Girls in one class take turns doing it

"Zhao Yi, are you coming to the dinner party tonight?" After saying this, Wang Hao slapped himself twice, looking apologetic, and continued, "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, look at my mouth! Young Master Zhao never participates in gatherings that cost money, I completely forgot about it."
After Wang Hao finished speaking, the other colleagues couldn't help but laugh.
"Zhao Yi, it's just a dinner party, it won't cost much, you're not that poor, are you?"
"Yeah, we didn't ask you to treat, it's split the bill, are you afraid of going broke?"
Wang Hao had deliberately stirred this up, but now he was pretending to protect Zhao Yi, saying to the others, "You can't talk about Young Master Zhao like that. I heard that Young Master Zhao even saves money on bus fare, walking to and from work every day, so low-carbon, so environmentally friendly."
After saying that, Wang Hao patted Zhao Yi on the shoulder: "Young Master Zhao, your spirit is something we should all learn from."
Zhao Yi stood up abruptly; he was no poor wretch. His family was incredibly wealthy, but due to family rules, he had to live a normal life until he was twenty-two, euphemistically called "bitter before sweet."
Bitter my ass!
The thought made Zhao Yi furious. He was clearly rich, yet he had to act like a pushover and get bullied. And today's incident was just the tip of the iceberg; he'd suffered countless humiliations since childhood.
Zhao Yi wanted to shout, "I'm from a wealthy family!" but immediately deflated. There were still a few days left; he'd grit his teeth and endure it.
He would repay these humiliations tenfold in the future.
Watching Zhao Yi sit down again, Wang Hao glanced at him contemptuously. A piece of trash is a piece of trash. Provoked like that, he didn't even get angry; utterly pathetic.
But he had a task assigned by his superiors; he had to find a way to get this guy fired.
"Zhao Yi, I'm not trying to be mean, but you've been with the company for so long and haven't attended a single gathering. Your relationships with your colleagues are becoming distant. This can't go on. How about this, you treat us to dinner today?" Wang Hao lectured Zhao Yi earnestly.
Zhao Yi sneered inwardly. This sweet-talking, malicious bastard was clearly trying to embarrass him.
"Or are you looking down on us colleagues?" Wang Hao sneered.
"Wang Hao, don't be so sarcastic. I know exactly what you're thinking." Zhao Yi stared intently at Wang Hao. Zhao
Yi's retort was Wang Hao's opportunity, and he immediately snapped, "Zhao Yi, I'm doing this for your own good. Don't be ungrateful."
"For my own good?" Zhao Yi smiled coldly. "Besides trying to scam me out of a meal, you have other motives, don't you?"
"What motives could I have? I just want you to get along better with everyone. We're colleagues." A hint of panic flashed in Wang Hao's eyes.
At that moment, a tall woman walked towards Zhao Yi.
When he saw her, Zhao Yi's eyes softened.
Her name was Wu Mengting, Zhao Yi's girlfriend.
No, to be precise, she was his ex-girlfriend, because they had broken up a few days ago.
Wu Mengting glared at Wang Hao, thinking that he couldn't even handle such a small matter, what a useless person.
"Mengting, you..."
"Don't call me so affectionately, I have nothing to do with you." Wu Mengting looked at Zhao Yi coldly.
Zhao Yi smiled awkwardly: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have called you like that in front of so many colleagues."
In Zhao Yi's eyes, Wu Mengting was just throwing a tantrum, and they would definitely make up soon.
"Zhao Yi, do you still naively think I'll make up with you? Don't dream, I'm here to tell you that you've been fired from the company." Wu Mengting said with a look of disdain.
Fired?
Zhao Yi was stunned!
Although this job was dispensable to him, and the main reason he was here was because of Wu Mengting, being fired for no reason still made him unable to understand.
"Why?" Zhao Yi asked suspiciously.
Wu Mengting smiled coldly, unafraid to humiliate Zhao Yi in front of so many colleagues, and said directly, "Because I don't want to work with you. Even thinking about our past relationship makes me feel disgusted."
