Li Jianguo pointed at himself in slight disbelief, then nodded with renewed excitement. He was an activist who loved nothing more than organizing things. Zhang Yang asking him to arrange the classmates into cars felt like a genuine affirmation, allowing him to highlight his presence. He wouldn't object to such a task; he was delighted to do it.

Having received Zhang Yang's authorization, Li Jianguo immediately began assigning the vehicles. Ten cars could hold forty people, and with Zhang Yang having his own car, there was plenty of transport. In no time, Li Jianguo had arranged all twenty-plus of them into the cars. It had to be said, the kid was truly suited for this; not only did no one object to his assignments, but they were perfect. Another detail: he knew every single person's name.

Just as he finished the arrangements, over a dozen more people rushed over—Guo Weiya had arrived with his classmates. These dozen or so people had initially thought there was no hope for them, that they could only watch others attend the enviable cocktail party. They never expected Zhang Yang would invite them too. Whoever was hosting the party, just being able to attend was enough.

Only Liu Kai mumbled a few complaints, saying Zhang Yang's party surely wouldn't compare to this, perhaps they were just being taken to a bar. But even a bar trip would be welcome; they were out for fun, and nobody wanted the rigid formality of going straight to a restaurant for dinner.

When they reached the parking lot, Liu Kai immediately fell silent. A motorcade of BMWs sent to pick them up—this was clearly a grand gesture. Many had never ridden in a BMW in their lives, and they looked visibly excited after Li Jianguo directed them into the cars.

With Li Jianguo's help, Zhang Yang saved both trouble and time. Checking his watch, over an hour had passed since he made the call, and the drive would take about an hour. By the time they arrived, the butler, Nan Cheng, should have everything prepared.

Gu Fang’s Bugatti and Shi Qiang’s Ferrari had also pulled over by now. As for Shao Yuping, she had been following Zhang Yang the entire time and wasn't with the main group.

Seeing the procession of ten BMWs, the two were momentarily stunned before both chuckled and shook their heads. Zhang Yang was still young, using a BMW motorcade to show off in front of his classmates. However, this might be good; Zhang Yang usually acted so mature he seemed older than his twenty years, putting considerable pressure on them. Now, they finally saw a glimpse of Zhang Yang's more youthful side.

Zhang Yang was oblivious to their thoughts, and if he knew, he would certainly cry out about the injustice. The motorcade was purely Dragon Feng’s idea to reduce hassle, and it had little to do with him. If it were his choice, he wouldn't rent such high-end cars; it was far too conspicuous. Unfortunately, Zhang Yang didn't know their thinking, and this misunderstanding was destined to continue.

As the motorcade left the Bund, Zhang Yang sat in his Mercedes. Shao Yuping squeezed in beside him, occasionally reaching out to tease Lightning. Unfortunately, Lightning remembered her well and was entirely unimpressed, even baring its teeth and growling at her. If Zhang Yang hadn't given specific orders, it would have already lunged and left its claw marks on her face.

The Mercedes led the way, followed by the Ferrari and the Bugatti, with the ten BMWs trailing behind. Such a convoy on the road was incredibly eye-catching, drawing countless turning heads—even in later times, it would still make people look twice.

The cars drove smoothly. After about an hour, they reached the main gate of the villa. The grand entrance was closed, but a string of colorful lights adorned the top, looking quite bright. Two servers stood at the entrance, immediately rushing over to open the car doors as soon as Zhang Yang’s vehicle approached. The look of the gate hadn't changed; it was the same as before. Zhang Yang wasn't sure how far along the preparations inside were.

"Zhang Yang, this... is this your house?"

Gu Fang and Shi Qiang, having alighted from the Bugatti and the Ferrari, stared wide-eyed. Shi Qiang quickly walked up to Zhang Yang and asked directly. Zhang Yang smiled and nodded. "That's right. This house isn't bad, is it?"

Gu Fang suddenly seemed to recall something and walked over quickly, asking, "Zhang Yang, you said this house was gifted to you. Is the person who gave it to you surnamed Wu?" He sounded rather anxious as he spoke, and Shi Qiang stared intently at Zhang Yang as well.

Zhang Yang appeared slightly puzzled but didn't overthink it, nodding gently. "Yes, this property was gifted to me by Old Wu. How did you know?"

"It really was him? H-how could he give you his house?" Gu Fang stammered again, murmuring. Zhang Yang glanced at him, guessing that Gu Fang must know Old Wu, otherwise he wouldn't react this way. Old Wu's bearing and demeanor were certainly not those of an ordinary person, plus //Book Fan Tower’s fastest text update.

After a moment's thought, Zhang Yang said, "You both know I study medicine. I happened to meet Old Wu once; his granddaughter was gravely ill, and I cured her. That’s why he gave me this villa!" This villa was his payment for treatment; there was nothing to hide, especially since Gu Fang likely knew Old Wu and could inquire if he wished.

