“Old Zhou, what in the hell is going on? Why didn’t you give me a heads-up?”

The moment the car stopped, Versace burst out in anger, this time aimed not at Zhang Yang, but at Zhou Yichen.

Zhang Yang’s situation today was completely beyond Versace’s expectations. The earlier cash and mobile phone were one thing, but the subsequent gift of a luxury car worth over a million RMB had genuinely stunned him.

A car worth over a million—even his father, whose official position was quite significant, didn't drive anything that expensive.

“How should I know what’s happening!”

Zhou Yichen managed a bitter smile. Versace was blaming him, but Zhou Yichen felt just as aggrieved. If this guy hadn't called him over, he wouldn't have had to come here and lose face.

Then again, if he hadn’t come, he truly wouldn’t have realized the sheer influence Zhang Yang currently wielded. A luxury car worth over a million, delivered right to his doorstep by someone practically begging him to accept it.

This fact had shaken him to his core as well.

“I know the person who delivered the car!”

Hu Tao, sitting in the back seat, hesitated for a moment before suddenly speaking up.

Versace and Zhou Yichen both turned simultaneously, their four eyes locking onto Hu Tao.

“Spit it out, who is he?”

Versace was more impatient and asked directly, without any pretense. In his mind, Hu Tao was his subordinate now, and there was no need to be polite to one’s own people.

“He… I only know his surname is Su!”

“You only know his surname? Then what are you telling us?”

Versace cried out in disappointment. This single sentence from him choked off whatever Hu Tao was about to say.

“Besides the surname Su, what else do you know about him?”

Zhou Yichen wasn’t as blunt as Versace; he sensed that Hu Tao hadn't finished his statement and immediately pressed further.

“His surname is Su. He is the direct nephew of Su Shaohua from the Kaida Group. Su Shaohua treats this nephew very well!”

Hu Tao nodded gently, slowly revealing everything he knew. He didn't actually know Su Zhantao’s full name; during the pager incident, he’d been too flustered from being scolded. It was only later, after repeatedly hearing Xia Lan mention the ‘Young Master Su,’ that he learned this young master’s true identity.

“Kaida Group!”

Versace and Zhou Yichen exclaimed in unison. They knew the company—one of the leading, most famous enterprises in Changjing, a major private entity nationally recognized. Not many people wouldn't know of it.

Zhou Yichen’s uncle was known as ‘Zhou Ten Million,’ but compared to the wealth of Kaida, he was just a small fry, nothing comparable.

“Su Shaohua’s nephew, why would he be hanging out with Zhang Yang?” Zhou Yichen asked anxiously, his face etched with boundless worry.

The Kaida Group—that was a real titan. If Zhang Yang managed to connect with them, future sponsorship efforts would be child’s play; even a small handout would be enough for their Student Union.

The Student Union was different from actual administrative departments; its leaders were opportunists who favored whoever provided benefits. Zhou Yichen was already feeling overwhelmed. If Zhang Yang secured a few more large sponsorships and won over those influential people, his position as President would soon become completely nominal.

Zhou Yichen’s primary concern at that moment remained his position within the Student Union.

“I don’t know about that,” Hu Tao shook his head.

“Sizhe, I have something urgent to attend to, so I’m leaving. You don’t need to drive me.”

Zhou Yichen’s brow was tightly furrowed. Today’s events, coupled with Hu Tao’s intelligence, had shaken him considerably. He needed a place to digest it all and figure out a strategy.

He said this and immediately got out of the car, not waiting for Versace’s reaction.

Versace was also somewhat dazed, but his thoughts weren't as complex as Zhou Yichen's. The Kaida Group was huge, but it was just a company. His own family had several high-ranking officials; he wasn't about to be terrified by this. Furthermore, his family wasn't even based in Changjing, nor in this province.

What he felt now was a deep, burning jealousy—jealousy that Zhang Yang, this seemingly penniless kid, had suddenly acquired such fortune. Money, beauty, a luxury car—these things should belong to the favored sons of heaven like himself, not to someone like Zhang Yang.

This intense, fanatical jealousy only deepened his resentment toward Zhang Yang.

Meanwhile, Zhang Yang and his group were all gathered inside the Kaixuan Tower, talking excitedly.

The most animated were Hu Xin and a few others. Hu Xin, especially, kept peppering Su Zhantao with questions: how much the car cost, where he bought it, and why he was giving it to Zhang Yang. Xiao Bin, Gu Cheng, and Xiao Dai were equally curious. While they didn't know the exact price, they all understood the car was definitely not cheap—it was a fine vehicle. At the very least, they recognized the Mercedes badge, which represented luxury cars in China.

To these questions, Su Zhantao just laughed and deftly steered the conversation elsewhere. Soon, the dishes arrived, and Hu Xin and the others shifted their attention to the delicious food before them.

They had to return to school in the afternoon, so time was tight; they needed to eat their fill quickly.

Lunch concluded swiftly. Su Zhantao left the car keys with Zhang Yang when he departed, taking a taxi himself. As for Zhang Yang’s share from the deal—nearly twenty million RMB—it was scheduled to hit his account that afternoon. Su Zhantao had told Zhang Yang to check the bank when he had a chance.

