I listened to your advice and finally became a male god.

Chapter 234 Even being friends may not be enough
Zhang Yang took action without any setbacks.

The matter of my mother buying a car naturally fell into place very quickly.

This glacier-white Bentley Flying Spur has pretty standard configurations, far from top-of-the-line configurations. It can't be compared with my father's fully equipped Maybach S680, but its price is easily comparable to that Maybach, which costs more than million yuan.

Zhang Yang took delivery of the car in full without blinking an eye.

In a moment, this brand new Bentley Flying Spur opened its door and parked in front of everyone.

A Bentley is indeed a Bentley, but its appearance and aura are different.

From the crystal-cut headlights to the iconic glossy black mesh grille, from the dual top-quality leather interiors in Tottenham Red and Whale Black to the large-area walnut interior panels with a jade touch.

Sure enough, it still tastes the same, elegance and luxury coexist.

Zhang Yang is used to riding in luxury cars. If nothing else, the nearly 20 million-dollar Phantom is already as luxurious as the ceiling. Naturally, he only slightly admires this Bentley and has no other feelings.

But for other people who only drive cars worth hundreds of thousands of dollars at most, the Bentley in front of them can be called a dimensionality reduction blow.

He can understand how his mother feels.

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Dad, the price of this car is about the same as yours, right?"

He raised his phone and took a photo of his mother sitting in the car.

Upon hearing this, Song Wenqin couldn't help but laugh.

Suddenly, copywriting was flying all over Moments.

Zhou Tong leaned in, touched the extremely fine leather seats, looked at the jade-like walnut wood interior panels, and couldn't stop admiring him.

The boy in front of him was obviously only in his twenties, but the words he spoke had undeniable power.

Zhang Yang stood behind, not in a hurry, and just watched his mother sit in, getting used to the elegance and luxury of the Bentley, and slowly digesting it.

"Or Bentley? I feel like my Maybach doesn't look good anymore either."

"Mom, how are you?" Zhang Yang said as he took over the relevant documents such as the car purchase contract handed over by the clerk at the side.

"But this is a Bentley!" Zhang Zhaohai replied.

Many of the clerks in the store stood watching from a distance, and some raised their mobile phones to take pictures.

"I have never had such a beautiful dream." Zhou Tong couldn't help but sigh.

"What? You came back and bought a car for your mother? How come I didn't know anything about it?"

Look at the three-sided rotating screen, diamond-patterned center console, B-marked door panels, thick plush floor mats, and then listen to the ticking of the Breitling clock in your ears, this feeling is simply...
She looked back at her little sister, her eyes extremely complex, and she was so shocked that she couldn't speak.

They are all sales in the store, and there is a lot of copywriting in Moments on weekdays.

The files were organized together and placed in folders.

Zhang Yang blinked and thought about it, this is a Bentley after all!

"Mom, put your things away." Zhang Yang looked away and handed the folder to Song Wenqin, "Wait a minute, I will take a photo of you and send it to dad."

"This..." Song Wenqin still wanted to refuse.

After all, when others buy a car, at least there is a gradual and slow upgrading process. My mother got it right in one step and drove a Bentley.

"Wenqin, it's a big deal for you to bring up this car. Look at this. I'll set up a table tonight to celebrate for you." Zhou Tong stepped forward with a smile on his face and looked at his daughter, "Liu Jing, you go Order a cake and send your blessings.”

"It's like a dream." Song Wenqin held the three-spoke leather-trimmed steering wheel, stepped on the floor mats with the Bentley B logo, and felt the enveloping feeling of the leather seats, with only admiration in her tone.

Nowadays, the ceiling cars in the store are sold as soon as possible, and the sales process is still so topical that no one wants to miss such a moment.

Liu Jing stood aside, actually showing a bit of timidity.

"Okay." She opened her mouth and finally gave up.

Is this a true male god with both good looks and financial resources, who is 100% valuable, something she can miss?
"Mom..." Liu Jing stepped forward and said, "Aunt Song, congratulations on choosing a Bentley."

"Aunt Zhou, let's do it next time." Zhang Yang said simply from the side.

Zhou Tong immediately stepped aside and allowed the real owner of this car to come forward and experience it.

"It's too luxurious and tasteful. When my car is compared with this...no, it doesn't compare at all."

"Wenqin, you don't regard me as a friend when you say this. I mean it sincerely." Zhou Tong's face was full of sincerity, "You pick up the car, I am happy for you from the bottom of my heart, really."