A blatant humiliation, and in front of so many colleagues no less, made Zhao Yi's cheeks burn. He couldn't understand why she had changed so quickly in just a few days after their sweet relationship.
"Why?"
"Why?" Wu Mengting smiled coldly and said, "Because I now understand the importance of money. You can call me vain, you can think I'm materialistic, but that's reality. A life where love conquers all is something only a fool would yearn for."
Money!
All of this was because of money!
Zhao Yi smiled bitterly. Just a few more days, and I could tell you I was born into a wealthy family. I never expected you to turn against me like this. Wu Mengting, do you know you missed a chance to become a rich wife? My Zhao family has wealth beyond measure!
"Who is he?" Zhao Yi asked weakly. A sincere relationship had been defeated by money. How ridiculous.
"It's me." At this moment, department head Yang Feng walked over.
A middle-aged divorced man, he owned a car and a house; compared to Zhao Yi now, his conditions were indeed much better.
Yang Feng walked to Wu Mengting's side, directly pulling her into his arms, looking at Zhao Yi with a provocative expression: "I fired you. If you have any objections, you can go directly to the chairman and see if he'll even listen to you."
"Wu Mengting, you have no idea what you've lost," Zhao Yi said
, shaking his head. Wu Mengting's lips curled into a cold smile: "He's not as young as you, but he's more considerate. He's not as handsome as you, but he can give me the life I want. Do you really think you can make a living off your looks?"
After Wu Mengting said these words, Zhao Yi's phone suddenly rang.
Zhao Yi gradually straightened his back, seemingly gaining confidence inexplicably.
His father was actually going abroad and had given him instructions beforehand. Didn't that mean he could regain his status soon?
"Okay, I'll go back after dinner. Come pick me up."
After hanging up the phone, Zhao Yi let out a heavy sigh of relief. After all these years, he had finally gotten his chance to turn things around and hold his head high.
"Weren't we supposed to have a dinner party tonight? No need, I'll treat the whole department to dinner." Damn, this was the first time a third-generation rich kid had ever said something so extravagant. Zhao Yi was almost moved to tears.
And this lousy company, he'd buy it tomorrow and see who had the right to fire him then.
"Hey, Zhao Yi, you suddenly struck it rich?"
"This phone call...did your house get demolished and you got some compensation? How much?"
"You're not going to treat us to street food, are you?"
Zhao Yi tugged at his clothes and said, "Street food won't do. Tonight, let's go to the Mingyuan Hotel."
Mingyuan Hotel!
When Zhao Yi said this, his colleagues were stunned. The Mingyuan Hotel was a five-star hotel! Could this guy have really gotten a windfall from his house demolishing?
Yang Feng smiled coldly. "Stubborn as a mule," he thought. "You're unemployed, yet you still dare to act tough. I'll give you the chance."
"Okay, I'm free tonight anyway, let's treat this as a farewell dinner," Yang Feng said first.
The other colleagues nodded in agreement. Mingyuan Hotel was a high-class place they'd never been to before. They'd get to eat well without paying, so of course they'd go. Whether Zhao Yi could afford to pay or risk getting his legs broken was none of their concern.
Wu Mengting looked at Zhao Yi with exasperation, secretly glad she'd realized her mistake early. This guy was good for nothing but bragging. Calling himself "Young Master Zhao" was laughable. He'd already lost his job, yet he dared to invite them to Mingyuan Hotel—his shabby, penniless attitude was disgusting.
After work, the group headed to Mingyuan Hotel.
Zhao Yi got into Yang Feng's Audi. Yang Feng warned him, "Be careful, these are genuine leather seats. If you break them, you can't afford to pay for them."
Zhao Yi smiled without replying, gazing out the window. His father had arranged for a helicopter to pick him up. The reason he chose Mingyuan Hotel for dinner was because it had a helipad on its rooftop.
Let them know the helicopter is picking him up, let Wu Mengting know he's actually from a super-rich family—what will she think?
Upon arriving at the Mingyuan Hotel, Zhao Yi immediately booked the most luxurious private room, leaving his colleagues dumbfounded once again.
