Chapter 163: The Meteor Lights of a Maybach

“Actually, he’s my client.” Faced with her mother’s questioning, Lin Jingmin could only weakly explain the whole story from beginning to end.

After hearing it all, Lin’s mother sat there blankly, unable to say a word.

“At the end of the day, your daughter’s new car and new house are all depending on this Mr. Zhang.” Seeing that her mother remained silent, Lin Jingmin added softly.

“This is simply absurd. I thought… I thought…” Lin’s mother couldn’t even finish her sentence.

“Thought what? Thought he really was the boyfriend I brought home?” Lin Jingmin shook her head, her eyes briefly distant. “How would I have that kind of luck?”

From the very beginning, the two of them had made it clear-they were headed toward the most direct, straightforward kind of relationship.

How could she dare hope for anything else?

Of course, Zhang Yang had no idea how Designer Lin was interrogated by her mother after he left.

But it didn’t take much imagination to know there must have been another round of explanations. In any case, none of it had anything to do with him.

“Time to go pick up the car.” Zhang Yang glanced down at the time.

Just now, he had received a call from the Mercedes dealership saying that the Maybach S680 had arrived.

He had already paid the deposit for the car in advance. Going there now was just a matter of inspecting the car and handling the paperwork.

Naturally, the car would be registered under his father’s name.

Once everything was done, he would deliver it straight to his father.

“A Maybach… Dad should really like it.” A faint smile appeared on Zhang Yang’s face as he thought of the Maybach’s meteor lights and remembered a phrase.

So it turned out the starry sky girls liked was the Rolls-Royce starlight headliner, the meteor they liked was the Maybach’s meteor shower lights, and the sea they liked was some boss’s Mediterranean.

See? Having money really was nice. Even if he couldn’t pluck the stars from the sky, he could still give plenty of other stars-including but not limited to a starlight headliner, meteor shower lights, Patek Philippe’s Sky Moon, and LV’s Galaxy.

The Cullinan moved through the streets of Yinghai, drawing glances from passersby as it bathed in the morning light and headed forward.

Inside Yinghai Mercedes 4S dealership, the newly arrived Maybach S680 was surrounded by people.

Black and brown two-tone paint, the classic Maybach vertical grille, the V12 badge, and the timeless Maybach-exclusive wheels.

Luxury and elegance rushed toward everyone.

“It’s so beautiful, damn.”

“No wonder it’s the king of Benz. Is the owner from Yinghai? Wonder what kind of big shot they are.”

Everyone surrounded the newly arrived Maybach S680, chatting excitedly.

The men and women at the Mercedes store were all dressed in steady black suits, carrying the mature style to the end.

The customers who had come to look at or pick up cars all found themselves unable to pull their eyes away from the Maybach S680.

But the price of over four million after everything was a constant reminder.

Was this really a car they could own?

“The owner’s here!” someone suddenly shouted from afar.

People in the showroom-a boss with a secretary, a successful middle-aged business couple, and a young woman who had done fairly well in new media-all stopped to look.

They saw a group of employees running out to greet a Cullinan that had just stopped at the entrance.

“The one picking up the Maybach is a Cullinan owner?”

“Well, that explains it. What else could it be?”

“My god.”

“Wait, that unbelievably handsome one is the owner?”

Amid the continuous chorus of welcomes, a crowd of staff surrounded the ridiculously handsome Cullinan owner and escorted him into the showroom.

“Welcome, welcome.”

“Welcome, Mr. Zhang. Congratulations on picking up your car.”

Seeing the scene, Zhang Yang felt it was a bit over the top. It was just a Maybach S680-was this really necessary?

But thinking about it, the Mercedes dealership sold plenty of ordinary Mercedes every day. They probably sold some Maybachs too, though less often. But as for the Maybach S680, whether they could even sell one in several months was another matter entirely.

Clearly, they were taking the opportunity to promote their own store.

Zhang Yang didn’t even want to check the dealership’s short-video account. There would probably be a promotional clip today.

Something like: Congratulations to Mr. Zhang, owner of a Maybach, for taking delivery of the S680-may the three-pointed star illuminate your career path…

The same old copywriting.

“Where’s the car?” Zhang Yang stepped into the showroom and got straight to the point.

“Mr. Zhang, this way please. Your car is over here.” A salesperson quickly led the way.

Soon, Zhang Yang saw the Maybach he had reserved.

To be fair, as an old luxury car brand, although its history had been full of ups and downs, as a super-luxury marque from the last century, under Mercedes it had indeed come back to life and regained its brilliance.

