Chapter 80: Cullinan Daddy Edition

“Right, there’s also a random store property,” Zhang Yang thought, planning to study it properly.

But the store was busy at the moment, so he put that aside and focused on the shop.

In the midst of the rush, just as a table emptied, a few girls came in, chattering excitedly.

“Is it him?” one whispered.

“Yeah, the handsome guy from the video, the boss.”

“Wow, he’s really handsome, like the male lead from a novel. Looks like the video had no filters; that’s exactly how he is.”

While talking, they secretly took photos on their phones.

Their voices were low, but clearly they underestimated Zhang Yang’s hearing.

He caught every word, feeling speechless.

When did he, Zhang Yang, become the object of pursuit by girls? Had he seriously underestimated his looks?

In truth, he had.

A man with an unbeatable physique, well-defined handsome features, and immense confidence from financial strength-combine these, and his charm skyrockets exponentially.

The effect on girls was unimaginable.

Back when he was ordinary, Zhang Yang had envied handsome men, but once he became one himself, he truly understood the appeal.

This was the classic case: the dragon slayer becomes the dragon.

“Your spicy roast duck,” Zhang Yang placed a large portion in front of the girls, amused as they suddenly straightened up, now formal and attentive after just moments of excited chatter.

The lunch rush continued until nearly 1:30, and the flow of people finally slowed. Zhang Yang, the boss, could take a break from running around.

In the afternoon, there were sporadic tables of one or two groups, and by evening, the store once again mirrored the lunchtime crowd, packed to capacity.

Amid the busy moments, Zhang Yang generously ordered lavish takeout for the staff. Everyone had performed well today, and it was time to reward their efforts.

Pizza, milk tea, fried chicken-the takeout never stopped.

“Long live the boss!”

“The boss is so generous!”

The young staff ate heartily in between tasks, their sense of belonging to the store growing stronger.

The day’s busy shift finally slowed around nine o’clock.

“How much revenue so far?” Zhang Yang asked, curious, checking the register.

“Over ten thousand!” Bei Jiajia replied, unable to hide her excitement. “This is a good first victory!”

Bei Wei, barely containing her joy, grabbed Bei Jiajia’s hand. The two sisters were thrilled; the sense of accomplishment from hard work was fully evident.

“Ten thousand is pretty good,” Zhang Yang nodded.

While ten thousand in revenue only meant a few thousand in gross profit-minuscule compared to his upcoming daily return of 100,000-for an ordinary entrepreneur, maintaining over ten thousand a day was a huge achievement, earned entirely through their own effort.

“Zhang Yang, let’s celebrate.” Bei Wei wrapped her arms around his waist.

Bei Jiajia, standing aside, felt slightly redundant.

“Well, I’ll join in too,” she laughed, hugging both for a shared sense of achievement, however modest.

Around ten, the store was cleaned up and officially closed.

Today’s results were satisfying, but for Zhang Yang, the real rewards were about to begin.

At night, after seeing Bei Wei home, Zhang Yang returned to his apartment to check the rewards he hadn’t yet reviewed.

“Random store property?” He saw the reward and immediately accepted it without hesitation.

Ding!

Congratulations, host: Acquired a store property on Nanjing West Road worth twenty million.

“Not bad,” Zhang Yang’s eyes lit up.

He had fantasized about randomly getting a huge property worth over a hundred million with annual rent in the tens of millions, but this was a realistic and valuable reward.

As for what to do with it? Zhang Yang decided he could sell it-he didn’t need the rent. What he lacked was liquid capital.

If he successfully sold it, holding tens of millions in cash and a daily return of 100,000…

That would be unstoppable.

The property seemed to currently operate as a bar, street-facing, prime location. Selling it shouldn’t be an issue.

After studying the property, Zhang Yang relaxed and took a shower, preparing for the final moment of the day.

“Let’s begin.” Clean and relaxed, he lay on his bed, waiting for midnight.

Time ticked slowly.

Finally, the clock struck zero.

May ended; it was now June 1st.

Ding!

Congratulations, host, maintained target body fat this month. Reward: 5 experience points.

Ding!

You have an unclaimed level-up gift.

Zhang Yang, already lying in bed, immediately sat up, every pore tingling with excitement.

After half a month of effort, waiting and hoping, this was it: ten thousand daily income!

