The last sentence, just listen and move on, it’s purely for show.

He hadn’t planned to be so high-profile.

His mouth was almost stretched to the back of his ears!

"I heard that’s the car of your son’s friend?"

Zhang Zhongquan seemingly asked naturally.

"Yes. That kid Tie Jun just runs a small business, buying such a car, do you think it’s possible?"

Old Wen was very straightforward, not trying to hide anything because the car didn’t belong to his son-in-law.

Surprise aside.

Face aside.

When he chose to entrust his daughter, what he originally saw was just that domestic new energy vehicle.

"Old Wen, where did your son-in-law meet such an impressive friend?"

Without Zhang Zhongquan speaking, someone naturally followed up with a question.

"It’s not about where he met him. The car’s owner is my son-in-law’s childhood friend, grew up together. He’s one of today’s groomsmen."

"Really? So young?!"

Though no one at this table witnessed the ceremony at Wen’s house, as a groomsman, he must be quite young.

"Yes. From ancient times, heroes emerge from youth..."

Old Wen nodded, feeling quite emotional.

"Does he have a girlfriend?"

Someone suddenly became interested.

Old Wen shook his head, "I’m not too sure about that."

"Are you talking about the one with the surname Jiang?"

Zhang Zhongquan asked, dumbfounded, with his mind in turmoil.

"Seems to be Jiang, do you know him?"

"Zhongquan, you wouldn’t know him, would you?"

Zhang Zhongquan looked wooden-faced, while his mind was tumultuous.

What a joke!

No.

It’s not a joke!

Could the Fang Family be telling the truth?!

"...I know, his girlfriend. She grew up together with Old Wen’s son-in-law."

Once the mind goes down a particular alley, it’s hard to turn back.

True.

Zhang Zhongquan still blamed everything on Fang Qing, thinking that the childhood friend mentioned by Old Wen was actually referring to Fang Qing.

"You mean Fang Qing, right?"

Old Wen nodded unconsciously, having seen the bridesmaid at his house accompanying his daughter, "That’s quite a match."

"Oh, so it’s the car of your son-in-law’s friend’s boyfriend."

Everyone understood, completely unaware they were led astray by Zhang Zhongquan, including Old Wen himself.

He, after all, didn’t know much either.

"Yes. You all will meet him later."

After the storm in Zhang Zhongquan’s brain, it started to whirl again.

That kid.

Doesn’t seem to be bragging...

A car worth millions is the most straightforward evidence.

No matter how much he views others with a skeptical eye, in the living face of reality, Zhang Zhongquan has to admit, that kid’s background is certainly extraordinary.

But why did that kid have to sound so boastful when at Jiang Huazi’s house?

Couldn’t he speak normally, wouldn’t he believe?

Is he playing him?

Servers gradually pushed the food carts in.

The preparation for lunch began.

The evening wedding and dinner were held in the largest banquet hall on the first floor.

"Where’s Encui? Didn’t bring her along?"

Old Wen noticed Zhang Zhongquan’s absent-mindedness.

"She’s working, she’ll come in the evening."

The lunch was simpler than the dinner but still decent. Normally, lunch wouldn’t be held at a hotel, would rather be at an outside restaurant, for cost savings. But Tie Jun didn’t mind, this gesture alone showed his sincerity and love.

"How’s the housing issue going?"

Old Wen asked, feeling the other’s muddled state was still due to worrying about the unfinished building issue.

Zhang Zhongquan’s purchase of Greenfield Phase II’s "unfinished building" was no secret among friends, he didn’t specifically blame cousin Jiang Huazi for responsibility, tried many ways, sought help from everyone possible, including Old Wen.

But Old Wen was just a deputy director, and a deputy director at the Mental Health Center, though a bit above the average person, still just a bit, couldn’t wield much power to help.

"It’s solved."

Zhang Zhongquan, absent-minded, muttered instinctively, also for the sake of face.

Previously he played the pity card to seek help.

But now it’s different.

No one likes sympathy-glances.

"Blowing smoke, are you?"

Someone interrupted, "The owners of Green Land gathered to sue Green Land in court, they lost. Nothing happened to Green Land."

"Really, why wasn’t it reported in the news?"

"Would anyone dare report? News media are tools for the wealthy. Let alone Green Land-size enterprises, who’s brave enough? Want to lose their jobs? Those owners dared to sue, it’s already commendable."

"Zhongquan, is it like this?"

Zhang Zhongquan wanted to explain, to explain his shrewdness, brilliance, his early reconciliation with Green Land, and not sinking with those owners anymore. But remembering the confidentiality agreement with Green Land, he could only feign deafness and remain silent.

"Sigh."

Old Wen sighed, regretting his misfortune, yet helpless, picking up a twenty-year Baiyunbian, pouring a drink for Zhang Zhongquan.

"At lunch, drink moderately, drink freely at dinner."

Zhang Zhongquan found this tone quite irritating.

Is he pitiful?

No.

He isn’t.

The pitiful ones are those foolish, ignorant owners.

"Just a house, whether it’s finished or not, I don’t care!"

Confidentiality agreement aside, doesn’t mean he couldn’t find another way.

"Yo, Zhongquan, your mindset is quite good?"

Someone remarked sarcastically.

They’ve known each other for decades, their personalities, family backgrounds, weight, all clear as day.

"I’m planning to buy another house, a bigger one, currently in the process. If you have good listings, feel free to recommend."

Zhang Zhongquan displayed a sudden change into a nonchalant wealth-holder, stunning everyone.

Everyone exchanged glances.

"Zhongquan, did you win the lottery?"

"Lotteries are for fools. I never buy them."

"Did you gamble?"

No one imagined positively.

Understandably.

For a man without a proper job, suddenly acting wealthy, few imaginative avenues are available.

"Gambling? Playing small cards is fine, but treating it as a livelihood leads to family disaster. I, Zhang Zhongquan, have half a lifetime and still some savings."

Mm.

Quite humble.

He attributed all success to personal effort.

Others couldn’t help but become suspicious.

Did they underestimate the guy before?

Green Land’s house unfinished, tossing tens of thousands at least, now purchasing again, another tens of thousands spent.

Isn’t that a hundred-thousand savings?

"Zhongquan, you sure keep your skills hidden."

Someone half-jokingly said.

Zhang Zhongquan smirked, as if the one begging before wasn’t him, adopting an aloof stance, instructing, "As men, always have sufficient backup for every endeavor, not merely for oneself, but for family. Buying an unfinished property, yes, unlucky, but so what? Look beyond. Just some money, can always earn it back! But if you spend all savings, it’s different, then you’re left jumping into the moat. Hence, we must act within our means, not vainly!"

Everyone was at a loss for words.

Damn.

Is this schizophrenia?

Before, when asking for help, wasn’t like this at all.

"Zhongquan’s words are sensible, one must anticipate dangers, plan ahead, prevent early. Cheers!"

A director, after all, summarized excellently.

As cups were raised, the busy groomsmen and bridesmaids who had been working all morning arrived just in time for this meal.

"Old Wen, which one is he?"

"The one in the middle."

"Truly a dragon among men. Is his surname Jiang? What’s his name?"

Old Wen glanced over, "Zhongquan, don’t you know him?"

Zhang Zhongquan quietly drank a sip of liquor, just like Old Wen, only knew the last name.

Besides.

Does the name matter?

"Can’t remember."