When they learned the minimum charge for this room was 18,888 yuan, they thought Zhao Yi must be crazy.
Nearly 20,000 yuan for a meal? That's insane!
Yang Feng sneered inwardly, "Let him show off, kid. Wait till he can't pay, then we'll see what happens." Besides, he was certain Zhao Yi's family couldn't have gotten a windfall like a property demolition compensation. Wu Mengting had clearly explained Zhao Yi's financial situation to him.
As the waiters brought in dish after dish, introducing the menu, his colleagues were even more stunned. Abalone, sea cucumber, and shark fin were just appetizers on this table!
They'd never even seen such a lavish meal, let alone eaten it.
At this moment, everyone's eyes were on Zhao Yi.
"Does this guy really have the money to pay? Are we going to make them pay after we eat?"
Zhao Yi noticed their doubts and smiled faintly, "Eat without worry, I won't make you pay a single penny."
"Zhao Yi, you must be joking! I didn't bring a single penny."
"Me too, I left my wallet at the company."
"Right, right, I forgot my wallet too."
Looking at his colleagues' hesitant expressions, Zhao Yi smiled coldly. These days, with mobile payments, does it really matter if you have a wallet or not?
"I said I'm treating, so don't worry. Eat up, the food will get cold and taste bad."
They were already eager to try it, and hearing Zhao Yi's words, they could finally eat and drink to their hearts' content.
Yang Feng, though a little money, had never eaten such a lavish feast before. He ate heartily and unceremoniously, completely forgetting his superior attitude in front of Zhao Yi.
Wu Mengting was the only one who couldn't swallow. She couldn't understand what Zhao Yi was so smug about. Even if he could pay, it would be his life savings, right? Using all his savings to save face? Was he out of his mind?
The meal quickly came to an end amidst the clinking of glasses, and everyone started to get nervous because it was almost time to pay. What if Zhao Yi couldn't come up with the money?
Just then, a manager-looking man walked in.
"Mr. Zhao, you just need to sign here," the manager said to Zhao Yi.
"Thank you," Zhao Yi smiled and scribbled the bill.
"If you need anything else, please feel free to call me," the manager said before leaving.
It was clear the manager was very respectful to Zhao Yi, even using an honorific title. But how could this be? When did this poor guy like Zhao Yi have such power?
"Zhao Yi, is that all you've paid for?" Wang Hao asked Zhao Yi in surprise.
"That's about it. I have something to do, so I have to go. Are you all coming together?" Zhao Yi said, standing up.
Everyone else stood up abruptly, not daring to sit for even a second longer, fearing that Zhao Yi hadn't paid and might run away, only to be caught by the hotel.
Even Yang Feng felt the same way; a meal costing tens of thousands of yuan was painful for him.
"Alright then, let's go together."
The group waited for the elevator, only breathing a sigh of relief when no waiter came to call them.
The elevator went up, but Zhao Yi stepped inside.
"Zhao Yi, this elevator goes upstairs. You're not so stingy with the money that you're going to the rooftop for some fresh air, are you?" Yang Feng had thought he could embarrass this guy, but he actually succeeded in showing off, so he was naturally annoyed and wanted to tease him.
Zhao Yi shrugged helplessly and said, "I don't have a car, so I won't go to the underground parking lot. The helicopter is waiting for me on the rooftop ."
As he finished speaking, the elevator doors closed.
Yang Feng gritted his teeth in anger. This guy was really addicted to bragging; someone who didn't even have a car dared to say he had a helicopter to pick him up. Just now, Zhao Yi's smug smile... if we didn't slap him in the face, Yang Feng would be furious!
"Manager Yang, should we go up and see if he'll do something stupid?" Wang Hao said.
"Go, of course we should! A helicopter is picking him up; we should definitely see it!" Yang Feng said with a sneer. Since this guy was so recklessly showing off, they had to expose him.
The group didn't bother waiting for the elevator and climbed the stairs directly, since the luxury suite was only a few floors from the rooftop.
When everyone reached the rooftop, panting, the whooshing sound of the helicopter had faded away; it was clear a helicopter had just left.