Ten thousand a day-roughly 36.5 million annually, enough to buy a car in a day.

The feeling was indescribable.

“I’m seriously awesome!” Zhang Yang thought, barely containing his excitement.

Next level, Level 6, required 100 experience points and would bring a daily return of 150,000-over fifty million a year.

Thinking about those 100 points made him slightly anxious. Perhaps this ten-thousand-a-day lifestyle could last a lifetime; it would be enough.

“Alright, no rush. I’ll take it slow,” he thought, calming himself.

Just like building this store, the process required patience and consistent effort.

“Right, the level-up gift.”

Zhang Yang almost forgot, quickly checking it.

Ding!

Congratulations, host, you’ve acquired a Rolls-Royce Cullinan BB edition.

“Another car,” Zhang Yang said, slightly disappointed.

To him, the 5+ million Bentley was already impressive. Another car… wait, BB edition? The daddy version?

Reportedly, the Cullinan BB edition was rarer than the standard Cullinan, often costing 8–9 million.

“This is great.” Zhang Yang beamed.

He had long admired the ultra-luxury Rolls-Royce SUV.

If Bentley symbolized elegance and refinement, Rolls-Royce embodied pure prestige and presence-the true pinnacle of luxury vehicles.

Owning it felt like possessing the world.

Seeing the delivery address, Zhang Yang realized his apartment was increasingly mismatched with his current lifestyle.

Once the Cullinan arrived, he would own a Porsche, Bentley, and Cullinan-all while living in the same apartment. It felt oddly incongruous.

“Time to put buying a house on the agenda,” he thought.

Originally planning to save from daily returns and possible franchise fees, now with a 20-million property in hand, buying a house seemed straightforward if he could sell it.

He’d need to contact a realtor.

Scrolling through social media, Zhang Yang suddenly paused.

“Pei Xiaoru?” His eyes landed on a post. She was working as a real estate agent in Shanghai, at a well-known chain.

Pei Xiaoru was his university classmate.

More precisely, a college-level classmate. Admittedly, many of his college classmates had unremarkable careers: real estate agents, car sales, advertising, even factory work.

High school classmates had diverged to different universities and social circles; college classmates mostly ended up ordinary.

Except for Zhang Yang, the chosen one.

He remembered Pei Xiaoru as a tall, beautiful girl from Pengcheng—not the delicate type, but striking, confident, and glamorous.

“Hey, old classmate, are you there?” Zhang Yang sent her a message.

In no time, the notifications started buzzing.

“Zhang Yang? I didn’t see that wrong, did I? Why did you suddenly think of contacting me?” Pei Xiaoru looked genuinely surprised.

Zhang Yang smiled and casually scrolled through Pei Xiaoru’s social media.

Ah, working in this field really makes a difference-nine out of ten posts were about property listings, and her own daily life was tucked away, hardly noticeable.

Finally, he found a recent photo of her.

Hmm… her looks hadn’t changed; she was still elegant and poised, though now wearing makeup, adding a mature femininity.

“I saw you’re in Shanghai working in real estate, and I happen to have something I need your help with,” Zhang Yang replied.

“Haha, you’re not buying a house, are you? Old classmate, you’re in Shanghai too?” Pei Xiaoru joked. “What a coincidence. I also need a favor-how about we meet tomorrow?”

“Sure,” Zhang Yang said, not wanting to chat too much over WeChat. “I’ll find a place. Can I treat you to a meal?”

“No need, let’s just sit at a café. It’s not easy out here; I earn a bit doing real estate, so I’ll treat you to coffee,” Pei Xiaoru said.

“That’s true,” Zhang Yang murmured with a slight laugh.

Pei Xiaoru was still the practical, no-nonsense person he remembered.

“Alright, let’s do it your way,” Zhang Yang agreed.

“Exactly. Life as working people is tough, so saving when we can is smart. Let’s meet at Starbucks tomorrow; I’ll send you the address.” She sent him the location immediately.

Zhang Yang checked it-wasn’t far-and they set the meeting time.

Early the next morning, before leaving, Zhang Yang called the Rolls-Royce dealership in Pudong, Shanghai, to confirm that his Cullinan BB edition was at the store.

Last night, he had already reviewed the BB edition details.

Compared to the standard model, it cost 1.7 million more, roughly the price of a high-spec Cayenne. It had slightly more horsepower, blacked-out grille, badge, and trim-a sharp look.

