Emily held up the bag and turned it in the direction of Yang Cheng so that he could see clearly. She introduced with a wink, "This is our new color-blocking bag. It is very suitable for young women to wear. The price is 10,000 yuan."

It’s 3,000 US dollars, and this is the only one left in the store.”

Yang Cheng blinked at Emily, indicating that he had received her reminder, and thought to himself, "This girl is quite interesting, are you afraid that you will spend too much?"

After thinking about it for a while, my mother and the others came down, and there was no pretense. Although he had not actually picked this English rose, he just regarded it as repaying the debt of his predecessor, "OK, wrap it up."

Under Meghan's expectant eyes, she swiped her card to pay, and the bag was re-sealed into the exquisite packaging box.

"Megan, I have something to do later, so I won't see you off. You can take a taxi and go by yourself." Yang Cheng stopped Megan's swaying waist and lowered his head.

Megan was immersed in the joy of receiving the fruits and didn't hear Yang Cheng's words clearly, "What? Sorry, dear, I didn't hear clearly."

Yang Cheng laughed and shook his head, repeating without thinking, "I said there will be something else to do later, so you can leave first."

Hearing this, Megan's face turned from sunny to gloomy in an instant, but she asked gently, "What's wrong? Honey, what's the matter? Can I go with you? Don't worry, I can stay quietly.

, won’t bother you.”

"I want to have dinner with my family, do you want to come too?" Yang Cheng raised his eyebrows and said impatiently.

Megan also realized that she was a little impatient, and quickly hugged Yang Cheng's arm in a flattering manner, rubbing the tender meat back and forth, "Oh, I'll leave first, can I leave your phone number?"

The two exchanged contact information, put Megan in a taxi, and Yang Cheng returned to his sports car.

Unknown to her, Meghan's eyes looking at his back were full of resentment, and she slammed the packaging box aside. Obviously, a bag could not satisfy her appetite.

Yang Cheng was naturally unaware of all this. He closed the door, took out his cell phone, and called Allen again to ask how his analysis went.

This short-selling crude oil plan is an opportunity that he values ​​​​very much, but he has no confidence in it and seems to be worried about gains and losses.

He put half of his body on the car frame, put his chin on his arms, and looked at the passing cars with blank eyes. The soft spring breeze swept through his hair with a warm breath. The afternoon sun was a bit dazzling, and Yang Cheng could not help but squint his eyes.

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On the opposite side of the street, a couple was walking down the street with their doll-like daughter. A clown actor walked up to them with funny steps. From time to time, he would conjure up small toys and deliver them to the child, making the little girl giggle. Sunshine

Shooting down obliquely, the colorful halo enveloped the family of three, as warm as a movie scene.

"Hey, man, don't worry, I'm... currently analyzing and calculating..." Allen's voice came from the receiver, ruining Yang Cheng's mood.

The voice was a little vague, and you could guess with your toes what the other person was doing, "Damn it, Allen, were you a hamburger in your last life?"

"Wow, it's not impossible. Okay, okay, don't disturb me. I'll call you when I'm done..." After that, he hung up the phone.

Yang Cheng chuckled silently and threw his cell phone into the passenger seat. When he looked back, he saw that the family of three had already left. The dedicated clown was aiming at his next target, selling the products in his hands.

After a while, Yang Sen and Liu Yun walked out hand in hand, got into Yang Sen's Bentley Mulsanne, and gestured to Yang Cheng to follow them.

Two cars, one behind the other, drove along Fifth Avenue toward the apartments on Central Park West.

A TV series once described New York like this, "If you hate someone, send them to New York; if you love someone, send them to New York."

Isn’t it contradictory? But New York is the intersection of heaven and hell; a gold mine where opportunities and risks coexist; a bazaar where prosperity and ugliness intersect; and a stage where fashion and tradition collide.

It has been half a day since he was reborn. Yang Cheng has slowly become more subjectively familiar with this city. He is familiar with how to live as a rich man, the unique rhythm of life in Manhattan, and the daydreams he once had.

Now that everything has been realized, why is there an inexplicable emptiness in my heart?

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The Yang family's apartment is located on the top floor of a 48-story building on the west side of Central Park. It occupies the 47th and 48th floors and is a super duplex mansion with an area of ​​up to 1,700 square meters. This property once belonged to a real estate developer in New York who received a subprime mortgage in 2009.

In the crisis and bankruptcy, in order to pay off the debt, he sold it to Janssen at a low price to cash out.

Later, Yang Sen invited LV's then design director through Liu Yun to design it himself. After 4 and a half years of renovation, it became a super modern mansion with an 8-meter-high water wall, reflective pool, spa, game room, and audio-visual equipment.

room, wine cellar and other functional facilities.

Yang Cheng walked on the ground made of a large number of black and white marbles. The sound of gurgling water reached his ears, and he secretly exclaimed, "It's so luxurious, so luxurious."

"Jason, you haven't been back for a long time?" Yang Cheng had just sent his parents upstairs to change clothes and was preparing to secretly visit this crystal palace-like mansion when the old butler John came over with a surprise.

Yang Cheng touched his nose to make sure he didn't do anything embarrassing just now, and returned to his calm look, "Yes, Old John, long time no see, are you okay?"