Zhang Zhaohai sent a question mark?
Then, a sentence was thrown wildly.

She finally came to her senses.

Not long after the photo was sent.

"No, I really don't need it." Song Wenqin had a deep understanding of her little sister's ability to climb along the pole, so she quickly declined.

Song Wenqin stepped forward belatedly.

"Liu Jing." Zhou Tong looked at his daughter who was standing not far away, feeling a little anxious, "Come here, I haven't congratulated Aunt Song on the new car."

"How could..." Zhou Tong wanted to say more, but when he saw Zhang Yang, he didn't know why, but he couldn't say that sentence.

In the photo, my mother seemed to be ten years younger all of a sudden, with a radiant look on her face.

All names are written with the name of my mother Song Wenqin.

When she saw Zhang Yang buying a car for his mother, which cost more than 4 million yuan, her outlook was subverted, and then she felt ashamed of herself.

As strong as Maybach, it can bow its head and lower its eyebrows when facing Bentley, a brand that is well known to the British royal family and comparable to Rolls-Royce.

Don't blame Dad.

"Come to our restaurant in the evening and our family will have a good meal!" Zhang Zhaohai said immediately.

"That's okay." Zhang Yang replied, put down his phone and looked at his mother in front of him, "Mom, go back, dad is in a hurry."

"That's fine." Song Wenqin pursed her lips and said with a smile.

A moment later, at the entrance of the luxury car center, Song Wenqin and the little sister Zhou Tong said a simple goodbye.

"You...hey, we agreed that we will make a time to celebrate for you next time, okay?" Zhou Tong grabbed Song Wenqin and kept saying, still a little unwillingly.

"Okay, let's make another appointment." Song Wenqin nodded.

Of course she saw the changes in her little sisters.

From the original deliberate friendship to the current flattery and even flattery, the change has been so subtle and natural.

She knew that she would only encounter more of them in the future.

She finally realized that she was afraid she had to say goodbye to her former self and her former circle.

Zhang Yang didn't say anything, just said a few polite words, and walked straight towards his Cullinan, leaving his mother to greet Aunt Zhou.

After a while, Song Wenqin saw Zhang Yang's car starting and was about to leave.

"Liu Jing, do you still need your mother to teach you?" Zhou Tong reminded his daughter by gently poking her arm.

Liu Jing woke up from her dream and whispered quickly: "Auntie, please walk slowly, we will see you next time." "Well, see you next time." Song Wenqin smiled slightly and raised the window.

In a moment, the Bentley followed Cullinan not far ahead and went straight away.

With the Cullinan in the front and the Bentley in the back, this gathering of luxury cars immediately became a dazzling sight in Yinghai.

On the same spot, Zhou Tong watched from a distance, his eyes full of envy.

"I can't believe that your Aunt Song's family has such a strong family background. It's really..."

From the moment she met Song Wenqin's husband's Maybach, she actually knew that this little sister's family was well-off, but she hadn't thought about it on a deeper level.

But I realized today that I am still superficial.

Maybach, Bentley, Cullinan, what kind of family is this? My association with this little sister is completely high-profile.

"Didn't you add Zhang Yang's WeChat account? Please work harder." She couldn't help but look at Liu Jing.

"It's no use, Mom, I still know a little bit about myself." Liu Jing smiled helplessly.

"You're stupid, who told you to get there in one step?" Zhou Tong couldn't help but patted his daughter, "Why don't we just be friends first? I didn't ask you to come up with such a clear purpose, okay?"

"It's not easy to be friends first. People on WeChat are reluctant to join." Liu Jing curled her lips.

"Isn't it your mother's side? I'll keep in touch with your Aunt Song. On your side, just contact Zhang Yang for the purpose of making friends. Even if you only gain friendship in the end, it's better than anything else." Zhou Tong laughed. road.

Liu Jing acquiesced, but she still felt it in her heart.

Contact with such a male god, even just being friends, seems slim.

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As the sun set, Cullinan and Bentley returned to their restaurant together.

In the parking space in front of the restaurant, Zhang Zhaohai's Maybach S680 was parked. Under the setting sun, its onyx black exterior was gleaming.

There were two empty parking spaces next to the car, and just in time, Zhang Yang's Cullinan and Song Wenqin's Bentley Flying Spur were parked next to them.

Three luxury cars parked in a row were like a blast.