"No way, Zhao Yi really left in a helicopter!" Wang Hao looked around the rooftop, not seeing Zhao Yi, and said in astonishment.
"How could that be?" Yang Feng scoffed. "Who is he? Don't you all know? If he can take a helicopter, I can take a rocket! He must have another way down; he must have escaped from somewhere else."
"Right, right, how could that poor bastard possibly have a helicopter?" Wang Hao echoed.
The others didn't believe it either, after all, in their minds, Zhao Yi was just a stingy pauper.
Just then, Wu Mengting's phone rang; it was Zhao Yi calling.
He didn't speak, but the rattling of the helicopter was very clear.
A few seconds later, the call ended.
"Let's go downstairs, that guy Zhao Yi must have run off somewhere else," Yang Feng said, putting his arm around Wu Mengting.
"Oh," Wu Mengting replied blankly.
Before leaving the hotel, Wu Mengting, still unwilling to give up, made an excuse to go to the restroom and asked the waiter if there were two staircases to the rooftop, but the answer was only one, which completely dumbfounded Wu Mengting.
Back in Jinchuan City, the provincial capital, the helicopter landed on the helipad in front of the Zhao family villa.
Zhao Yi looked at the call from Wu Mengting, gave a cold laugh, and hung up.
"I'm going abroad this time, and I probably won't be back for a while. Take care of yourself," Zhao Fusheng said directly to Zhao Yi.
"You talk like you've never taken care of me before. If you're going to leave, hurry up and leave the money," Zhao Yi said indifferently.
Zhao Fusheng knew that Zhao Yi harbored a great deal of resentment towards him, but this was not something he could decide; it was his grandfather who made the decision, just as Zhao Fusheng had done back then.
"This is a Huajiao Bank credit card, with no limit on the credit limit. But keep this card; you don't need to take it out unless absolutely necessary."
"There are 200 million yuan in cash on this card. You can learn how to do business; as for what, you can decide for yourself."
"This card is the Yunshan Club's VIP card."
Hearing the words "Yunshan Club," Zhao Yi suddenly jumped up: "Dad, this Yunshan Club you're talking about isn't the kind that's located in first-tier cities all over the country, only for members, and has different membership levels, is it?"
"Yes, Yunshan Club members undergo multiple assessments; ordinary people aren't qualified to become members. And this VIP card, besides you, only your grandfather and I have it," Zhao Fusheng explained.
"Damn!" Zhao Yi was overjoyed. He had long heard that Yunshan Club was very high-end and offered different services for different membership levels; he never expected it to be part of his family.
"Don't let your money lead you to extravagance. You need to think about what you should do. If you can't build a career for yourself, my family's fortune won't be yours to inherit," Zhao Fusheng warned Zhao Yi.
"Dad, let me correct you. This belongs to my grandfather. Besides, I already have a business plan," Zhao Yi said earnestly.
He had decided to buy the company; if they wouldn't sell, he'd become a shareholder.
Zhao Fusheng's lips twitched. Zhao Yi was a third-generation rich kid, while he was a typical second-generation rich kid—what right did he have to lecture Zhao Yi?
"Why are you always so glib? Get out of my sight!" Zhao Fusheng snapped.
"Goodbye!"
After boarding the helicopter back to Jiangcheng, Zhao Yi went straight to the company's CEO and quickly finalized the shareholding agreement.
The lowly employee had transformed into a shareholder. Lying in bed, Zhao Yi couldn't wait to see Yang Feng's face.
Yang Feng had fired him; what would Yang Feng think if he saw him back at the company?
My dear colleagues, I'm back! I'm a big shot!
The next morning, a restless Wu Mengting arrived at the company very early. She tossed
and turned all night, unable to sleep, the constant sound of helicopters filling the air. She couldn't understand why a loser could suddenly afford to treat them to dinner at the Mingyuan Hotel and even leave by helicopter.
Could he be some kind of hidden millionaire?
Wu Mengting shook her head. That was impossible. She'd known Zhao Yi for a long time, and she knew his family background very well; otherwise, she wouldn't have broken up with him.
