After Ye Wenqian finished speaking with a sweet smile, she turned back and opened the drawer to look for it. Then she raised her head and said with a helpless smile: "We have to take a taxi."
Zhang Yang understood at this time that she was habitually looking for the keys to the red Ferrari. Apparently she had just sold the car and had not yet fully adapted to it.
Seeing this scene, he was moved again...
The two walked out of the modification shop, took a taxi, and rushed to the city center.
"Master driver, go to the bank first." Sitting in the taxi, Zhang Yang suddenly remembered something and said to the driver.
"No problem." The driver agreed happily.
You must go to the bank to withdraw money. If you don't go, what should you do if he gets off the bus and says he has no money to pay the fare? The driver is well-informed, and there are some scammers like this...
"Don't worry, I'm treating you today and you don't have to pay for it." Ye Wenqian had the same idea as the driver, smiling and leaning her head affectionately on Zhang Yang's shoulder.
Originally, their relationship had gone beyond friendship, even beyond the relationship between ordinary lovers, so she had no scruples and shyness, and was as close as a young couple.
"Tell me the card number, and I'll go to the bank to transfer the money to you." Zhang Yang wrapped his arms around her, hugged her tightly, and said seriously.
Yesterday, at the most dangerous moment, he actually had time to remember that he still had so much money. At that time, he thought he was going to die and regretted not getting rid of the money.
Who knows if he will die suddenly in the future? Since he has decided to continue to investigate the matter of the living dead, how could the masked man in black and those ninjas let him go if they knew he was alive?
They might find an opportunity to kill him at any time. In order not to leave any regrets, he decided to transfer some money to Ye Wenqian first.
I am not a person who cares about money in the first place, not to mention that the beautiful woman in my arms is already my woman, and she has changed for myself. This kind of dedication cannot be bought with money.
"Why are you transferring money to me? I don't need the money."
Ye Wenqian had a nervous look on her pretty face, broke away from his arms, sat upright and continued: "Didn't you come back? Why did you give me the money?"
Zhang Yang had just said that he was leaving, and now he suddenly said that he would transfer money to her. It was impossible for her not to think more about it, for fear that Zhang Yang would never come back.
"Of course I will come back. I can't bear to leave such a wonderful wife behind."
Seeing her nervous look, Zhang Yang felt very touched and reluctant, and continued jokingly: "Isn't my money also your money? Since you bought a house, shouldn't I sponsor it? I also plan to come here in the future.
Where to live?"
"What a beautiful thought..."
Ye Wenqian was originally very nervous, but after hearing her teasing words, she felt relieved. Knowing that what he said was not serious, she stretched out her hand and twisted his waist, and giggled: "Then how much are you going to sponsor?"
"Fifty million." Zhang Yang answered without thinking. This was also the number he had just thought of.
For an ordinary family, 50 million would not be able to earn so much money in a few lifetimes. With this money, Ye Wenqian does not have to work so hard, and there is no need to even continue running a modification shop. There will be no problem in spending a lifetime.
The main reason is that he doesn't want Ye Wenqian to have anything to do with Song Yehan anymore...
The taxi driver just heard their conversation and thought it was a young couple chatting about buying a house. After all, in China, getting married and buying a house is an essential thing.
And when he heard Zhang Yang said 50 million, the steering wheel he was holding visibly shook a few times, and his eyes were full of disdain and contempt, thinking that this damn thing was too bragging.
Fifty million? You have so much money and you still take my taxi. You can’t lie to a little girl with such outrageous boasts...
"Where did you get so much money?" Ye Wenqian was surprised and asked.
Zhang Yang didn't care about money, she knew that, otherwise she wouldn't have let her handle the millions from the racing car, but when she heard him say 50 million, she still felt unbelievable.
"Don't worry so much. I'll explain it to you later."
Zhang Yang didn't want her to know that the money was a commission from the styptic powder. After all, mentioning Feng Yanran and Haitian Group at this time was a bit too embarrassing and would inevitably make her think too much, so he changed the subject after simple prevarication.
He said to the taxi driver in front: "Master driver, do you know what the club is for?"
Inviting the old man to dinner, he didn't expect that he would choose a club, which made Zhang Yang confused. After all, in his mind, the only place to treat guests to dinner was in a hotel.
"You know, that's where the rich go."
The driver thought to himself, has the secret been exposed now? He opened his mouth and kept silent for 50 million, but he didn't even know what the club was?
"Don't rich people usually treat guests to five-star hotels? Then why bother setting up a club?" Zhang Yang knew that taxi drivers were well-informed, so he wanted to learn more about it. After arriving, he always said
Not too embarrassing.
"You may not be able to get into that place even if you have money. I heard that they are only open to their VIP members." The driver spoke impatiently and did not have the slightest impression of this bragging young man.
