Chapter 64: Wealthy Family

Zhang Yang drank it all in one gulp, and instantly felt the spiciness greatly relieved.

“Feeling better?” Bei Wei sat down beside him, gently patting his back and handing him a napkin, leaning close to wipe the corners of his mouth.

A few nearby guys watched enviously.

Damn, where do you even find a girlfriend this good? Why do our girlfriends always scold or nag? Totally jealous!

“Much better,” Zhang Yang said, his face slightly flushed.

A grown man who can’t handle any spice-what a waste of such a big frame. This Chengdu trip was the perfect chance to train his taste buds.

“Was it too spicy?” Bei Wei asked hesitantly, feeling a bit guilty. She should have picked something milder.

“No, no, it’s my own problem. The food’s fantastic,” Zhang Yang said decisively, glancing at the waitress peeking over from the front.

Once he adjusted to the heat, it felt much better.

Spicy roast duck was truly a perfect dish with rice-he’d need at least two bowls.

After the meal, they planned to head to Bei Wei’s uncle’s house.

“Wait, we can’t go empty-handed, right? Hold on a sec.” Zhang Yang spotted a nearby liquor store and walked straight over.

Though Bei Wei’s uncle was a distant relative, a proper gift was necessary, both out of respect and to give Bei Wei some face.

Nothing extravagant-just a gift box of Wuliangye, two thousand yuan, and two packs of Jiaozhi cigarettes, around a thousand each. Total under five thousand yuan.

Roughly two hours of his income-quite generous for a meeting with a distant relative.

“Zhang Yang… why spend so much…” Bei Wei murmured softly. She already thought the gift substantial.

“It’s just respect for a senior, first meeting, and we’re discussing franchise rights after all,” Zhang Yang explained with a smile.

As mentioned, Bei Wei’s uncle operated three hot pot restaurants and six spicy roast duck branches. Their home was well-off, living in a Cartia Garden City apartment in the Blue Card district, costing over nine million yuan including renovations. Not absurdly wealthy, but far above ordinary families.

Even distant relatives remembered to invite them for meals, Bei Wei explained.

Once the gifts were ready, they drove straight to Cartia Garden City in Chengdu Tianfu New Area.

In the afternoon, approaching Cartia Garden City, the skyline stood out—over 200 meters (~656 ft) tall, facing 3,500 acres (~14.16 km²) of Tianfu Park, part of the New Area CBD.

Zhang Yang carried the gifts, walking through the garden city with Bei Wei. The landscape, designed by a Singaporean team, was lush and idyllic.

Looking up, the building’s exterior featured crackled ceramic designs. Facilities were top-tier: clubhouse, hotel, gym-all included.

Zhang Yang didn’t know if the property was worth buying, but the first impression was striking.

“Your uncle has good taste,” Zhang Yang commented casually.

“If it were me, I’d buy a unit here just for the view,” he thought. Two hundred meters of exclusive skyline was perfect for someone who liked high perspectives.

“My uncle actually didn’t appreciate it much,” Bei Wei laughed. “It was Bei Jiajia who insisted on buying here, and my uncle couldn’t say no.”

Bei Jiajia was Bei Wei’s cousin, roughly a younger sister in relation.

Walking through the leafy community, they arrived at Zone A of the garden city. Bei Wei had called ahead, and they took the elevator up.

Soon, they reached the twentieth floor.

“Welcome! Dad! Bei Wei’s here!” A short-haired, fair-skinned girl with a bright smile greeted them in the hallway.

“Bei Jiajia, this is my boyfriend, Zhang Yang,” Bei Wei introduced, holding his hand.

“Welcome! Please come in.” Bei Jiajia smiled politely at Zhang Yang, then looked at Bei Wei. “Bei Wei, your taste is impeccable. Where do you find someone this handsome?”

Bei Wei smiled, pulling Zhang Yang into the apartment.

The apartment was large, roughly 200 square meters, tastefully decorated with unobstructed views of the distant skyline-exactly the perspective Zhang Yang liked.

Inside, a middle-aged man in casual homewear, well-kept, sipped tea and nodded at them.

“This is Bei Wei’s uncle, Bei Tianfu.”

“Hello, uncle.” Zhang Yang placed the gifts down and sat on the sofa.

“You’re a good kid. Bei Wei, nice eye. Bei Jiajia, go wash some fruit and bring it over.” Bei Tianfu nodded at the gifts, then casually began small talk while sending his cousin to get the fruit.

Small talk covered typical family matters-from Bei Wei’s father to grandfather, and eventually Zhang Yang.

“So, what does this young man do?”

Zhang Yang met Bei Tianfu’s gaze. The atmosphere went quiet.

“Dad, what are you talking about?” Bei Jiajia interjected, bringing the fruit. “Bei Wei already told you-Zhang Yang is here to discuss a franchise. Your small talk is just going through the motions!”

“Sorry, just spoke casually.” Bei Tianfu didn’t seem embarrassed. “You want to franchise a spicy roast duck store, right? And you’re serious enough to open one in Shanghai?”

“I want to give it a try,” Zhang Yang said.

“Try? Opening a store isn’t simple; mistakes cost a lot.” Bei Tianfu sipped his tea, noncommittal. “I have a meeting soon, so Bei Jiajia can show you around first, and we’ll have dinner tonight to talk more.”

After a short while, he excused himself and went to his room to change.

“My dad’s busy opening branches. Bei Wei, shall we go shopping this afternoon? Don’t worry, your boyfriend’s business won’t be delayed,” Bei Jiajia teased, pulling Bei Wei’s wrist.

Bei Wei glanced at Zhang Yang, seeking his opinion.

“Sure, we can go. My matters aren’t urgent right now,” Zhang Yang said, holding her hand.