The woman had her hair styled in a bun.
It revealed a smooth forehead and delicate facial features.
She wore light makeup on her face.
Standing a little over 1.6 meters tall, her proportions appeared perfect.
Her legs were well-proportioned and shapely.
Paired with black stockings... they had a unique charm.
It was Zhou Xing's Private Secretary from China Merchants Bank—Zhang Yan!
Today, they needed to finalize the office building and then register the company. Many aspects of this process required Zhang Yan's accompaniment to help him handle them.
So Zhou Xing had contacted her yesterday. He hadn't expected Zhang Yan to have arrived already, standing by the car waiting without even sending him a message.
"Sorry for the trouble."
Zhou Xing said to Zhang Yan.
"It's no trouble at all. Serving you well is my duty."
Zhang Yan bowed again.
"There's no need to be so formal."
Zhou Xing waved his hand and said, "We're about the same age, so just be casual. I'm not that demanding."
"Alright."
Zhang Yan nodded, her face still wearing a professional smile.
Zhou Xing felt a bit helpless and could only ask, "How long have you been here? If this happens again, you don't have to wait outside; just send me a message. If you stay outside too long in this weather and get heatstroke, I won't be able to explain it to Branch Manager Lin."
"I haven't been here long."
Zhang Yan smiled slightly. "Actually, this is nothing. Back when I first joined the bank, it was normal to spend the whole day running around outside for business in nearly forty-degree heat."
"Besides, you are a VIP of our bank, I should..."
"Stop, stop, stop..."
Zhou Xing immediately interrupted Zhang Yan's official-sounding speech. He glanced at her with some surprise; he had originally thought that since she was brought by Lin Yusheng, she must have some connections within the bank.
Perhaps she was even a relative of Lin Yusheng's.
Hearing Zhang Yan say this, it seemed she had also started from the grassroots... Zhou Xing immediately asked, "Have you had breakfast?"
"I ate on the way here."
"Alright, then get in the car."
Zhou Xing nodded and said nothing more. He unlocked the car, opened the door, and sat in the driver's seat.
At the same time, he reminded Zhang Yan about how to get into the car.
Zhang Yan sat in the passenger seat, and after closing the door, she said to Zhou Xing, "Thank you, Mr. Zhou."
"It's nothing."
Zhou Xing started the car.
The roar of the V8 engine resounded.
Zhang Yan curiously sized up the interior of the mclaren p1, her eyebrows furrowing slightly.
It seemed a bit different from the luxury car she had imagined.
The interior was far too simple.
It didn't look at all like what a multi-million dollar luxury car should look like. Branch Manager Lin Yusheng's usual ride was a Mercedes-Benz S-Class, and its interior looked much more luxurious than this car's.
The seats were also a bit hard and not very comfortable to sit in.
"What, finding it strange that a supercar's interior isn't as luxurious as you imagined? That it looks so simple it can't even compare to a car worth a few hundred thousand?"
Zhou Xing noticed Zhang Yan's expression and couldn't help but smile. "It's not very comfortable to sit in either, right?"
"Ah?"
Hearing this, Zhang Yan quickly waved her hands. "No, no."
"It's fine if you think so."
Zhou Xing laughed. "Supercars are just like this. They look good on the outside and have high price tags, but in reality, to reduce weight and increase performance, manufacturers strip away almost everything they can. So the inside looks a bit disappointing. Whether it's comfort or interior, it can't compare to a million-dollar business car."
"So that's how it is..."
Zhang Yan smiled somewhat embarrassedly. "I didn't know that before."
"Then..."
Zhang Yan was curious again, her bright eyes fixed on Zhou Xing. "Why do guys still like supercars so much, even though the comfort is... more on the sporty side?"
"Haha... that's where you're mistaken."
Zhou Xing laughed. "Driving a supercar is cool, that's one thing. The second thing is... the air conditioning in this car isn't very good."
"The air conditioning isn't very good?"
Zhang Yan was a bit puzzled. "I think the air conditioning is fine."
"You work in a bank and see many rich people, so you should know that supercars are also a symbol of status. To put it bluntly, it's for showing off," Zhou Xing explained.
Zhou Xing explained.
Zhang Yan couldn't help but nod, deeply relating to Zhou Xing's words.
Rich people had too many ways to flaunt their status, and every one of them was beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
Zhou Xing said, "So when you're driving a very distinctive supercar, while you're acting cool, it's also to attract more girls' attention. Do you understand what I mean?"
Zhang Yan immediately realized, her small face turning slightly red.
Now that it was put this way, how could she not understand? Especially working in a bank, she had encountered countless wealthy people. Some bank tellers with outstanding looks were easily tempted by money.
During her time there, many bank girls had already chosen to resign because of this, willingly becoming someone's mistress.
"Rich people don't have an extra head compared to ordinary people; they just have more resources and more time to put on an act. In reality, they still can't escape human nature," Zhou Xing added.
Zhou Xing added a sentence.
"Pfft."
Zhang Yan was amused by Zhou Xing's words. Wasn't he including himself in that?
Immediately, she was no longer as stiff in front of Zhou Xing. "Mr. Zhou, you shouldn't say things like that. You are a rich man yourself."
"So I'm no exception. I drive a supercar for the same purpose," Zhou Xing said with a faint smile.
Zhou Xing said with a faint smile.
After hearing Zhou Xing's words, Zhang Yan also looked at him with some surprise.
She had seen many rich people, and even more hypocritical ones.
She had originally thought that someone like Zhou Xing, carrying five hundred million us dollars, must have come from an extraordinary family.
So when she faced Zhou Xing, she would feel an involuntary nervousness.
She hadn't expected that there was no gap between her and Zhou Xing. He was very interesting to talk to, and his personality was very kind and easygoing, making people feel comfortable.
He didn't have the air of a rich man at all; it was completely like chatting between ordinary friends.
In particular, Zhou Xing's words were exceptionally frank. He bought a supercar just to act cool and get girls, with no excessive pretense or high-sounding excuses for the matter.
Zhang Yan lost her initial restraint, and she gradually began to talk more.
In her heart, she was incredibly curious about Zhou Xing.
He had the vitality and humor of a young man, yet some of his words carried a maturity that didn't match his age.
Coupled with his status as a wealthy man... it made one wonder what kind of environment could produce such an outstanding young man... While the two were talking,
The mclaren had already reached its destination and parked below an office building.