But when I think about it, since I’m treating guests, I can’t be reluctant to spend money because it’s expensive, not to mention that I have hundreds of millions, so spending this little money is nothing?
"Identity? Which Chinese people have no identity?"
The old man looked serious, and the corner of his mouth twitched as he continued: "It is because of places like this that people become unequal, and there are differences between rich and poor."
His words were not impassioned, but they made Zhang Yang feel good about him...
"Come on, old man, isn't this the place you chose?" Ye Wenqian said with a smile.
"I have a treat today, so I came here to see the world."
The old man's words immediately returned to ridicule, and the change was so fast that Zhang Yang felt uncomfortable, and he continued: "I have heard others say it is so expensive, but I didn't expect it to be cannibalistic. Fortunately, I didn't pay for it, otherwise it would have been so expensive.
Even if I sell my old bones, I can’t afford it.”
What the hell is Zhang Yang thinking? Is it because he feels lucky that he doesn’t treat guests? Even if he is thick-skinned, can’t he be more low-key?
"We are not rich either..." Ye Wenqian rolled her eyes at him and said pretending to be angry.
"Haha, you girl are starting to worry about money for him, right?"
The old man laughed, stood up and walked to the dining table. He glanced at Zhang Yang and then continued: "We haven't even finished yet, but we are thinking about saving money for him first. No wonder people say that college girls are outgoing."
"Can't you say something serious?" Ye Wenqian blushed and spat shyly.
"What did I say that was not serious? After all, I am also an elder. You sound like an old man. Do you know that this is disrespectful to your elders?"
The old man stopped smiling, regained his serious expression, and continued seriously: "In my eyes, you are just like my granddaughter, and I treat him as my grandson. Wouldn't it be better for the whole family to joke about it?"
What he said was so reasonable that Ye Wenqian couldn't refute it.
But to Zhang Yang's ears, he treated himself as a grandson, especially the word grandson. I don't know whether it was intentional or not. He also emphasized his tone. Why did this sound so awkward?
"Grandpa, I am not your grandson." Zhang Yang himself felt that these words were particularly convoluted and he said them in a particularly aggrieved way.
"What? Don't you think it's good to be my grandson?"
"No, I think it would be more appropriate to be your granddaughter and son-in-law." Zhang Yang said with a smirk.
"Haha, aren't they all the same?" the old man asked with a laugh.
"Of course it's different. I'm not used to being someone's grandson." Zhang Yang replied with a pun.
In fact, considering the age of the two of them, what the old man said was not excessive, and was even quite normal. It would not be an exaggeration for someone in their sixties or seventies to call him grandson.
Just saying it in the mouth of this obscure old man made Zhang Yang feel that he was always mocking him and taking advantage of him...
"Okay, okay, I think you really look like a grandfather and grandson, and your words are so unreliable."
Blushing, Ye Wenqian interrupted the two people's argument about whether they should be grandsons or not. Carrying the cheapest XO and four tall glasses, she came over and joked: "Now that we are here, we can't let people laugh at us. Let's have some luxury."
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After finishing speaking, he opened the XO and poured it evenly into the cup.
Bang bang bang...
The knock on the door rang again, and the old man turned back and shouted at the door: "Come in."
Just when Zhang Yang and others thought that the waiter had come in to deliver food again, they saw a familiar face standing in front of the door. It was Song Yehan!
"Grandpa Mai, I saw your car outside and knew you were here, so I deliberately came over to give you a toast."
When Song Yehan saw Zhang Yang and Ye Wenqian, his smile immediately became stiff.
I don't know whether it was because I was surprised to see Zhang Yang here, or because I was embarrassed that he was with his former girlfriend. He regained his composure after a moment, smiled and said.
After saying that, without waiting for the old man to speak, he walked in directly, and at the same time, there were two other people, a man and a woman.
The man is in his thirties, tall and burly, with small eyes and a high nose. His beard does not match his white shirt and black suit. He looks more like a gangster who has infiltrated among intellectuals.
Of course, today's gangsters like to wear suits and sunglasses, as it seems that this is the only way to look cooler...
The woman is in her twenties, with long curly hair, fair skin, a pretty face but expressionless, like an ice beauty. The black female professional suit outlines her hot figure just right, but
And extremely capable and agile.
When Zhang Yang saw the two people, he immediately frowned and thought to himself, if the man in black was Song Yehan who escaped from death that time, the man and woman next to him should have used the Soul-Seizing Needle to kill him.
The man of Nine Yang True Fire...
"Haha, this old man like me met you when I came here for the first time."
The old man laughed, then turned around and said to Ye Wenqian: "Girl, go get another wine glass. There's someone treating you anyway, so it doesn't matter if there are a few more people."
Ye Wenqian stood there motionless, perhaps still immersed in surprise and embarrassment, staring blankly at Song Yehan.
After all, this is her boyfriend who has always cared about her in the past. Even if they break up, meeting him accidentally at this time will inevitably cause ripples in her heart, and she will not be able to calm down for a long time.