"What? You cured Wu Yan's illness!" Gu Fang and Shi Qiang exclaimed simultaneously. This time, shock was replaced by sheer horror on their faces. They indeed knew Old Wu, though Old Wu didn't know them. They had interacted with Old Wu through connections involving their elders. Old Wu’s status was extraordinary, and this villa was the finest property in the area. Before, others had coveted it, but as soon as they heard it belonged to Old Wu, everyone backed off. Furthermore, they knew something about Wu Yan's illness. It was a brain tumor—a malignant brain tumor, a disease certainly marked by Death himself. Zhang Yang claiming to have cured it was more astonishing than hearing a fairytale.

"Strictly speaking, I didn't cure it completely, but I am confident I can extend her life by five years. After five years, there might be a way to completely cure her!" Zhang Yang smiled faintly. He was now even more certain the two knew Old Wu, or they wouldn't have known Wu Yan’s name.

"Extend her life by five years!" Gu Fang muttered to himself vaguely. For such an illness, extending life by five years was already remarkable. Moreover, Zhang Yang claimed there was a way for a complete cure. Gu Fang found it hard to believe, but logic told him it must be true. First, the house belonged to Old Wu, and Zhang Yang wouldn't bring so many people here without confidence. Second, Zhang Yang had no reason to lie to them; this could be verified easily, and Zhang Yang didn't strike him as someone who enjoyed fabricating stories.

"Zhang Yang, I'm starting to see you less and less clearly," Shi Qiang suddenly let out a wry laugh and said softly. He first met Zhang Yang at the raw jade market, rushing over to acquire stones when he heard someone had unearthed good jade. At that time, he formed a very good initial impression of Zhang Yang, which was further solidified when Zhang Yang saved Shao Yuping, making him feel the man was worthy of friendship. But he never imagined Zhang Yang possessed such incredible medical skill—a malignant brain tumor, a sickness not comparable to a common car accident.

As they spoke, the students from the motorcade had gotten out and gathered around. Zhang Yang was talking with the two young masters, with only Shao Yuping standing nearby; the others dared not approach. Many were still gazing at the magnificent gate, a hint of envy naturally in their eyes. Some were quite thrilled, knowing they would soon enter and experience the kind of cocktail party the wealthy usually held.

"Don't stand out here; let's go inside," Zhang Yang told Gu Fang and Shi Qiang, then signaled the servers to open the main gate. The two servers quickly moved, one on each side, pushing open the villa's massive doors, and everyone standing at the entrance stared again in awe.

The villa was vast, and inside, it was a vision of gold and splendor. From where they stood, they could only see tables, grills, and various beautiful light fixtures set up in the distance; the details were unclear. Just by the sight of it, Zhang Yang knew Nan Cheng had prepared everything, and he nodded in satisfaction.

Zhang Yang walked at the front, followed closely by Gu Fang and Shi Qiang. Shao Yuping also gazed curiously at their surroundings. Although her own home was a large villa, no smaller than this one, somehow Zhang Yang’s villa seemed superior to theirs. Walking along the clean stone path in the villa, many students nervously scanned their surroundings. Villa, magnate, powerful family—these words quickly surfaced in their minds. Even Shi Yan and Yin Yong were feeling slightly restrained.

"Sir, you have returned," Butler Nan Cheng stood in the courtyard, dressed in a traditional British butler uniform, bowing slightly to Zhang Yang. His movements were perfectly natural and utterly gentlemanly. Gu Fang and Shi Qiang both shot surprised glances at Zhang Yang again. They recognized Nan Cheng's attire; a butler like this was absolutely professional—even their own families didn't employ one. Such professional butlers were not hired merely because one had money; they were selective. The two were unaware that the butler had also been left to Zhang Yang by Old Wu; if they knew, they would likely be even more astonished.

"Uncle Nan, you've worked hard," Zhang Yang glanced around and nodded with satisfaction. The surrounding layout was excellent; achieving this in just two hours was indeed no small feat for Nan Cheng. It was even beyond his expectations.

Standing behind Zhang Yang, his classmates were completely spellbound. Outside, they had only sensed great luxury without seeing the specifics, but standing here now, they realized just how extravagant what lay before them truly was. The open-air cocktail party on the Bund, which they had previously envied, now seemed utterly ordinary by comparison—it was almost beggarly.

The grounds before them were far larger than those on the Bund, the tables arranged very reasonably and harmoniously. Every single one was covered in golden-yellow silk, and the various utensils placed upon them were either gold or silver, reflecting a dazzling, captivating light under the illumination. Then there was the food on the tables—much of it they had never seen or couldn't name, unlike the Bund venue which featured only fruits or pastries. Adding to this were the warm, noble ambient lights that gave them the sensation of stepping into royalty. Furthermore, there were the barbecue pits, a grand piano, and the serene, beautiful swimming pool nearby, shimmering with an indigo glow. All of this felt like a dream to them.

First update. I woke up after sleeping only three hours, which is less than the scheduled time. Too much happened today, so I could only rush out one chapter. Little Yu will squeeze in time to type out the remaining four chapters owed. One last thing: if you like it and have a monthly pass, please support me with one; this is truly all I can manage right now.

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