Old John is also from the UK and is much older than White. He is over 60 this year. He has served the Yang family for more than 10 years and has worked hard and never made a single mistake.

He hugged Yang Cheng affectionately. After all, he watched Yang Cheng grow up, just like his own grandson. Hey...how could these words sound like curses?

He knocked on his shoulder and said loudly, "It's very good. Looking at my body, I won't have any problem working for another 20 years."

"That's great. You know, we won't let you retire." Yang Cheng said emotionally.

"No problem, I hope my next 10-year contract will be offered by you."

Old John's words made Yang Cheng hesitate for a few seconds, and then he understood the deeper meaning of the words. He hoped that he could get back on his feet, inherit the family business, become the next generation head of the Yang family, and provide him with the next generation as the boss.

a contract.

Feeling slightly moved in his heart, he took Old John's hand, gave it a firm squeeze, and said in a promising tone, "Deal!"

After chatting with Old John for a while, he let him go to work. The workload of managing such a large house is not small at all. From time to time, he has to share the tasks assigned by Yang Sen. It is not easy to earn an annual salary of tens of millions of dollars every year.

Yang Cheng was no longer in the mood to visit the mansion. Anyway, he would live here from now on. With plenty of time, he wandered towards the living room with his hands behind his back as if he was patrolling his territory with the lion king.

There is a huge oil painting hanging in the corridor leading to the living room, which is worth a lot of money at a glance. However, neither the original Yang Cheng nor the current Yang Cheng has any artistic talent, and it is really difficult to appreciate it. Compared to oil paintings, Yang Cheng prefers Z

Chinese landscape paintings are full of artistic conceptions of birds singing and flowers fragrant.

The sound of "tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap" sounded. Mom changed her home clothes and went downstairs first. She tied her ponytail and walked down the stairs to meet Yang Cheng. "Go upstairs and change quickly. Your dad is waiting for you in the study. I'll go cook."

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Yang Cheng nodded repeatedly. If Yang Sen didn't come to him, he would have to take the initiative to talk to his father. His next plan would not work at all without his father's help.

"Okay, mom, please slow down. I've had lunch and I'm not too hungry."

Liu Yun didn't know if she heard it or not, so she waved her hand and said, "I know."

The entire second floor is a private space that belongs exclusively to the three members of the Yang family. With the study as the center, Yang Cheng's and her parents' bedrooms are divided. They are both oriented east-west and have exactly the same area and supporting facilities. However, Yang Cheng's room faces north, and her parents' bedrooms are facing north.

facing south.

He glanced towards the study and did not go in. Instead, he went back to his room and changed his clothes before returning to the study.

Knocking on the door, I heard Yang Sen's thick announcer-like voice and pushed the door open.

"Dad, are you looking for me?"

After entering, I looked around and found that the decoration of the study was more cultural, not like the luxurious atmosphere outside, but more bookish.

The bookshelves on both sides that reach the ceiling are slowly filled with various collections of books. It is not difficult to find traces of reading among them. It seems that Yang Sen often spends time here.

Yang Sen was facing Yang Cheng, standing in front of the desk looking at something. When he heard Yang Cheng's voice, he didn't turn around and said, "Oh, here you go? Sit down first and wait for me. There is Louis XIII on the table."

, I asked John to just take the photo."

The side in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the study is covered with a thick white wool blanket, and two black Eames leisure chairs are placed on the blanket. Don’t underestimate this chair. As a classic masterpiece of the Swiss furniture brand VITRA, it has been rated as home furnishing

BMW, Porsche, Steve Jobs, and Bill Gates in the world are all its loyal fans.

The two chairs in Yang Sen's study are specially customized and are worth nearly 10,000 US dollars. Even ordinary mass-produced models cost about 1,000 US dollars.

Yang Cheng came to the window and had a panoramic view of the sunset over the Hudson River in the distance. Standing here and overlooking all living beings would really elevate one's mood.

"Compared to Hennessy

The crystal glass bottle handmade by the BACCARAT glass factory is a rare work of art.

Yang Cheng shrugged, although at this moment he wanted to ask, how do you feel about secretly drinking Louis XIII when you have a wife who is an executive of LVMH Group, and most of the foreign wines in the wine cellar are Hennessy XO?

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Louis XIII, to put it bluntly, is Remy Martin that has been aged for more than 50 years. In addition to as many as 250 aromas, compared to ordinary brandy, which only has a lingering aroma of 15-20 minutes, the aftertaste of Louis XIII lingers for up to an hour.

What Louis XIII represents is unparalleled luxury, because it represents the accumulation of essence, the accumulation of time, and the infinite pursuit of quality.

As a result, Louis XIII not only has a delicate and elegant performance, but also has a domineering and king-like appeal, and has become the pursuit of countless successful people.

Although Yang Cheng didn't understand wine, he had been exposed to it since childhood and drank a lot. He shook the tulip cup and let the amber liquid ripple in the cup. He took a sip and subconsciously narrowed his eyes. Hundreds of aromas were lingering in the cup.

With a burst of excitement in his mouth, he couldn't help but give his father a thumbs up, feeling the aftertaste in his mouth, and comparing it with the taste in his memory, he said doubtfully, "This wine is a little different..."
Chapter completed!