Looking at Zhao Yi's seat, Wu Mengting scoffed. He must have begged some rich person to put on a show for him. Wu Mengting even pictured Zhao Yi kneeling and begging in her mind.
A loser who's obsessed with saving face, suffering for nothing—he's hopeless.
At this moment, the other colleagues arrived one after another. Wang Hao instinctively wanted to tease Zhao Yi about whether he'd saved on bus fare today, but found the seat empty, realizing he'd been fired.
"Ah, finally I don't have to smell his slovenly stench anymore. The air feels so much fresher," Wang Hao said, gloating.
Although the other colleagues didn't have a good impression of Zhao Yi, they had at least eaten a big meal from him last night, so why talk badly about him behind his back?
"Wang Hao, he's gone, let's not say anything more."
"Yeah, he did treat us to a meal last night, there's no need to talk badly about him behind his back."
Wang Hao glared at them coldly: "What I say is none of your business! Just because he ate a meal, does that mean he's not a poor loser anymore?"
Seeing Wang Hao's arrogant attitude, the others didn't say anything more.
Yang Feng walked to Zhao Yi's desk, glanced at the things Zhao Yi had left behind with a look of disgust: "Someone clean up this wrecked place, throw all this stuff out, don't get in my way."
Last night, Yang Feng was waiting for Zhao Yi to lose face, and he wanted to show off in front of Zhao Yi, after all, he had stolen Zhao Yi's woman, and he had to flaunt his victorious attitude, but he didn't expect Zhao Yi to succeed in showing off, and he was so angry that he couldn't sleep well all night.
Hearing Yang Feng's words, Wang Hao, the lackey, eagerly replied, "Supervisor, I'll handle this little thing. I guarantee I'll clean it up perfectly."
Just as Wang Hao was packing, Zhao Yi suddenly arrived.
Seeing Zhao Yi, Yang Feng's eyes lit up. He hadn't expected this idiot to come back for humiliation; he could finally get revenge for last night.
"What kind of filthy thing came in? Have you forgotten you were fired?" Yang Feng said with a sneer.
"Fired? When did that happen?" Zhao Yi feigned surprise.
The other colleagues shook their heads at this scene. Yang Feng clearly wouldn't let him off the hook. How could he be so foolish as to come back to the company? How could Yang Feng possibly let go of the opportunity to humiliate him?
Besides, could he really pretend not to know about being fired?
"Zhao Yi, stop playing dumb. Grab your things and leave. I don't want to see you again," Wu Mengting said coldly, standing up.
"Whether I leave or not isn't up to you to decide," Zhao Yi said with a faint smile. He had originally planned to parachute in as a shareholder, but then he thought that would be too boring. Since it was a game, he had to play it slowly.
Yang Feng was targeting him.
Wang Hao had framed him.
Wu Mengting had abandoned him for money. Shouldn't he get his revenge slowly
?
"A lowly employee like you, I don't even need to report to my superiors to fire you. If I don't have the final say, do you?" Yang Feng laughed arrogantly. "
Yang Feng, you certainly have a big mouth."
At this moment, an old voice came, and the arrogant Yang Feng immediately deflated like a punctured balloon.
"Chairman, what brings you here? You didn't even tell me beforehand so I could have greeted you," Yang Feng pleaded like a lapdog.
"Hmph." Chen Guofu snorted coldly, and Yang Feng almost wet himself in fright. Then he heard Chen Guofu say, "Zhao Yi's performance in the company has always been very good. What reason did you give for firing him?"
Hearing this, cold sweat poured down Yang Feng's forehead. Of course, he fired Zhao Yi because he didn't like him, but how could he let Chen Guofu know about this abuse of power?
"This... Chairman, you probably know too much about our department's work. That kid Zhao Yi..."
"Shut up." Chen Guofu roared, "From now on, all personnel transfers in the department must be approved by me. If you dare to fire an employee privately again, pack your bags and get out of here immediately."
"Yes, yes, Chairman, I understand. I will definitely not act on my own again." Yang Feng nodded repeatedly. He had finally managed to get a supervisor position in the company, and he didn't want to lose this easy job.