Its prestige spoke for itself.

The sense of nobility and status was all there.

Zhang Yang already owned a Bentley and a Rolls-Royce, and would soon also own a Phantom, so naturally his heart didn’t stir that much.

But still, this car, for someone about to own their first true luxury car in life, would undoubtedly be a shock from the outside all the way into the soul.

He stepped forward, briefly checked the car, then sat for a while in the fully wrapped leather rear seat, which was said to be even more comfortable than a Bentley or a Rolls-Royce.

Then he nodded and got out.

It really was absurdly comfortable.

This was a car born to be sat in from the back seat.

Only, letting Zhang Zhaohai sit in the rear right now felt a bit forced. His status hadn’t reached the point of hiring a driver yet. Zhang Yang himself, on the other hand, would make more sense.

“Forget it. That’s not something I need to worry about.” Zhang Yang shook his head and had the staff bring over the documents to sign.

Naturally, the owner information he wrote down was Zhang Zhaohai’s.

“Wait… Mr. Zhang, the owner of this car isn’t you?” the salesperson asked in surprise.

“Yeah, I bought it for my dad to drive around in.” Zhang Yang quickly signed everything and set down the pen. “Let’s go pay the balance.”

The salesperson stood there blankly, unable to recover from the shock for a long time.

What kind of terrifying financial strength was this?

They had originally thought the Cullinan owner was buying a second car for himself.

But who could have imagined it was simply a car bought out of filial piety for his father to use as a daily driver.

Thinking about it, that made sense.

A car like this really wasn’t suitable for young people. It was more suited to a successful middle-aged man.

For the handover ceremony, Zhang Yang had originally intended to just go through the motions.

It wasn’t that he was unwilling to cooperate. He had simply seen too many of these ceremonies and had become numb to them.

But looking at the carefully prepared scene and the clapping employees, he didn’t want to kill the mood, so he cooperated once. It could count as a pleasant business interaction.

“Can you help me deliver the car somewhere? That’s fine, right?”

After the handover ceremony, Zhang Yang rubbed the newly acquired Maybach key and asked the dealership.

Naturally, they agreed immediately.

“Alright, then wait here a moment.” Zhang Yang looked at the time. It was a little after ten.

He wasn’t sure whether his father was at the restaurant or somewhere else.

Either way, the Maybach just needed to be delivered straight to Zhang Zhaohai.

He made a call.

“Dad, where are you right now?” Once the call connected, Zhang Yang could hear a noisy background on the other end.

“Me?” Zhang Zhaohai sounded cheerful. “I’m eating outside. What’s up?”

“Send me the address. I’m bringing you something.” Zhang Yang kept it brief.

“Mysterious as always, delivering me something?” Zhang Zhaohai laughed and casually gave the address. “You brat, did you come back?”

“Nothing like that. That’s it for now.” Zhang Yang quickly hung up, then looked at the eager salesperson beside him and gave the address.

“Please deliver it to this address.”

“No problem!” the salesperson agreed immediately.

Inside the 306 private room of Haojue Grand Hotel, a lively group of people filled the room.

Zhang Zhaohai, glowing with energy, put down his phone.

“Old Zhang, who was that? Your son?” someone beside him asked.

“Yeah, my son.” Zhang Zhaohai nodded with a smile.

“We’ve never seen your son before. Why not just call him over to eat with us?” someone else joked.

“Him? He’s not in town.” Zhang Zhaohai waved his hand.

Today’s occasion was rather special.

That’s right-it was their high school reunion.

In previous years, Zhang Zhaohai usually avoided these reunions like the plague. After all, among his old classmates there were business owners, people with stable government jobs, and plenty who had done well in life. He, a cook who hadn’t done particularly well, would rather not go and make himself uncomfortable.

But this year, he had gone against his usual habit and actually taken the initiative to arrange the gathering.

By noon, everyone had arrived, and the room was full.

Zhang Zhaohai handed out cigarettes and welcomed everyone to sit at the table.

“Old Zhang, rare for you. In previous years we invited you and you never came. Why are you so enthusiastic this year? Struck it rich recently?” one of his high school classmates joked.

That was just how reunions were. Everyone was normal, so chatting, comparing, and joking around was perfectly ordinary. It wasn’t some deep-seated malice, and everyone was used to it.

“We’re just getting together, nothing about getting rich.” Zhang Zhaohai smiled without explaining.

Back when he had no money, he had actually cared a great deal about face and been sensitive to such remarks.

But now, with his wallet thick, his mentality had improved greatly, and he no longer cared about such jokes.

