The highly sought-after wedding hotel.

Siram.

The seating in the Chu Xiang Hall on the second floor, which can accommodate more than ten tables, was packed full.

The tradition in Sha City is that the main wedding meal is held in the evening, but a simple "light meal" is provided at noon for relatives and close friends from both sides of the family. Other guests typically arrive for the evening banquet.

By eleven o’clock, it wasn’t yet time to eat, but the Chu Xiang Hall was already buzzing with voices.

These close friends and relatives were all discussing the same topic.

——That incredible Koenigsegg!

"Old Jiang’s son-in-law is something else; my son told me that the wedding car is a Koenigsegg. Do you know how much it costs?"

"It must be worth several million, right..."

"I saw the photos, but I’ve never seen a car like that before."

"Several million? That’s just a fraction! That car is reportedly worth over a hundred million! And there are only a few in the world!"

"Over a hundred million?! Is that for real?!!!"

"It can’t be fake! If you don’t believe it, check online! That car’s news is everywhere, even spreading beyond the region!"

"Old Wen’s son-in-law runs a barbecue shop, right?"

Hmm.

Zhang Zhongquan, a friend of the bride’s family, also came, as he was idle, jobless, and didn’t have to wait until the evening.

"Yeah, how is this possible? He sells barbecue, not drugs!"

"Even drugs don’t make money like that! What’s the concept of a car worth over a hundred million?!"

"Could it be rented?"

"Rented?! A car that’s one of only a few in the world, where would you rent it from?! Not to mention the rental fee, even if you have money, it’s simply not rentable!"

"Stop arguing; I know the inside story."

"Come on, tell us!"

"...That car isn’t actually owned by Old Wen’s son-in-law."

"Then where did it come from?"

"They say it’s owned by a friend of Old Wen’s son-in-law."

"Being able to know such an amazing friend is quite something! Old Wen is bound to rise in the world!"

The dishes weren’t served yet, but there were snacks like seeds, peanuts, and candies on the table. After questioning how Old Wen’s son-in-law could afford a barbecue shop, Zhang Zhongquan stayed out of the discussion, quietly consuming seeds while feeling a bit uncomfortable inside.

As the saying goes.

It’s not about scarcity, it’s about the imbalance.

Old Wen is marrying his daughter, organizing a car allegedly worth over a hundred million. Forget Sha City; with the internet’s rapid spread, many places are buzzing with the news, leaving his old friend wonder what to do?

Of course.

He hopes Old Wen’s daughter will be happy, but not too happy.

But the car was undeniably there; he didn’t visit the Wen Family that morning, but countless people saw it firsthand, and there’s no falsifying that.

Now the question arises.

He’s attending this wedding as a relative of the bride, but he also knows the groom.

Tie Jun, a kid from Sanjian Courtyard, went to the army after high school but didn’t achieve much and was injured, then returned to open a barbecue shop, relying on compensation to know influential people?

He truly couldn’t figure it out!

"We’re all proud here; Old Wen’s daughter is the talk of Sha City today, something unheard of before and likely never to be seen again!"

"Yeah. Ah! Wen Rong, that girl is truly blessed. When she was a child, I knew she wouldn’t face hardships just by looking at her. Unlike my naive daughter, who was scammed out of money by her boyfriend during dating."

At this table, everyone was an elder except for Zhang Zhongquan, who, at forty-something, was the youngest. Discussing Wen Family’s joyous event inevitably brought personal comparisons, leading to collective sighs and laments.

"Old Wen’s here!"

Someone shouted, and everyone turned towards the entrance, seeing Old Wen, the deputy director at Sha City Mental Health Center, walk in.

"Tut! He’s really different now. So proud and spirited, while others marrying off their daughters suffer miserably; he’s got it all, looking younger by several years!"

"Definitely. He found a great son-in-law! Forget about Koenigsegg; if I had a few million’s worth of sports car at my daughter’s wedding, I’d die without regrets!"

The bride’s family and friends were watching Old Wen, glowing with a red label on his chest and wearing a "Happy Dad" outfit, filled with envy.

"Come, come, Director Wen, sit here!"

Zhang Zhongquan got up and managed to pull Old Wen to their table.

At weddings, both sides have their roles, and as the "Happy Dad," Old Wen didn’t rush to sit, but instead thanked everyone around with clasped hands.

"Director Wen, you’re definitely the star today."

Someone at the table pretended to speak with envy.

"Haha, thank you all for coming; make sure to enjoy yourselves today."

Old Wen sat down, with a slight beer belly, a wide face with some meat, and fair skin, clearly someone who works in an office with air conditioning, not having faced much hardship.

"We’ll surely enjoy ourselves. Today, you’re marrying off your daughter, and we won’t be polite, but you don’t consider us as friends either."

"What makes you say that?"

As a professional in medicine, there’s a touch of scholarly eloquence in his speech.

"What makes me say that? You haven’t hidden enough? A car worth over a hundred million won’t be seen in Sha City ever again."

Old Wen chuckled.

Everyone has vanity, it’s human nature; a daughter’s glorious wedding naturally fills the father with pride.

But of course.

Satisfaction is one thing; arrogance is another.

Old Wen casually responded, "Actually, I don’t even know."

"You don’t know?"

"I don’t know. Tie Jun, that boy, didn’t inform me beforehand. I only found out this morning, realized the kid did this without saying a word. Ah, I didn’t mean for things to be so high-profile."