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After the two men left, Yang Feng slammed his fist on the desk, furious.
"You dared to tattle on me to the chairman? Don't blame me for making things difficult for you. No matter what, you still work under me," Yang Feng said with a sneer.
Hearing this, everyone else lowered their heads. This was workplace power; a higher rank could crush you. This time, Zhao Yi had the chairman's intervention to keep his job, but in the future, Yang Feng could make things incredibly difficult for him. Just thinking about the consequences was terrifying.
In the chairman's office,
Zhao Yi sat in Chen Guofu's chair, legs crossed, while Chen Guofu stood respectfully to the side. If Yang Feng saw this scene, he'd probably be terrified.
"Young Master Zhao, how was my acting?" Chen Guofu asked with a smile.
Zhao Yi nodded: "You old rascal, you're quite cunning. It's a pity you're not a movie star."
Chen Guofu laughed happily at this.
He already knew Zhao Yi's identity last night: the son of Zhao Fusheng of the Zhao Group in Jinchuan City. But that wasn't the most important thing. His grandfather was the truly powerful figure, with businesses in countless countries—a truly hidden tycoon.
The reason why the Zhao family isn't on the world's rich list is because their assets are simply impossible to calculate!
Chen Guofu never expected that such a wealthy scion would be working as a lowly employee in his company.
"As long as you're satisfied, that's all that matters. If you need anything in the future, just let me know," Chen Guofu said obsequiously.
"You're shrewd and know how to handle people. Don't worry, your company will go public sooner or later."
Hearing this, Chen Guofu's face crinkled with wrinkles that could trap a mosquito.
"With Young Master Zhao's help, even making it into the Fortune 500 wouldn't be a problem."
"Let's skip the mutual flattery. If I have any problems later, I'll contact you. Keep in touch. I reckon that Yang Feng guy will definitely give me a hard time. Then we'll see what you do," Zhao Yi said.
"Young Master Zhao, I have another favor to ask. I hope you can help me," Chen Guofu said, looking at Zhao Yi with embarrassment.
"Go ahead and say it."
"I've applied for a membership at Yunshan Club several times, but their membership requirements are just too strict. I wonder if Young Master Zhao could help me out?" Chen Guofu was considered wealthy in Jiangcheng, but his membership application had been rejected more than ten times.
Several of his old friends were members of Yunshan Club and often bragged about it in front of him. Chen Guofu couldn't swallow this insult and had been applying for years, but had never succeeded.
"What's so difficult about that? I'll give you a Platinum membership," Zhao Yi said nonchalantly.
"Platinum... Platinum membership!" Chen Guofu stared at Zhao Yi, speechless, his words becoming stammering.
Yunshan Club had five levels: Supreme, Diamond, Platinum, Gold, and Silver. Chen Guofu's friends had been showing off their Silver memberships to him, but unexpectedly, Zhao Yi had given him a Platinum membership!
"If you think that's not enough, how about you take my Supreme card and play with it?" As he spoke, Zhao Yi started to take out his wallet.
Chen Guofu's legs went weak with fright, and he quickly waved his hands, saying, "No need, no need, Young Master Zhao, a platinum membership is enough. Thank you, Young Master Zhao, thank you, Young Master Zhao."
At this moment, Chen Guofu realized that the Yunshan Club membership, which they cherished like treasures, was like a small object to the Zhao family, something they could easily give away
. Of course, the reason Yunshan Club membership was so valuable, besides the benefits it offered, was that in case of financial difficulties, one could directly apply for assistance from the Yunshan Club, a process simpler and faster than with a bank. The benefits of connections were immeasurable. In business circles, a small membership card was a symbol of status and position.
"Zhao Yi, go print this stack of documents for me."
Yang Feng was a vindictive person; as soon as Zhao Yi returned to his office, he brought him a large stack of discarded documents to print, deliberately making things difficult.
"Manager Yang, I forgot to tell you, I'm on leave today, approved by the chairman. It seems you'll have to find someone else," Zhao Yi said regretfully.
