Chapter 7 The Mansion

Emily held the bag and turned it in the direction of Yang Cheng, so that he could see clearly, she introduced with a wink, "This is our new color matching bag, which is very suitable for young women to wear, and the price is 10,000 yuan. At $3,000, this is the only one left in the store.”

Yang Cheng blinked at Emily, saying that she had received her prompt, and thought, "This girl is quite interesting, are you afraid that I will spend too much?"

After thinking about my mother for a while, they came down without being pretentious. Although he hasn't picked this English rose in a real sense, he should pay the debt for his predecessor, "OK, wrap it up."

In Meghan's expectant gaze, the card was checked out, and the bag was re-sealed in a delicate box.

"Megan, I'll have something else to do in a while, so I won't send you off. Take a taxi and go by yourself." Yang Cheng stopped Megan's swaying waist and bowed his head.

Megan was immersed in the joy of receiving the fruit, and didn't hear Yang Cheng's words clearly, "What? I'm sorry dear, I didn't hear it clearly."

Yang Cheng smiled and shook his head, and repeated without much care, "I said that there is still something to do in a while, so you can go first."

Hearing this, Megan's face turned from sunny to dark in an instant, but she asked gently, "What's the matter? My dear, what's the matter? Can I go with me? Don't worry, I can stay in peace and quiet. , won't bother you."

"I want to eat with my family, do you want to join me too?" Yang Cheng raised his eyebrows and said impatiently.

Meghan also realized that she was a little impatient, and hurriedly hugged Yang Cheng's arm, rubbing a ball of tender meat, "Oh, then I'll go first, can I leave your phone number?"

The two exchanged contact information, sent Meghan to a taxi, and Yang Cheng returned to his sports car.

She didn't know that Megan looked at his back full of resentment, and threw the box to one side, obviously a bag could not satisfy her appetite.

Yang Cheng was naturally unaware of all this. He closed the door, took out his mobile phone, and called Allen again to ask him how his analysis was going.

The plan to short crude oil this time is an opportunity that he values ​​very much, but he has no bottom in his heart, and he seems to worry about gains and losses.

Putting half of his body on the car frame, his chin resting on his arm, he watched the cars come and go with empty eyes, the soft spring breeze swept through the ends of his hair with a warm breath, and the afternoon sun was a bit dazzling, Yang Cheng couldn't help but narrow his eyes. .

On the opposite side of the street, a couple led their doll-like daughter on the street. A clown actor walked up to them with funny steps. From time to time, she made a small toy and sent it to the child, making the little girl giggle. Shooting down obliquely, a colorful halo enveloped the family of three, as warm as a movie picture.

"Hey, man, don't worry, I'm... in the process of analyzing and calculating..." Allen's voice came from the receiver, which broke Yang Cheng's mood.

The voice is a little vague, and you can guess what the other party is doing with your toes, "Damn, Ellen, were you a hamburger in your last life?"

"Wow, it's not impossible, it's alright, don't disturb me, I'll call you when I'm done..." After that, he hung up the phone.

Yang Cheng chuckled silently, threw the phone to the co-pilot, and then turned around, the family of three had already left, and the dedicated clown aimed at the next target, selling the goods in his hand.

After a while, Yang Sen and Liu Yun walked out hand in hand, sat on Yang Sen's Bentley Mulsanne, and made a gesture to Yang Cheng to follow.

The two cars drove in tandem along Fifth Avenue toward the apartment on the west side of Central Park.

In a TV series, New York was described in this way, "If you hate someone, send him to New York; if you love someone, send her to New York."

Is it contradictory? But New York is the intersection of heaven and hell; a gold mine of opportunity and risk; a marketplace of bustling and ugly; a stage where fashion and tradition collide.

It has been half a day since she was reborn, and Yang Cheng gradually gained a subjective sense of familiarity with the city, how to live as a rich person, the unique rhythm of Manhattan life, and the daydreams she once had. Now that they have come true, why is there an inexplicable emptiness in my heart?

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The Yang family's apartment is located on the top floor of a 48-story building on the west side of Central Park. It occupies the 47th and 48th floors and is a super duplex mansion with an area of ​​up to 1,700 square meters. This property used to belong to the owner of a real estate developer in New York. The crisis went bankrupt, and in order to repay the debt, it was sold to Janssen at a low price to cash out.

Later, through Liu Yun, Yang Sen invited the design director of LV at the time to personally design it. After 4 and a half years, he renovated and renovated a super modern mansion. The interior is equipped with a water wall as high as 8 meters, a reflective pool, a spa, a game hall, audio and video. Room, wine cellar and other functional facilities.

Yang Cheng walked on the ground made of a large number of black and white marbles, and the sound of gurgling water came into his ears.

"Jason, you haven't been back for a long time?" Yang Cheng just sent his parents upstairs to change clothes, and was going to visit this crystal palace-like mansion secretly. The old housekeeper John came over with a surprise.

Yang Cheng touched his nose, making sure he didn't do anything shameful just now, and returned to his indifferent look, "Yes, old John, it's been a long time, how are you?"

Old John is also from the UK and is much older than White. He is over 60 this year. He has served the Yang family for more than 10 years. He is conscientious and has never made a single mistake.

