The Wealthy Tycoon's Game of Life

Chapter 1672: Chapter 678: ”Brother Dog” Has Left the Group Chat

While Zhou Wang was busy organizing a luncheon, at the South Bund of Magic City, inside a high-rise with river views located in ”Green City Huangpu Bay”, Young Master Zhang Zhiyuan slowly opened his eyes.

The room was dimly lit, and only a strange mix of alcohol and perfume could be vaguely smelled. The first thing Young Master Zhang did upon waking was shout:

”Xiao Ba, open the curtains and turn the ventilation to maximum!”

”Opening the curtains... Ventilation system adjusted to highest setting...”

Responding to Young Master Zhang was a mechanical male voice... This was the central intelligent control system of the entire house, not quite at AI level, more akin to a simplified Siri.

Back then, besides the ”high-rise river view,” one of the selling points of Green City Huangpu Bay residential area was the ”smart home.”

This so-called ”smart home” not only included a unified smart brain but also comprehensive high-speed stable network coverage throughout the house, ensuring full signal strength in every corner, along with a network of sensors throughout the house that monitor temperature, humidity, PM2.5, CO₂, light, human movement, and the status of doors and windows to collect data in real-time and achieve ”self-regulation.”

Of course, the actual living experience wasn’t as mystical as advertised; it was just adequate for lazy people, as this large flat with a price close to hitting a small target wasn’t too bad.

However, this apartment didn’t belong to Young Master Zhang, but Shao Xiaoqi... It was the ”wedding house” his mother, Luo Meiling, had bought early for him.

Young Master Zhang found it a bit powerless to ridicule Shao Xiaoqi’s decision to name the intelligent system ”Xiao Ba.”

It’s just that Shao Xiaoqi also didn’t spend much time in Magic City, so the apartment was mostly vacant.

As the floor-to-ceiling curtains automatically retracted, the entire bedroom instantly brightened, revealing a 270-degree river view. However, since it was the bleakest part of winter, there was nothing much to see outside—a sentiment shared by Zhang Zhiyuan, who had seen countless river and sea views.

Zhang Zhiyuan sat up in bed, and the woman’s figure was already absent from the messy bed.

He wasn’t much of a womanizer, but he occasionally had physiological needs. During lonely and empty times, calling someone to warm the bed was a normal thing... but he didn’t like those women staying overnight, so those acquainted with his personality would leave voluntarily in the middle of the night.

A few empty wine bottles were scattered in the room. Young Master Zhang rummaged through the messy coffee table and finally found a crumpled half pack of cigarettes, lit one, and only then did he pick up his phone as he leaned on the sofa.

As a second-generation rich with some self-discipline who also wanted to make a career, Young Master Zhang had lots of daily information to handle. Recently, he had been most preoccupied with the ”Miao Village development” project led by Zhou Wang.

Speaking of which, besides Zhou Wang, he was probably the man meeting Jiang Qingkui the most often now.

Although, apart from him and Tang Yiming, Old Ruan, Zhou Yiquan, and Cheng Qing also all pitched in money for this Miao Village development project, but they held smaller shares, mainly participating for the experience, so he and Tang Yiming were primarily in charge of specific affairs.

During this time, they had both tanned considerably due to running around, though Tang Yiming was worse off, being rooted in Guizhou for long periods watching the project’s progress, while Young Master Zhang ran north occasionally, utilizing family resources to clear ”upper-level channels.”

Tang Yiming mingled daily with local influential figures, not only tanning but also putting on considerable weight. As he put it, at least thirty percent of the alcohol weight in his belly came from Maotai liquor.

He was also almost sick of singing at local KTVs, so when Tang Yiming arrived at Magic City the day before yesterday, he couldn’t wait to take them to Magic City’s Xinghui International, under the guise of ”changing tastes.”

Using his exact words: ”Earlier on they seemed nice, after all, the girls in Magic City are too pretentious. To have them make an appearance would cost at least six figures, while the girls from Guizhou are more enthusiastic—they let you have your way right in the room, though they do get tiresome quickly...”

In any case, the Miao Village development project, under the collective effort of everyone, was progressing rapidly; even the land was already cordoned off, and the planned construction start date was the first day of the new year.

After wrapping up those affairs and coincidentally hitting Zhou Wang’s birthday, Young Master Zhang had the leisure to fly to Magic City ahead of time.

When Zhou Yiquan, Shao Xiaoqi, Cheng Qing, and a bunch of brothers arrived yesterday, they gathered in this apartment of Shao Xiaoqi to throw a party, partying until midnight before each finding a room to sleep.

Before Zhou Wang got involved, Young Master Zhang was naturally the undisputed leader in their circle, so Shao Xiaoqi directly gave him the master bedroom.

After dealing with official messages, Young Master Zhang opened his private WhatsApp to see if any messages were missed from last night to this morning.

But as soon as he opened WhatsApp, Young Master Zhang was momentarily stunned.

His private WhatsApp had no pinned contacts, but there were two pinned group chats.

One was his family group... Unlike the typical ”loving family” group chats, his family group was named ”Zhang Family Grand Plan.”

Yes, it’s called ”Zhang Family Grand Plan,” a name that outsiders would find amusing.

However, this name was personally chosen by Young Master Zhang’s grandfather, the old man who single-handedly founded the Zhang Group. Although grandfather’s moments of clarity are increasingly rare, no one dared to change the family group chat name.