Next to the restaurant, there were shops of all sizes along the street, including cigarette shops, restaurants, bathing centers, and chain hotels. Bosses of all sizes came out and looked at the scene in front of them, their eyes shocked and speechless.

Downstairs in the restaurant, Zhang Zhaohai walked out early, preparing to greet his wife and son.

Behind him, there was suddenly a sound of footsteps.

As soon as Zhang Zhaohai turned around, a group of middle-aged people came out talking and laughing, and they came forward to exchange cigarettes.

"Mr. Liu, are you done with the cards?"

The leader, Mr. Liu, met by chance. The property company under his name contracted the property project of the community behind him. Those who can open a real estate company must naturally have the ability and connections to be successful.

Sometimes, by chance, in order to save trouble, Mr. Liu often has a meal nearby with several of his property managers.

Their restaurant is also a frequent visitor.

After going back and forth, I naturally became familiar with it.

"No fight, there's still dinner tonight." Mr. Liu smiled and took the cigarette.

Several people lit cigarettes and planned to stand at the door for a while.

"That car..." Mr. Liu held a cigarette, his eyes suddenly froze, and he couldn't help but exclaimed, "Cullinan, Bentley? Where did the big boss come from? Boss Zhang, do you know the owner of the car? I think it's all about you. Next to the Maybach.”

"Oh." Zhang Zhaohai saw his son and wife getting out of the car one after another. He smiled and waved, "My wife and my son's car."

"What?!" Mr. Liu's tone was shocked, his eyes widened, and he looked at Zhang Zhaohai again, "Boss Zhang, you are definitely not showing your face! Come on, come on, slap me."

Without thinking, he quickly searched for a cigarette.

Several property managers on the side saw this and rushed to take out lighters to help Zhang Zhaohai light cigarettes.

Mr. Liu’s exclamation was not without reason.

His real estate company can earn millions a year even after all expenses are paid, but what kind of car does he drive? Just a Porsche.

Driving a Bentley? For him, it is not a fantasy, but at least it is a relatively distant thing.

But in front of me...
Maybach, Bentley, and that Cullinan. What kind of family is this, what a big boss!
Just as he was talking, Zhang Yang and Song Wenqin had already stepped forward.

"Zhang Yang, our old customer, Mr. Liu." Zhang Zhaohai introduced him by the way.

As a customer of your own restaurant, you should be polite.

Zhang Yang smiled, nodded, and greeted people.

"Hello, hello." The enthusiasm in Mr. Liu's voice increased by eight degrees, and he quickly handed over the cigarette and said hello. "Our restaurant has always tasted very good. I will definitely introduce more friends to it if I have the opportunity in the future."

"Thank you..." Zhang Yang thanked him.

"Then you go about your business first. I'll go back first and won't disturb you anymore." Mr. Liu observed his words and left quickly with a smile.

In the blink of an eye, time was left to Zhang Yang and the others.

"Good guy, this is Bentley!" Only then did Zhang Zhaohai have time to take a good look at the Bentley in front of him, and he couldn't hide his surprise in his tone.

"No...my Cullinan can buy two Bentleys after all. Your reaction is not that big, right?" Zhang Yang couldn't help but laugh when he saw his father's reaction.

"You still don't know that your dad is competing with me." Song Wenqin said with a smile.

A family of three stood in front of three cars and looked at them for a long time.

To be precise, it was Zhang Yang who was standing with the couple.

"How about I go up first and you guys stand there for a while?" Zhang Yang said with a smile.

He knew that his parents had a lot to say, and he also knew that at this moment, there might be many former neighbors who were about to show up to congratulate him.

Everyone carries the sedan chair.

In this situation, he would leave it to his parents.

Sure enough, not long after he walked in, there were discussions and congratulations behind him.

At a glance, the red head saw his parents, their faces glowing red, smiling as they greeted the neighbors, with laughter in their ears.

In the evening, a family of three specially set up a table in the restaurant as a celebration.

"I, Lao Zhang, never dreamed that thanks to my son, I would be able to live like this one day." Zhang Zhaohai held the wine glass and his tone was full of emotion.

Zhang Yang smiled and clinked a drink with his father.

The food in front of you is very rich, and not far away, the business of the restaurant is booming and noisy.

To be happy in life is not just about himself, he now also has the ability to fulfill his parents' happy life.

The family sat together in a lively manner, eating food, drinking, and chatting about home affairs.

On the night before the Mid-Autumn Festival, the family had a hearty meal and a feast.

(End of this chapter)