At lunchtime, he had nothing; after eating, he left with a Mercedes worth over a million. Such a turn of events was something Zhang Yang himself could never have imagined.

He was actually quite fond of cars; in his previous life, he had owned quite a few nice ones and enjoyed them. It was just that this Mercedes looked a bit dated, but driving it for a while would be fine for now, as he couldn't find a car he truly loved at the moment anyway.

Before returning to school, Zhang Yang called Gu Cheng and Xiao Bin over and whispered a few instructions to them. Their faces showed surprise, and then they both nodded in agreement.

Time passed slowly. Three days later, Su Zhantao made a special trip again, bringing the new car’s license plates and Zhang Yang’s driver’s license. Zhang Yang hadn't driven much in the interim, merely purchasing a garage space in his residential complex to store the vehicle.

The license plate was excellent, ending in three eights. A car like this, paired with such a plate, gave Zhang Yang a feeling of amusement mixed with helplessness. Anyone who didn’t know better would assume he was a CEO of some company. Su Zhantao’s BMW, which had been held as collateral for days, was finally retrieved.

It was Monday, and the Changjing Third Hospital was bustling. As a well-known city hospital, it always had a steady stream of patients.

Zhang Yang’s brand-new Mercedes with the 888 plate was conspicuous. The security guard at the gate involuntarily straightened up and waved him through without even looking at him. This sight made Zhang Yang sigh once more at the inherent realism of people today.

As he parked and stepped out, many eyes fixed on him. Especially when they noticed how young he looked, almost everyone displayed a hint of astonishment.

Ignoring their gazes, Zhang Yang walked directly toward the Dean’s office.

Dean Zhu Zhixiang was in his office. Zhu Zhixiang had been enjoying a very comfortable time recently. Director Zhao’s father had been discharged from the hospital, but the Bureau had subsequently approved several projects the hospital had previously applied for, making it clear to everyone that the Director held the Third Hospital in high regard.

Zhu Zhixiang was smiling broadly as he processed the paperwork for the ten new authorized positions recently granted to the hospital. Usually, their hospital never received such a large batch of new posts at once; they would beg and plead year after year, yet rarely gain even one. This year, the Bureau had suddenly become generous, adding ten positions on top of the existing structure. These ten positions, though seemingly small, represented a significant opportunity for Zhu Zhixiang to reap substantial benefits if managed properly.

“Zhang Yang, why are you here? You didn’t call ahead!”

Seeing Zhang Yang enter, Zhu Zhixiang was startled, then walked out personally to greet him. He knew perfectly well where these new positions had come from; the person standing before him was the greatest contributor.

“Dean Zhu, I signed the contract a while ago, so I figured it was time to start work!”

Zhang Yang scratched his head. Was he supposed to notify the Dean in advance before an intern started at the hospital? He didn’t think even interns had that kind of protocol. But he overlooked the fact that no intern could enter the Dean’s office without announcement, nor would any intern be greeted by the Dean standing up personally upon arrival.

“Start work?”

Zhu Zhixiang pulled Zhang Yang onto the sofa beside him, acting incredibly familiar. Hearing Zhang Yang’s words, he paused slightly.

“Didn’t Elder Wu relay the message? You are to focus entirely on treating President Su’s illness for now; don’t worry about anything else. Is there some difficulty?”

Zhu Zhixiang was slightly alarmed. He had been counting on Zhang Yang’s success with Su Shaohua’s condition to really put the Third Hospital on the map.

Zhang Yang smiled and shook his head. “No difficulties. I’m confident about Boss Su’s condition; it won’t take up much of my energy. Elder Wu did say I didn’t need to rush, but I feel I must uphold my promise. I can spare one day a week!”

Zhu Zhixiang lowered his head in thought before replying, “I see. Very well, I will arrange things for you later. If you want to work, just come straight over. The hospital will provide you with a green light for everything!”

Since Zhang Yang was proactively requesting it, Zhu Zhixiang couldn't refuse—in fact, he shouldn't refuse. He just needed to carefully consider how to structure Zhang Yang’s schedule.

“That’s good then. Just notify me once the hospital has arranged everything. Here is my phone number.”

Zhang Yang stood up, took a pen and paper from the desk, and wrote down his mobile number. Few people could act so casually in the Dean’s office, let alone an intern who hadn't even started yet.

Taking the number, Zhu Zhixiang nodded again, and Zhang Yang finally left.

After exiting the Dean’s office, he remembered he had actually requested the entire morning off precisely to avoid being forced to start work immediately. He hadn't expected that upon arriving at the hospital, he’d end up leaving right away, rendering the morning off useless.

A bonus chapter for ticket purchases—this one counts as yesterday’s. Little Yu set an alarm last night, planning to write more in the evening, but unfortunately, he overslept. First, my apologies to everyone.

Finally, I’m begging for monthly votes! I’ve been hit hard these past two days, and I’ve dropped from fifth to seventh place. Tragic!