"I'll get it." Zhang Yang smiled, patted Ye Wenqian's shoulder lightly and continued to say to the old man: "This time you can have a good drink with this grandson."
The old man had been talking about his grandson for a long time just now, and now he finally passed it on to Song Yehan. He deliberately emphasized the grandson's tone. Although it was a joke, it was particularly harsh.
"How dare you..." A look of anger immediately appeared on the bearded man's face. Before he could finish his words, Song Yehan stopped him with a sharp look.
At this point, Zhang Yang could see that the bearded man was definitely not a man in black who knew the Nine Yang True Fire. After all, with his strength, he would not be so humble and succumb to a young man named Song Yehan.
Did he see the wrong person at that time? It was not Song Yehan at all in the underground factory that day? Or maybe the man in black didn't bother to be with him every day and only appeared at critical moments?
"I am a junior, and Grandpa Mai and my grandfather are of the same generation. Naturally, I am also Grandpa Mai's grandson." Song Yehan explained calmly with a smile, without any embarrassment at all.
His words also made Zhang Yang feel a little boring. At his age, there was nothing wrong with being the grandson of an old man...
He walked to the wine cabinet and took a tall glass and came back, poured half a glass of XO and handed it to Song Yehan and said: "Mr. Song, sit down and drink slowly. You must not have expected me to be here, right?"
"
When he said this, he looked at Song Yehan intently, hoping to detect some clues.
That night in the underground factory, the other party had obviously designed a trap to kill him. His lucky escape must have been beyond the other party's expectations.
If it was really Song Yehan who did it, he would naturally react.
"Well, I'm a little surprised. What's more, I didn't expect Wen Qian to be here."
Song Yehan held the wine glass, looked at Ye Wenqian and continued with helplessness and affection in her words: "We haven't seen each other for a long time, and we didn't expect to meet here."
"Then the participation fee that Mr. Song paid for Qingmu in the last race was credited to her account?"
As soon as Zhang Yang said this, Ye Wenqian was a little surprised. She frowned and thought, are you still worried about this matter? You are not short of money, so why bother to hold on to this matter?
I think he seems a bit too stingy...
"Haha, Wen Qian refused to ask for anything, and my company has been very busy recently, so this matter has been delayed." Song Yehan explained awkwardly.
"Since this is the modification shop you are cooperating with, you should know the account number very well. The payment is only a matter of minutes. Does Mr. Song not even have time for this?"
"Do you think Mr. Song is someone who cares about money?" The bearded man next to him saw that he was as aggressive as interrogating a prisoner. He could no longer hold back his anger and said angrily.
"I know Mr. Song is not short of money."
Zhang Yang glanced at him and continued with a smile: "In this case, it is more appropriate to pay the money first, otherwise others will think that he has not kept his word. I am doing this for Mr. Song's sake."
The bearded man was stunned for a moment, but he couldn't refute it. Zhang Yang was clearly no match for the trickster.
"thank you for your kindness."
Song Yehan was not angry, but instead expressed his gratitude against his will, and continued with a smile: "Wen Qian and I are cooperating in business, but she has always taken care of the affairs of the modification shop, and I have not intervened, so I am not responsible for the account.
very clear."
"You must have been contacted by Young Master Song about the purchase, right?" Zhang Yang suddenly thought of sending the goods to Shenghao Group for ordering, and asked curiously.
"That's because I once studied abroad and learned about some price trends, which can be regarded as saving some costs and making more money for the modification industry."
Song Yehan's answer was reasonable.
Zhang Yang also heard Ye Wenqian say that the prices of foreign parts are indeed cheaper than domestic ones, especially for these luxury cars, many of which are not available in the Chinese market.
"Then what is the relationship between Mr. Song and Shenghao Group? Why do the parts shipped back have to be counted at their company?" Zhang Yang was determined to find out the matter.
"We have had business contacts, which can be considered a cooperative relationship."
Song Yehan was obviously taken aback, and glanced sideways at Ye Wenqian. He obviously didn't know about Zhang Yang picking up the goods with her. He hesitated and continued: "I don't want people in the company to know that I cooperated with Wenqian to do modifications."
Okay, given my status, it is easy for people to misunderstand that Wen Qian relies on me to do business, and it is inevitable that rumors will spread, which is very unfair to her."
Song Yehan, as always, blamed Ye Wenqian for everything, and continued: "Wenqian's character is very serious, so I thought of placing the counted goods in Shenghao Group. In fact, to put it bluntly, it was just to deal with the procedures and go through the motions.
That’s all.”
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"Zhang Yang, can you stop interfering in the affairs between me and Ye Han?"
Ye Wenqian had no plans to begin with, but Song Yehan's words moved her heart again.
Although she didn't regret their breakup, she felt that she owed him a lot, and Zhang Yang's difficult questions inevitably made her feel dissatisfied, so she opened her mouth to Zhang Yang. (To be continued)