Gu Fang was momentarily stunned, then let out a self-deprecating laugh.

"I apologize, Zhang Yang. I lost my composure. I will speak with them when I return, and if there is an opportunity, I hope you can still look at this patient!"

Zhang Yang smiled. "That’s no problem at all. If I can help, I certainly will!"

"I know, thank you, thank you, Zhang Yang!"

Gu Fang nodded, appearing slightly agitated. He picked up the wine glass in his hand, clinking it hard against Zhang Yang's, and downed the contents in one gulp.

Nearby, many students had already filled their stomachs. Even those who were full still felt the urge to sample some of the remaining dishes.

"This platter is so beautiful, it looks like pure gold!"

A student, while tasting some unknown pastry from a dish, looked with envy at the plate that shimmered with a golden sheen.

"Sir, these platters are crafted from pure gold, and the cutlery in your hands is all solid silver. We originally intended to use utensils inlaid with diamonds and gems, but unfortunately, we didn't have enough time to prepare them, so we had to settle for these gold and silver adornments for now!"

A waiter standing nearby chuckled and informed him.

The student eating the pastry gasped, his hand trembling violently.

He looked around in alarm. There were many gold items on the tables, quite a few of them substantial in size. As for the cutlery they held, besides looking nice and feeling heavy, he had never realized they were actual silver.

All that gold and silver, put together, was likely worth a fortune.

"I understand. Thank you," the student quickly replied, glancing down again at the cutlery in his hand.

Just that set of tableware was probably enough to cover his tuition for a year. Coupled with the golden platter before him, it might even cover all his tuition fees from childhood until now, with plenty left over.

Comparing oneself to others truly could drive one mad; the value of the tableware at this reception likely exceeded the entire net worth of all of them combined.

The student became far more cautious while eating, terrified of accidentally damaging a platter he couldn't afford to replace. Everything here felt priceless to him.

However, he didn't know the waiter hadn't told the whole story. While the platters and stands were indeed pure gold, they weren't solid; this made them lighter and significantly reduced their value. But even so, the items were genuinely valuable.

An hour later, many students were satiated and well-watered. The fifty servings of food on the tables were nearly all consumed.

This brought smiles to the faces of the waitstaff. In previous receptions they organized, hardly anyone finished everything; usually, a significant amount of food was left over, as few attendees were truly there to eat. This time was markedly different. The guests clearly looked like ordinary people, and only they could consume so much, leaving almost nothing behind.

The people who had been swimming also climbed out and hurried off to change their clothes.

Soon, everyone gathered again in front of Zhang Yang.

"Zhang Yang, aren't your parents in Changjing? Are they both here in Shanghai?" Gao Fei looked at Zhang Yang, asking with confusion. He had always assumed Zhang Yang lived in Changjing.

"No, I am the only one here. My parents are not here," Zhang Yang smiled and shook his head. His mother had passed away long ago, and he had never met his father—that unseen father had too deep a rift with the original owner of this body, affecting him too.

"Just you, in a house this large!" Gao Fei's mouth dropped open. This villa was enormous; it could easily house dozens of people, let alone one person.

"If everyone is free, please come in and take a look!" Zhang Yang said softly. At his invitation, many people immediately looked eager. The reception had been outdoors, and although the villa's main door was open, no one dared to enter. Now that Zhang Yang had extended an invitation, many were keen to see what the interior of this mansion looked like.

Led by Zhang Yang, everyone entered the grand living room on the first floor. Nearly forty people standing inside didn't look crowded, indicating the sheer size of the room.

Gu Fang and Shi Qiang also followed inside. After entering, they both nodded. The villa was truly impressive, with excellent interior decoration, layout, and furnishings. Some porcelain pieces displayed on an étagère were genuine antiques. These were all left behind by Old Wu, who had given the house to Zhang Yang, along with everything inside.

Inside, many students gaped again, looking around everywhere. Everything here seemed novel and fascinating to them, and concurrently, they felt a sense of reverence. The items here were too magnificent, beyond their wildest imagination.

Guo Weiya’s eyes were glazing over. His family owned a three-story house, and he always considered himself quite something, owning his own land and building in Shanghai was already a great achievement. He had always believed himself to be among Shanghai’s elite. But standing here, he realized how small he truly was. The home he had been so proud of was nothing compared to this, whether in taste, scale, or sheer size; his house was leagues behind. This realization made him understand how absurd his perceived elite status was.

After a brief tour of the villa with the classmates, the reception for the day was nearly over. Every student was immensely satisfied. Under Li Jianguo’s organization, they re-boarded their vehicles to leave. The convoy would take them directly to the hotel where they were staying.

Zhang Yang did not leave. This was his home after all. Since he was here, there was no need to return to the hotel; the next day’s activity wouldn't start until the afternoon, so staying late wouldn't cause any issues.

Gu Fang, Shi Qiang, and Shao Yuping chatted with Zhang Yang for a while longer before taking their leave. Gu Fang also arranged to visit Zhang Yang’s home in a couple of days to check on the stroke and paralysis patient he had mentioned. Only then did Zhang Yang realize that the patient was Gu Fang’s maternal grandfather, which explained his intense concern.

After everyone left, Zhang Yang returned to his master bedroom, finally settling into the mansion that had been his for a long time but where he had never spent a single night. As for Long Feng, Nan Cheng arranged him in a luxurious guest room, where he was already beginning his cultivation practice.

After a good night’s rest, Zhang Yang appeared punctually at the students' hotel the next afternoon. As soon as he arrived, many students proactively and warmly greeted him—these were the ones who had attended the reception yesterday. Furthermore, those who hadn't attended also rushed over to wave and greet him. There were too many people greeting him, so Zhang Yang could only nod in return to each one; he simply couldn't manage them all.

He was unaware that the events of the reception yesterday had already circulated among the students. Overnight, Zhang Yang had transformed into a young master who possessed both talent and immense wealth. Especially those who attended the reception praised Zhang Yang effusively, almost elevating him to the heavens. Since so many people had attended yesterday, in just half a day, almost all the students knew what had transpired, and many regretted not being at the Bund to witness that luxurious reception. Even some of the accompanying teachers had heard rumors about it. This was precisely why Zhang Yang’s arrival caused such a sensation; here, he was the most dazzling star.