“You all may not know this, but Old Zhang has opened a restaurant now.” Not far away, a woman who stood out in both appearance and temperament smiled as she explained, then raised her glass. “Come, Old Zhang. Let me use this meal today to wish your business booming success. And remember to buy more goods from my family in the future.”

“Qingzhu, thank you, thank you.” Zhang Zhaohai smiled and raised his glass in thanks.

Don’t think that class beauties and school beauties only exist nowadays. In their era, the class beauties and school beauties were truly natural-like lotus flowers rising from clear water.

Xie Qingzhu had naturally been the class beauty back then.

Alright… he had actually had a crush on her in those days.

But that was just youthful admiration. Who hasn’t liked someone beautiful when they were young?

Now, Xie Qingzhu had a happy family. Her household currently ran a fairly large frozen goods distribution business in Yinghai, employing more than a dozen workers. She had only one daughter, who had always been excellent in both character and studies. Among this group of classmates, those with sons had long been thinking about her.

“You opened a restaurant?” everyone exclaimed in surprise.

“It’s just a small venture. It hasn’t opened yet.” Zhang Zhaohai replied modestly.

“That’s great though. Your future path is wide open now. But Old Zhang, I saw you took a taxi here today. You’re about to be a boss-shouldn’t you buy a car?” one classmate joked.

“No rush. There will be one.” Zhang Zhaohai said calmly.

His attitude surprised quite a few of his old classmates.

Whether someone had money or not didn’t necessarily determine whether others looked down on them. But if a person carried themselves without confidence and acted timid, then putting yourself in someone else’s shoes-would you respect such a person?

The most important thing in life was to remain neither arrogant nor humble.

These classmates hadn’t seen each other for many years. Now, suddenly meeting again after so long, everyone was already nearing middle age, and naturally there was no shortage of topics to talk about.

Their children were all grown up now, so the conversations inevitably revolved around family and children.

“Qingzhu, last time you said you’d introduce your daughter to my son. What happened to that?” one old classmate, who was now also running a business and doing fairly well, joked.

Xie Qingzhu smiled gently. “Old classmate, I never said I agreed. I only said I’d ask her. My daughter has always had her own opinions. I can’t control her choices.”

“Looks like your daughter won’t end up with any of our classmates’ sons.” everyone laughed together. “Wonder whose family will be lucky in the end.”

“Oh? Old Zhang, what does your son do now? Is he married yet?” a classmate looked at Zhang Zhaohai and asked curiously.

“My son?” Zhang Zhaohai looked at the curious expressions around him. The image of his unbelievably handsome son flashed through his mind, and he couldn’t help feeling proud. “Right now he’s mainly focused on his career. He hasn’t gotten married yet.”

“His career? Old Zhang, what does your son do now?” Xie Qingzhu asked with a smile.

As soon as she asked, another round of jokes broke out around the table.

“Old Zhang, grab this chance. Maybe you’ll gain a relative and your son will gain a mother-in-law.”

“Ah Qingzhu, so that’s what it was. No wonder you wouldn’t agree earlier-you were waiting for Old Zhang to speak first, weren’t you?”

Xie Qingzhu could only laugh helplessly, waving her hand without saying anything.

Zhang Zhaohai blinked but said nothing.

His son?

Heh.

His son was quite the catch now.

Just as they were talking, there was suddenly a knock on the private room door.

“Who is it? Come in.” Zhang Zhaohai called out.

The door opened, and a young man in a suit hurried in. “Excuse me, which one of you is Mr. Zhang Zhaohai?”

“Old Zhang, they’re looking for you.”

Zhang Zhaohai stood up, a little puzzled.

“That’s me. I’m Zhang Zhaohai. What is it?”

“Hello, Mr. Zhang.” The young man quickly put on a polite smile, walked over, and handed him a folder with both hands. “Your son bought you a new car. We were entrusted to deliver it and have already parked it downstairs. These are the vehicle documents and the car keys.”

“What?” At that moment, Zhang Zhaohai was completely stunned.

He mechanically reached out and took the folder, then accepted the double-M Maybach car key.

After that, he sat down unconsciously and placed the key on the table with a slap.

On both sides of him, bald heads, Mediterranean hairlines, and long-haired classmates all leaned over to look.

“Th-this… this is a Maybach?”

“Oh my god! Old Zhang? Old Zhang!! Wake up!!”

Zhang Zhaohai felt as if he were dreaming. Suddenly he jumped to his feet, completely alert.

“I have to go downstairs and take a look!”