"By the way, I'm treating everyone to karaoke tonight at Emperor KTV. You all better be on time." After saying that, Zhao Yi turned and left.
Hearing Zhao Yi's words, his colleagues were surprised again. Emperor KTV was also a very expensive place, with even the most ordinary private room costing close to four figures.
Last night at Mingyuan Hotel, and today at Emperor KTV, is this guy really not crazy?
Yang Feng watched Zhao Yi's departing figure, gritting his teeth in hatred. He didn't dare to verify whether it was approved by the chairman.
"Just keep hiding. I don't believe you can take a day off every day. I'll make you pay sooner or later." Yang Feng glared at Wang Hao: "What are you looking at? Shred this pile of documents. Just like Zhao Yi, you're a pile of useless trash. What's the use?"
While Zhao Yi was waiting for the elevator, Wu Mengting chased after him.
"Zhao Yi, are you going to spend all your pitiful savings before you're satisfied?" Wu Mengting herself didn't know why she chased after him. This poor loser wanted to act rich, why was she meddling in his business?
"Yeah, isn't money meant to be spent?" Zhao Yi shrugged indifferently.
"Is saving face really that important? Showing off in front of others, then eating instant noodles at home—do you think that's a glorious life?"
"If you hadn't reminded me, I would have forgotten. I need to think carefully about what kind of instant noodles I should eat tonight."
Just then, the elevator arrived, and Zhao Yi smiled and said, "There's no helipad on the company rooftop, so I won't be going up today."
Watching Zhao Yi enter the elevator, Wu Mengting shouted, "You think showing off in front of me will win me back?"
In Wu Mengting's eyes, everything Zhao Yi did was because of her. Zhao Yi loved her to the point of madness, which was why he kept showing off his wealth. But how long could he keep up that facade?
Inside the elevator, Zhao Yi smiled disdainfully and muttered to himself, "Wu Mengting, I told you, you have no idea what you've lost. Win you back? What a joke."
Walking out of the company, Zhao Yi waited for a car on the roadside when a black minivan stopped in front of him.
Several burly, tattooed men walked up to Zhao Yi.
These guys looked like bad people, and Zhao Yi immediately felt a little scared.
Could it be that his identity had been exposed and they were going to kidnap him?
Just as Zhao Yi was preparing to make a quick getaway, one of them respectfully said, "Young Master Zhao, Brother Leopard is waiting for you in the car."
Brother Leopard?
Zhao Yi looked completely bewildered: "I don't know any Brother Leopard, you've got the wrong person."
At this moment, another middle-aged man got out of the car, with a fierce-looking face and a thick gold chain around his neck.
"Young Master Zhao, my name is Yang Bao. If you have any problems in the future, feel free to call me anytime." Yang Bao took out a business card and bowed deeply.
Yang… Yang Bao!
Zhao Yi finally knew who this guy was—Yang Bao of Jiangcheng, the top dog in the gray area! A ruthless江湖人 (jianghu person, a term referring to the underworld or a gangster
who lives on the edge of a knife)! It seems that his father left behind something besides money before he passed away.
"Brother Leopard, hello." Zhao Yi wasn't someone who hadn't seen the world before, and even though the other party's identity was astonishing, he quickly calmed down.
"Just call me Little Leopard, just call me Little Leopard." Yang Bao said repeatedly.
"This... isn't quite appropriate," Zhao Yi said awkwardly. He was the top figure in Jiangcheng, everyone called him Brother Leopard. Calling him Little Leopard was really strange.
"Perfect, very perfect. Mr. Zhao, there are a lot of people around here, so if you need anything, just give me a call. I won't take up any more of your time."
"Alright then."
After the black van drove away, Zhao Yi put away the business card and got into a taxi.
He needed to buy himself a means of transportation first; it would be really inconvenient to go anywhere without a car.
The taxi stopped in front of the Mercedes-Benz 4S store.
Seeing a customer enter, the sales assistants quickly stood up, but after seeing Zhao Yi get out of the car, they sat back down.
Working in a place like this, the sales assistants had developed a keen eye; they could tell at a glance who had real purchasing power and who was just there to feast their eyes.
