a good person to be the shopkeeper, he is not sloppy at all about what he should do and what he should be familiar with, and even pays more energy and concentration.

In his spare time, he sits in Pei Tianfu's office. The two drank tea, chatted, and spent a comfortable time in Rongcheng.

During his studies, he stayed at the Niccolo Hotel on Chunxi Road.

The location of the hotel is not to say, opposite Taikoo Li, on the upper floor of the financial center, you can overlook the bustling street scene of Chunxi Road, which can be said to be sitting on the prosperity of Chengdu.

With nearly six million in cash, Zhang Yang naturally couldn't treat himself badly.

The rooms for more than 3,000 nights are far from the most high-end luxury suites, but they also have a good view and an excellent experience.

On this night, in the hotel room:

Zhang Yang had just finished taking a bath and was wearing a bathrobe standing by the floor-to-ceiling window enjoying the moonlight in Rongcheng.

Downstairs in the hotel, Chunxi Road is brightly lit all night,

Tourists, lights, brilliant night scenes, and sports cars whizzing past from time to time, bringing waves of sound.

"Supercar." Zhang Yang looked at the incomparably popular supercar from afar, and was fascinated for a while.

Although he is wealthy, he is only free in the narrow sense of wealth, far from the point where he sees what he likes, doesn't need to know the price at all, and buys it without blinking his eyes.

Take a supercar, for example.

A big bull, landing millions of dollars, can he afford to drive?

A real top mansion worth more than 100 million, if it weren't for a discount on real estate certificates, would he be able to afford it?

Although he already owns Bentley, has a million-level watch, and returns 50,000 yuan a day, these are far from enough, and he still has a lot of room for improvement.

So, he still has work to do.