There are many clubs nowadays, such as golf clubs, fitness clubs, and even places where people get together to play cards and mahjong are called clubs.
Of course, there are also some clubs for foot massage and conditioning, which are nothing more than engaging in pornographic activities in the name of clubs, so clubs have become synonymous with harboring dirt and evil.
However, at that time, when clubs first emerged, they were places where prominent and powerful people could relax, make friends, and discuss business. They were only for special groups of people, and were not simply accessible to the nouveau riche who had money.
Later, some popular celebrities and company CEOs, as well as people with relatively sensitive status, also preferred to go to clubs instead of hotels. After all, they were worried that media reporters would catch their crazy and unknown side, so clubs only for VIP regulars became
became their first choice.
Of course, before they choose a club, they will have a general understanding of the membership status there, and they are also afraid that the club's quality will be too low and their value will be lost.
"You may not be able to get in even if you have money? Don't they want to make more money when doing business?" Zhang Yang asked curiously.
The purpose of opening a store is to make money, and it must be the same for a club. If you don't let people in if you have money, don't you become a fool who has money but doesn't make money? He thought to himself.
"With those members, it's enough for them to make money."
…
Soon the taxi stopped in front of the bank. Zhang Yang stopped asking questions and got out of the car with Ye Wenqian and walked into the bank.
The transfer procedure is not complicated, not to mention that for customers who frequently transfer tens of millions, banks naturally pay special attention to it and send specialized staff to handle the procedure.
Ye Wenqian thought he was bragging and joking at first, but when she saw the bank staff being obedient to him and transferring money for her according to his wishes, she realized that Zhang Yang was really a rich man.
But she didn't want the money, so she refused firmly, but Zhang Yang was also very serious. After some bargaining, he finally agreed to transfer 20 million to his card.
The bank staff were stunned when they saw their heated argument, their eyes full of envy, jealousy and hatred...
Who doesn't like money in today's society? But in front of a pair of young people, one refuses to accept it, and the other insists on paying money into other people's cards. They even think that both of them are a bit cheap...
After completing the formalities, they returned to the taxi. The two of them were speechless all the way, and the taxi driver was too lazy to say anything, which seemed particularly dull.
Ye Wenqian leaned tightly against Zhang Yang's chest, feeling extremely sweet in her heart. She didn't care about money, but about his feelings for her.
There are various luxury cars parked in the parking lot in front of the Mingshi Club, such as Masatinis and Bentleys. The license plates are covered by red strips of cloth with the name of the club printed on them. This is obviously to protect the license plates of these wealthy people.
Be recognized.
The facade of the club is not eye-catching, much inferior to that of a five-star hotel. It is just decorated in golden yellow to make it look grand and luxurious.
After the two of them walked to the door, Ye Wenqian took out her mobile phone and called the old man, while Zhang Yang walked in directly.
Although the taxi driver has reminded that only VIP members are entertained here, Zhang Yang doesn't quite believe that money can make a fool of himself these days, so why can't he get into a place where he spends money?
It is undeniable that his worth of hundreds of millions gives him confidence...
"Hello, sir, please show me your membership card." Two 1.8-meter-tall doormen stood at the door. After seeing Zhang Yang, they hurriedly came up to greet him with a respectful smile on their faces.
"No." Zhang Yang told the truth. At the same time, he took out a wad of hundred-yuan bills from his pocket and handed it over with a graceful wave of his hand.
This was the money left after giving it to the taxi driver yesterday. In his opinion, since it was easy for the taxi driver, it was also easy for the doorman in front of him. Who would have trouble with money?
"Did a friend invite you here, sir?" The doorman did not reach out to take the money, but continued to ask with a smile.
"Yeah." Zhang Yang felt very disappointed and his brows knitted together in displeasure.
What he said was true. The old man invited him to come, but he doubted in his heart that the shabby old man must not have a membership card for such a high-end place.
"Which room is your friend in? I'll go in and let him know."
VIP members can bring friends in. The doorman knows this very well, but they must confirm their identity before they can let them in.
"No, how much does it cost for me to apply for a membership card now?"
After all, I am treating guests to myself. If the old man comes and can't get in, wouldn't it be even more embarrassing...
"Sorry sir, our membership is full and we will not issue new membership cards for the time being." The doorman explained politely, which of course meant to politely refuse him entry into the club.
…
Although he was prepared, Zhang Yang was still very unhappy. Facing the respectfully smiling doorman, he wanted to get angry but couldn't.
"Zhang Yang, let's wait a little longer. The old man will be here soon."
After Ye Wenqian finished the phone call and saw Zhang Yang's resentful expression, she understood everything and hurriedly came over to comfort and explain softly.
"Let's switch to another one." Zhang Yang felt very embarrassed and said. (To be continued)