In their eyes, Zhao Yi belonged to the latter.
Taking a taxi was one thing, but his clothes, all from head to toe, probably didn't even add up to two hundred yuan.
No one served him, but Zhao Yi wasn't annoyed. After casually browsing around, he found a sofa and sat down.
"This loser, he looked at the car and still isn't leaving."
"Is he just here to mooch off the Wi-Fi?"
"Ignore him, it's a waste of time."
Amidst the disdainful glances of several sales assistants, Zhao Yi took out his phone.
He enjoyed watching live streams and had a few favorite streamers.
After deliberately turning the volume up loud, Zhao Yi started sending gifts like crazy.
"Thank you, Brother Yi, for ten Super Rockets."
"Wow, Brother Yi is amazing, thank you for a hundred Super Rockets."
"My god, thank you, Brother Yi, a thousand Super Rockets."
At this moment, Zhao Yi said leisurely, "A few Super Rockets are nothing, they're not worth much, why do you have to thank me? Since you're so cute, I'll send you another thousand."
The streamer was almost going crazy!
"Thank you, Brother Yi, for two thousand Super Rockets."
In just a short while, four million gifts were sent out, leaving the sales assistants stunned.
This guy, he just casually sent out four million gifts, is he really a loser?
A quick-witted sales assistant immediately ran to Zhao Yi.
"Handsome, you're here to look at cars, right? What kind of model do you like? I can introduce it to you. My name is Li Yang, it's my pleasure to serve you," Li Yang said respectfully to Zhao Yi.
Zhao Yi smiled and placed his phone on the table in front of him. The livestreamer was still excitedly thanking him.
"Any low-key models you can recommend?"
"The low-key AMG is definitely the best choice, a hatchback. It's powerful, has a lot of modification potential, and is very suitable for car enthusiasts." Li Yang's eyes involuntarily glanced at Zhao Yi's phone, his eyelids twitching. Sure enough, it was the gift he gave him. Good heavens, in less than two minutes, he'd already spent four million. He'd really been blinded today. "
Do you have any cars in stock that I can take a look at?"
"Of course, please follow me." Li Yang unconsciously switched to a more respectful address. He dared not be negligent towards someone as wealthy and low-key as Zhao Yi.
Zhao Yi didn't take the phone and went straight to the booth.
The remaining few sales assistants, who didn't believe it, quietly ran to where Zhao Yi had just been sitting, looked at the phone, and were now dumbfounded.
"I didn't realize he was so rich. He just casually spent four million."
"That's called being low-key. What do you know? Nouveau riche act all high and mighty. Real rich people are all low-key."
"Looks like we can't judge people by their appearance anymore. Li Yang is lucky."
The group looked regretful and sighed repeatedly.
Zhao Yi walked around the car and felt it was pretty good. He was also very satisfied with the power. The key was its low-key nature. Driving this car, it didn't look like a car worth around 500,000 at all.
"Great, I'm very satisfied. When can I pick it up?" Zhao Yi asked.
For someone who casually spent four million, Li Yang was naturally not stupid enough to ask whether it was a full payment or a loan. He said, "I'll process the paperwork for you right away. I guarantee you can drive the car away today."
After Zhao Yi took his phone, he was invited to the VIP room to rest.
As he passed the sales assistants, he started frantically tapping on his phone again, and the streamer's excited voice blared from the phone: "Thank you, Brother Yi, another thousand Super Rockets!"
Several sales assistants almost cried upon hearing this. (Due to space limitations, follow the WeChat public account [青衫文学] and reply with the number "23" to continue reading the exciting story!) That's another two million!
The paperwork was processed quickly, and everything, including the insurance, was completed in no time.
Li Yang drove the car to the door, handed the keys to Zhao Yi, and said with a fawning expression, "Brother Zhao, if you have any problems in the future, feel free to call me anytime."
"Okay." Zhao Yi smiled, drove off with a roaring engine, and disappeared into the distance.
Li Yang watched Zhao Yi until he was out of sight before returning to the store.

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