1411, A New Day.
Beep beep beep … Something was ringing? Tang Yu turned over and covered his head with the blanket.
Beep beep beep … beep beep beep … The sound continued to ring patiently. The coffee stained velvet blanket on Tang Yu's head couldn't block the sound at all.
"Ah …" Tang Yu sat up abruptly and looked around blankly. Then his sleepy eyes saw the clock on the wall opposite him. It was already ten in the morning. Next to the spacious, bright, and littered bedroom, an electronic pager was beeping tirelessly.
Then he suddenly remembered something and jumped up. "Oh yeah! Take out … take out … "
Tang Yu grabbed a pair of pants from the side and put them on as he hopped toward the door with one foot. He shouted, "Coming! Coming! "
There was an impatient knock on the door. Tang Yu held his pants with one hand and opened the door with the other. He shouted, "Okay, okay!"
Click! Tang Yu opened the door. Standing in front of him was a beautiful girl about seventeen or eighteen years old. She was very short, but her breasts were so big that they almost burst through her Postmates uniform. She was holding a breakfast box in her hand and looked at him with displeasure. "Hey! Sir, I've been standing at the door for almost ten minutes! Also, please watch your clothes! "
Tang Yu then noticed that he was not wearing his pants properly. Half of his red underwear was exposed. He was instantly embarrassed. He quickly grabbed a 100 US dollar bill from the change tray at the door and gave it to her. He took the breakfast box and slammed the door shut.
He let out a sigh of relief. Only then did he realize that his pants were on the wrong side out. He quickly took off his pants and was about to put them on again when there was another violent knock on the door. He heard the girl shouting angrily outside the door, "Your total bill is 118 US dollars!! It's not enough!!! "
Tang Yu was halfway through taking off his pants. He panicked when he heard the knock on the door. He wanted to take the money from the tray with one hand and open the door with the other. The girl outside the door was also furious. She had just opened the door halfway when she suddenly pushed it open!
"Hey … hey … slow down!" In a flurry, Tang Yu suddenly lost his balance and fell to the ground with a thump. His white butt was exposed in front of the girl …
Seeing this, the delivery girl became even angrier. She roared, "If you do this again, I'll beat you up!"
"This … Keep the change …" Tang Yu fell to the ground, raised the dollar bill in his hand and said.
When the young lady saw the denomination of the note, she immediately beamed and snatched it. Waving it, she said, "Alright, for Franklin's sake, I won't trouble you."
The young girl's huge breasts and the bill swayed in front of Tang Yu, almost dazzling him. When he heard the young girl mention Franklin, he realized that he had actually handed over a hundred dollars!!
"Sigh! Wait a minute … "Tang Yu suddenly stood up, wanting to take the money back. Who knew that just as he stood up, his pants would fall down. He immediately covered his private parts in extreme embarrassment.
"No need to keep the change, you said it yourself! Also, your body is not bad! "The young girl waved the bill and skipped away.
"Phew … Alright … I spent a hundred dollars to watch a surging tide …" Tang Yu muttered to himself as he opened the breakfast box. There was hand-ground coffee, small steak, bacon, cuttlefish, and so on. There was a variety of food inside, and the portion was enough for at least two or three people. Even though it was a takeaway, it was very exquisite. From the packaging, it was actually a takeaway from a Michelin-starred restaurant!
Only then did Tang Yu feel hungry. He wolfed down all the food. The way he ate was completely unworthy of the exquisite food.
After eating, Tang Yu went to the sink and looked at his appearance through the mirror. He had a typical Chinese face. He wasn't tall, about 172cm, but he maintained his figure very well. The eight-pack under the waistline was clearly visible. Although he had just eaten the amount of food for two or three people, his lower abdomen didn't bulge at all.
Tang Yu touched the stubble on his chin, picked up a razor, and began to tidy up his appearance.
Ten minutes later, Tang Yu wore a well-ironed suit. He came to the living room in front of the dressing mirror and tidied himself up. Then, he glanced around the house. This was a luxurious house of more than 200 square meters. The furniture and electrical appliances inside were all the best products. But now, the house was completely messy. Packaging and other things were thrown everywhere.
With a wry smile, he picked up his mobile phone and dialed the housekeeping service. When he came to the door, he opened a small compartment on the shoe cabinet while putting on his shoes. There were five or six car keys in it. He chose the most suitable one and went out.
Vroom ~ ~ ~ ~ The engine sounded, and the latest Chevrolet Corvette C7 sports car drove out of the garage. Tang Yu looked around the quiet residential area, put on his sunglasses, and slammed the accelerator of the sports car to the bottom. The powerful engine roared and drove the car quickly along the streets of Long Island, New York into the city.
The car soon drove under a tall and luxurious office building. Tang Yu got out of the car, threw the key to the attendant, and walked toward the elevator.
"You're here, Mr. Tang." The receptionist quickly stood up and bowed to Tang Yu. "Miss Peacock is waiting for you in the meeting room on the 59th floor."
Tang Yu took off his sunglasses and said, "I remember I said I would come at 1 p.m. today."
The receptionist looked at the memo and said, "Miss Peacock said it's about the New York auto show tomorrow, but she also stressed that you shouldn't be rushed."
"Okay, I understand. Thank you." Tang Yu smiled and nodded. Under the receptionist's admiring gaze, he turned and walked toward the elevator.
As he was walking, a sexy and beautiful woman in a low-cut dress came up to him with a microphone and said, "Hello, Mr. Tang Yu. I'm a reporter from the New York Times. My name is Wen Lisha. Can I talk to you?"
Tang Yu smiled politely and was about to press the elevator button when he said, "Sorry, it's not time for media interviews."
"No, no, I just want to ask you a question. The driverless concept car you designed is about to appear at the New York auto show. There are rumors that the Volkswagen Group wants to attack you after the auto show and invite you to be the design director of their Lamborghini. What do you think of this rumor?" Wen Lisha quickly stood in front of Tang Yu and the elevator. Her plump breasts rubbed against Tang Yu's arm intentionally or unintentionally.
"Rumors are rumors. I don't think I need to respond to every rumor, right?" Tang Yu nodded and dodged Wen Lisha's body without a trace. He pressed the elevator button and walked in.
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