The BB edition was essentially a sportier Cullinan, catering more to younger tastes.

Of course, few young people could afford a Cullinan.

“Worth every bit,” he thought, seeing some online dismiss it as poor value. Whoever buys a car like this isn’t looking at cost-efficiency-they buy it for themselves, for pleasure.

The best part? Zhang Yang hadn’t spent a dime.

“Mr. Zhang, the car is in the store. When will you pick it up?” a polite, pleasant female voice asked.

“Today, I’ll come by when I have time,” Zhang Yang replied casually.

Since the Starbucks for the meeting was nearby and it was still morning, he didn’t have time to pick up the car first.

After hanging up, he headed to the Starbucks.

He arrived by taxi, spotting Pei Xiaoru sitting by the glass, in a white blouse, fitted skirt, long hair pinned up, occasionally checking herself in a compact mirror.

Zhang Yang stood outside, amused, then pushed the door open without hesitation.

Inside, Pei Xiaoru checked herself in the mirror, smiling at her reflection.

“Zhang Yang… after all these years, surely he’d be drooling over the way I look now…” she thought, smiling at her pale face.

Remembering Zhang Yang’s chubby high school self, she couldn’t help but laugh.

But then her smile froze.

A tall, handsome man sat opposite her, radiating such charm it made her heart race.

“Uh… excuse me, someone’s sitting here,” Pei Xiaoru whispered, her long legs crossed demurely.

Zhang Yang found her deliberate posture amusing.

“It’s me, old classmate, Zhang Yang.”

“Huh? Zhang Yang?” Pei Xiaoru froze, staring at him in disbelief, overwhelmed by his handsomeness.

Those features… that aura… she could faintly see traces of the old Zhang Yang.

“Holy… it’s really you, Zhang Yang!” she finally realized that this striking man was the chubby boy she remembered.

Who would have imagined this transformation? She was completely shocked.

“Hey… don’t react so dramatically,” Zhang Yang whispered, noticing curious glances from nearby customers.

“I don’t want to!” Pei Xiaoru lowered her voice, took a deep breath, leaned forward, and pinched his nose.

“Stop pinching,” Zhang Yang’s face turned bright red.

Technically, the system’s cosmetic upgrade counted as plastic surgery, but naturally far superior, flawless.

She wondered if such looks could be inherited.

“It’s real,” Pei Xiaoru said, wide-eyed, pinching the air as if recalling the sensation. “How did you do it, Little Fatty Zhang?”

“Who are you calling Little Fatty?” Zhang Yang lifted his sharp, handsome face.

Nearby girls had been quietly observing him. Hearing that, one rolled her eyes, whispering to her friend.

“Does this girl know how to talk?”
“Looks pretty, but speaks so randomly.”
“Hmph, I want to go lecture her.”

Perhaps sensing their irritation, Pei Xiaoru fell silent.

“It’s just a nickname between classmates, don’t mind it, Zhang Yang,” she said.

“Nickname?” Zhang Yang shook his head, laughing. “Alright, let’s not get sidetracked. You said you need help-what exactly?”

“I need someone to act as a client. I want to view a property and need someone to accompany me. By the way, what would you like to drink? I’ll order for you.” Pei Xiaoru stood to get coffee.

“Same as you is fine,” Zhang Yang said casually.

She sat back down and explained everything.

“The property owner is very particular. They only allow serious clients, and I haven’t been able to get internal photos.”

“So you want me to pretend to be one?” Zhang Yang was speechless.

“I hesitated at first, but you really fit the part. Just remember, the client needs to look wealthy, exude that rich aura,” she said.

“Huh? I don’t have a wealthy aura?” Zhang Yang asked, dumbfounded.

“Stop joking, old classmate, I’m serious,” Pei Xiaoru scolded lightly.

“So, how do I pull it off?” Zhang Yang asked, smiling.

“Luxury car, designer watch, tailored suit…” she listed, recalling her mental image of rich people.

“That’s too rigid. Real wealthy people wear what they like, they don’t care about appearances,” Zhang Yang shook his head.

“But appearances matter here; at least it prevents them from thinking you’re poor,” Pei Xiaoru said. “So, these are essential.”

“Fine, I’ll cooperate. What do I need? I’ve got the watch, a Bentley-what else?” Zhang Yang asked.