He deliberately chose the rightmost slow lane and proceeded at a steady speed.

Soon, his car became the coolest one on the whole street.

The surrounding vehicles consciously kept a safe distance from him.

Some even stuck their phones out of the car window and started snapping photos of Zhou Yang's car.

Seeing that everything around him was now empty, and everyone was so sensible, Zhou Yang couldn't help but feel a strange sense of amusement.

This feels just like a scene from a movie!

Unexpectedly, one day he became the focus of attention!

Zhou Yang felt a surge of joy, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly.

Scenes I used to only see in movies have now actually happened to me!

As the roar of the engine gradually subsided, Zhou Yang smoothly parked the Pagani in the community's free parking area.

Most of the security guards have probably gone off to eat lunch by now; the guard post is completely empty.

After locking the car door, Zhou Yang carried a pile of free gifts and walked briskly home.

As soon as I got downstairs, I smelled the aroma of food.

The landlady, Aunt Liu, was sitting on a small stool, eating her food while holding a large bowl.

"Aunt Liu, are you eating?"

Zhou Yang was in a good mood and greeted him with a smile.

Aunt Liu glanced up at him and asked, her words muffled, "Xiao Zhou, have you eaten?"

"I've already eaten."

Zhou Yang responded casually.

Aunt Liu said "Oh," without asking what he had bought, and continued eating.

Zhou Yang smiled, returned to his rented room, plopped down on the sofa, and pulled out the gleaming gold Pagani Huayra BC model from his pocket.

This little thing is quite heavy; it's fifty grams of pure gold!

Holding it in my hand and playing with it, it's really solid and beautiful.

Zhou Yang happily played with the appliances for a while before putting the rest away.

He simply placed the model on his bedside table so he could continue playing with it before bed.

He took out his phone, scrolled through his income and expenses for the week, and grinned from ear to ear.

He made a net profit of 118,950 yuan in seven days by selling instant noodles this week, after deducting costs!

Looking at the number in my Yu'ebao account on my phone, it stopped at 120,380.

The extra few hundred was his savings from selling bubble tea...

"System, thank you so much!"

This immense wealth has finally come his way!

Zhou Yang opened the memo app with satisfaction and began editing eighty ultimate ways to eat instant noodles for Wang Miao.

His fingers flew across the screen, and delicious combinations came to life on the page.

Just as he was busy, a loud "thump thump thump" sound suddenly came from above.

It looks like someone is running on the ceiling, or maybe they're playing ball!

Zhou Yang: "..."

It's started again.

Aunt Liu's grandson, Liu Dayang, is a spoiled brat who never stops causing trouble!

Zhou Yang frowned and held back, waiting for a minute, two minutes...

The sound didn't stop; instead, it intensified, becoming even more frequent, with "thump thump thump thump" sounds even more frequent than drumbeats!

"I'll tolerate your damn foolishness!"

Zhou Yang finally snapped. He jumped up from the sofa and rushed out of the house, heading upstairs aggressively.

"Thump thump thump! Thump thump thump!"

The sound was like a demonic chant piercing Zhou Yang's brain, constantly stimulating his nerves.

He pounded on Aunt Liu's door.

"Who is it! It's so late at night, can't a person have some peace and quiet?!"

Aunt Liu's impatient voice came from behind the door.

The door creaked open, and Aunt Liu's wrinkled face appeared before Zhou Yang.

"Zhou Yang, why are you knocking?"

"Aunt Liu, could you please have your grandson keep his voice down? It's so late, can't a person get some rest?!"

Zhou Yang tried his best to suppress his anger, but his tone still couldn't help but be a little impulsive.

Aunt Liu was immediately displeased upon hearing this.

She glared at him and shouted in a shrill voice, "What's wrong with my grandson? He's practicing for his performance! He's going to perform on stage for Children's Day in a few days!"

"His teacher assigned him the task because he values ​​him, is that any of your business?"

What?

It's just a performance; you can get on just by paying money. Why worry about whether the teacher values ​​it or not!

Zhou Yang felt an inexplicable anger rush to his head.

He suppressed his anger and tried to remain calm, saying, "Aunt Liu, shouldn't we be mindful of the time and place when we train?"

"It's so late at night, the whole building can hear it! Besides, isn't there a basketball court downstairs? It's spacious and open, it's a great place to practice!"

"Oh my, why are you making such a fuss, young man?" Aunt Liu said, hands on her hips, looking completely unreasonable. "My grandson can practice wherever he wants!"

"You think you can control everything, but what about other people's bodily functions? If you don't want to live here, then move out! Nobody's stopping you!"

Just then, a child's voice came from inside the house: "Grandma! Come and fetch the ball for me!"

Aunt Liu immediately put on a kind smile and called into the house, "Hey! Coming, coming! Grandma's coming to keep you company!"

Then, she turned her head and gave Zhou Yang a cold snort.

"If you don't want to listen, then plug your ears! Nobody's begging you to listen!"

After saying that, Aunt Liu slammed the door shut without any politeness, leaving Zhou Yang standing there bewildered.

Zhou Yang stood there, feeling a tightness in his chest.

Aunt Liu's son and daughter-in-law both work in other cities, leaving only an elderly woman and a young child in the family.

Arguing with an old lady who acts like she's superior because of her age, or a spoiled brat, is pointless!

He shook his head helplessly and turned back to his room.

"If I can't afford to offend them, can't I at least avoid them?"

Zhou Yang muttered helplessly and sat back down on the sofa.

Once Wang Miaoqian arrives, he must move away from this awful place as soon as possible!

This Liu family is his nightmare!

He took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and continued to bury himself in writing the instant noodle recipe.

My fingers flew across the screen, more than twice as fast as before.

He wanted to vent all his anger on these eighty ways to eat instant noodles!

Finally, thanks to Zhou Yang's diligent writing, eighty ways to eat instant noodles were freshly created.

He breathed a sigh of relief and sent the document to Wang Miao.

The other party quickly responded with an "OK" gesture.

...

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, inside a luxury villa.

Wang Miao was sprawled out on the tatami mat, scrolling through the latest food videos.

Suddenly, a message from Zhou Yang popped up on my phone screen.

She sprang up from the tatami mat with a somersault, letting out an excited shriek: "Eighty instant noodle recipes! I finally got them!"

She eagerly opened the document, her eyes wide, and quickly browsed through it.

"My God! What kind of divine way of eating is this?! Is it even possible to do it like this?!"

Wang Miao exclaimed repeatedly, her mouth practically watering.

She couldn't care less about anything else and rushed into the kitchen, ready to show off her skills.