Chapter 11 This Luxury Must Shorten One's Life

```"What a beautiful morning!" Zhang Menglong opened his eyes, climbed out of the several-meter-long bed, and walked through the dozens of meters long hallway to the living room. Today, he was ready to complete his first task of spending 100 billion, buying a car!

In this era, most netizens were without money but knew all about cars, whereas the former Zhang Menglong had neither money nor knowledge about cars. After working for quite some time last night, he had somewhat understood some top-level luxury cars.

In the center of Jiangnan City, there was a boutique shop specializing in luxury cars. It was said that as long as you had enough money, you could even get a limited-edition sports car from 20 years ago!

"Ding-dong!" The doorbell rang outside the room, and the figure of Hong Yi appeared on a liquid crystal display at the door. "Mr. Zhang, are you up? All your service personnel are in place today. May I know what you'd like for breakfast this morning?"

"Anything light will do, perhaps just a sandwich," Zhang Menglong casually said. Actually, in school, he mostly slept until ten in the morning, got up, washed up, got dressed, and by the time he was ready, it would already be noon. Breakfast was entirely optional for him.

"By the way, I'll give you partial access to this compound's authorization later, and you can arrange those workers," Zhang Menglong said, fearing trouble the most; leaving this minor matter to Hong Yi would suffice, as he trusted she would handle it properly.

"Certainly, Mr. Zhang, I'll take care of it right away! Your breakfast will arrive within 20 minutes. You can go freshen up in the meantime," she responded.

Zhang Menglong, groggy-eyed, walked into the bathroom, but was momentarily taken aback by the full array of toiletries lined up.

All the items were labeled in foreign languages. Zhang Menglong couldn't even distinguish which was the facial cleanser, which was the toothpaste, and which was the lotion, as each type seemed to have several brands and even the packaging was very similar.

"Damn, how am I supposed to use this?" Suddenly, he was at a loss.

"Ptooey! Ptooey! Ptooey!" Zhang Menglong licked something that looked like toothpaste in a long tubular package, but it had a strange taste and even some granular stuff. "Could this be facial cleanser?" he wondered.

"Right, with Dad Ma's AI recognition, whatever it is, I should be able to find it on Taobao, right?" Zhang Menglong opened an app and casually picked up something that looked like facial cleanser and held it in front of the phone's camera.

"Beep beep!" Soon, the item in the image was identified.

"Greek Sea of Heaven moisturizing lotion, 50ml, 21499? Damn, facial cleanser is this expensive?" Zhang Menglong's hand shook. He felt too rough a man to deserve such an expensive lotion.

"Desire from Italy facial cleanser, 50ml, 19999..."

"Over twenty thousand for hand cream..."

"Over ten thousand for shaving foam, is this a robbery?"

Zhang Menglong really couldn't imagine that even things like facial cleanser and hand cream could be priced so extravagantly.

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"Finally found the toothpaste!" Zhang Menglong scanned a dozen items and finally found a tube of toothpaste.

"England's Royal Exclusivity... No genuine product on Taobao, estimated price 12,000 pounds... Nevermind..." Overwhelmed once again by the expensive toiletries, Zhang Menglong, who had just regained some mental capacity after sleeping, felt smashed.

"Is it because my Yunnan Baiyao toothpaste lacks presence, or is Zhonghua toothpaste not classy enough?" Zhang Menglong sighed, resigned to his fate. At his age, he was bearing psychological burdens he shouldn't have to, but he could only grit his teeth and persevere.

When Zhang Menglong finished washing up, breakfast had already been served on his table, and beside the table, there was a chef who did not look Huaxian.

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"Good morning, Mr. Zhang. I am one of the chefs in charge of your daily meals. You can call me Bruce," the chef said in fluent Huaxia.

"One of?" Zhang Menglong repeated the phrase.

"Of course, you have a total of 79 chefs. Each of us specializes in different cuisines. I am best at European-style breakfast desserts."

"79..." Zhang Menglong seemed to slowly begin to accept this incredibly extravagant lifestyle. He expressionlessly opened the dish in front of him, which was simple: something that looked like a sandwich and a cup of milk.

"Finally, something normal people would eat!" Zhang Menglong doubted whether living such a lavish life daily might shorten his life. He took a bite of the sandwich, and a taste of fresh lobster and crab instantly overwhelmed his palate.

It was his first time trying such a unique sandwich.

"This thing must cost over a hundred bucks, right?" Zhang Menglong took another sip of the milk, which was equally delicious.

"Mr. Zhang, this is a London Seagull Egg Roll. Even if made by the most ordinary chef, it costs 150 US dollars. When I worked in Europe, one would cost 680 dollars!"

"Pfft! Cough, cough, cough!" Zhang Menglong almost sprayed out the milk in his throat. He glanced at the milk and the dessert beside him. Judging by the price of the egg roll, this breakfast probably cost around ten thousand Huaxia currency. Most of their recent graduates couldn't earn that much in a month; he'd just spent it in a few bites.

Knowing the value of this breakfast, Zhang Menglong ate with extra care, but surely, the high cost was justified by the delightful taste and texture.

"Mr. Zhang, I have already arranged access for you to all eight buildings, except for some private areas. Most regions will have staff to clean and maintain them daily," said Hong Yi meticulously, "Do you have any plans for today? Your private plane and flight crew are ready, in case you'd like to travel anywhere in the world."

"No need, today I plan to go look at cars," Zhang Menglong said.

"Are you planning to buy a car?" Hong Yi was not surprised. Logically speaking, a man of Zhang Menglong's age with some money would be interested in sports and luxury cars. "Do you need me to arrange it? Your family owns shares in many sports car companies."

"No need. I want to check it out by myself. You don't have to find someone to accompany me," Zhang Menglong didn't want to make himself look like a spoiled rich kid, always having an assistant tagging along.

"Alright then, if you need anything, just let me know."

"I got it," Zhang Menglong said as he put on a jacket and walked out of the room.

As a natural born directionally challenged person, Zhang Menglong got lost several times, relying on a map before eventually arriving at the luxury car dealership, reportedly co-owned by a few rich second-generation individuals from Yanjing.

Whether it was Ferrari, Lamborghini, Pagani, or McLaren, if you could name a luxury car, you could see it here.

Since it was National Day, there was an influx of tourists, and they had set up a car show for seven days that attracted quite a crowd. Even if they couldn't afford to buy, just coming to see the show was worthwhile.

The dealership was very large, including an underground garage with four levels in total; each level was thousands of square meters. From the outside, the building outright dominated the neighboring 4S shops.

"Mount Akina Club?" Zhang Menglong couldn't help but laugh when he saw the sign of this luxury car dealership. These rich kids really had a sense of humor, turning a car dealership into a club. Indeed, it was a novel idea.

However, the value of making friends here probably outweighed the value of making money, for them.

"I wonder if I can find a few cars to my liking here." With high hopes, Zhang Menglong walked into the "Mount Akina Club."