Hug Yang Cheng affectionately, after all, Yang Cheng is the one who grew up with him, like his own grandson, eh. . . How does this sound like a curse.

Knocking on his shoulder, he said loudly, "Very good, looking at my body, it won't be a problem to work for another 20 years."

"That's great, you know, we won't be willing to let you retire." Yang Cheng said emotionally.

"No problem, hopefully my next 10-year contract will be offered by you."

Old John's words made Yang Cheng hesitate for a few seconds, and then he understood the deep meaning of the words. He hoped that he could regain his strength, inherit the family business, become the next generation head of the Yang family, and provide him with the next generation as the boss. a contract.

His heart was slightly moved, he took Old John's hand and shook it firmly, with a promise, "Deal!"

After chatting with Old John for a while, I let him go to work. Managing such a large house requires a lot of work. From time to time, I have to share the tasks arranged by Yang Sen. It is not easy to get an annual salary of tens of millions of dollars.

Yang Cheng was no longer in the mood to visit the mansion. Anyway, he would live here in the future, and when he had time, he would sway toward the living room with his hands behind his back and the Lion King patrolling his territory.

There are huge oil paintings hanging on the corridor leading to the living room. It is very valuable at first glance. However, neither the original Yang Cheng nor the current Yang Cheng have any artistic talent, so I really can't appreciate it. Compared with oil paintings, Yang Cheng prefers Z. National landscape painting, many artistic conceptions of birds and flowers.

The sound of "tap and tap" sounded, my mother changed her clothes and went downstairs first, tied a ponytail and walked down the stairs to meet Yang Cheng, "Come upstairs and change clothes, your dad is waiting for you in the study, I'll cook dinner ."

Yang Cheng nodded again and again. If Yang Sen didn't look for him, he had to take the initiative to talk to his father. Without his help, his next plan would not work at all.

"Okay, mom, do it slowly. I've eaten at noon, so I'm not too hungry."

Liu Yun didn't know if she heard it or not, she waved her hand, "I know."

The entire second floor is a private space for the three members of the Yang family. With the study as the center, it separates Yang Cheng and his parents' bedrooms. They all run east-west, and the facilities are exactly the same, except that Yang Cheng's room faces north. facing south.

He glanced at the study room and didn't go in, but first went back to his room and changed his clothes before returning to the study room.

Knocking on the door, I heard Yang Sen's heavy voice like an announcer, and pushed the door in.

"Dad, are you looking for me?"

After entering, look left and right, and found that the decoration of the study is more cultural, not like the luxurious atmosphere outside, but more bookish.

The bookshelves that reach the ceiling on both sides are slowly stuffed with various collections of books. It is not difficult to find traces of flipping through them. It seems that Yang Sen often spends time here.

Yang Sen was facing Yang Cheng, standing in front of the desk looking at something. Hearing Yang Cheng's voice, he didn't turn his head and said, "Oh, here it is? You sit first, wait for me a moment, there is Louis XIII on the table. , I let John just take it back."

The side in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the study room is covered with a thick white woolen blanket. On the blanket are two black Eames lounge chairs. Don't underestimate this chair. As a classic masterpiece of the Swiss furniture brand VITRA, it is rated as home furnishing. BMW, Porsche, Steve Jobs and Bill Gates in the world are its loyal fans.

The two chairs in Yangsen's study are specially customized, worth nearly 10,000 US dollars, even if they are ordinary mass-produced models, they will cost around 1,000 US dollars.

Yang Cheng came to the window and had a panoramic view of the sunset over the Hudson River in the distance. Standing here overlooking all sentient beings, it really made people's mood sublime.

"Compared to Hennessy xo, I prefer the rich and long aftertaste of Louis XIII." Yang Sen came over, took a crystal wine bottle and poured a glass for Yang orange, carefully corked the cork, and put it aside, and let the French bust The crystal glass bottle handcrafted by Kara () glass factory is a rare work of art.

Yang Cheng shrugged, although he wanted to ask at this moment, you have a wife who is an executive of the lvmh group, and most of the foreign wines in the wine cellar are Hennessy xo, but you secretly drink Louis XIII. .

Louis XIII, to put it bluntly, is Remy Martin with an aging period of more than 50 years. In addition to as many as 250 kinds of fragrances, the aftertaste of Louis XIII is only 15-20 minutes compared to ordinary brandy, and the aftertaste of Louis XIII lingers for up to an hour.

What Louis XIII represents is the incomparable luxury, because it represents the accumulation of essence, the accumulation of time, and the infinite pursuit of quality.

As a result, Louis XIII has both delicate and elegant performance and more domineering king-like attraction, which has become the pursuit of countless successful people.

Although Yang Cheng didn't understand wine, his predecessor had been fascinated by his ears and eyes since he was a child, and he drank a lot. He shook the tulip cup and let the amber liquid rippling in the cup. He took a sip, and narrowed his eyes subconsciously. Bursting in his mouth, he couldn't help showing his father a thumbs up, feeling the aftertaste in his mouth, and comparing the taste in his memory, he wondered, "This wine is a bit different..."

Yang Sen sat down with a big laugh, put his legs on the pedals, and said proudly, "This is an old wine. The money for these two bottles is enough for me to buy a case of 90-year-old Romanee Conti."