boyutpedia Chapter 70 will most likely still be about people with the same name.
Chapter 70 will most likely still be about people with the same name.
"No need to take a taxi."
As Chen Zhiyuan spoke, he continued walking toward the parking lot not far away without stopping, taking out his car keys from his pocket and pressing a button.
"Beep—Beep!"
Not far away, a black Grand Cherokee with sharp lines and a gleaming paint flashed its headlights twice, reflecting a low-key yet luxurious luster in the sunlight.
This……
Xiang Wanyu and Wang Xia both froze on the spot, looking at each other for several seconds without being able to react.
Their gazes darted back and forth between the impressive SUV and the sunny junior in front of them, their faces filled with disbelief.
Immediately, Xiang Wanyu's eyes lit up with surprise. She quickened her pace to catch up with Chen Zhiyuan, her voice filled with barely suppressed excitement and curiosity: "Chen Zhiyuan, this...this is your car!"
"Yes, it's mine."
Chen Zhiyuan nodded, his tone as casual as if he were saying, "This is my backpack." He opened the driver's side door, turned to the side, and invited, "We're going the same way, want to come along?"
"Yes! Of course I want it!" Xiang Wanyu nodded vigorously almost without thinking.
A series of "hmm" sounds came out of her mouth, and the smile on her face was so bright that it seemed to dispel all the gloom. Her mood seemed to be soaring with this sudden surprise.
She opened the passenger door and gracefully sat inside, her beautiful eyes curiously surveying the interior: leather seats, wood trim, an intricate dashboard, spacious interior... Even though she didn't know much about cars, she instinctively sensed the car's extraordinary nature.
"Chen Zhiyuan, I can't believe this is your car... This car doesn't look cheap, it looks very high-end." She touched the smooth seats, her tone filled with amazement.
Chen Zhiyuan got into the driver's seat, fastened his seatbelt, and smiled faintly at the words. He said in a tone that sounded casual but was actually quite "Versailles-like," "It's alright, not too expensive. It cost a little over 300,000 to get everything done."
Three to three hundred thousand!
What was the concept of 300,000 in 1999?
For Xiang Wanyu, who comes from an ordinary working-class family, this is an astronomical figure!
Her beautiful eyes widened instantly, and her gaze towards Chen Zhiyuan held not only surprise but also undisguised admiration: "My God... Chen Zhiyuan, you're so... so rich!"
Being gazed at with such adoration by a campus beauty like Chen Zhiyuan filled him with a sense of comfort, a feeling of satisfaction from being recognized and admired.
He laughed heartily and did not deny it.
At this moment, Wang Xia, who was already sitting in the back row, also recovered from her shock. She couldn't help but lean forward and ask with curiosity and envy, "Chen Zhiyuan, how...how do you have so much money?"
Her gaze also held obvious amazement and curiosity.
Feeling that admiring and curious gaze from the opposite sex again, Chen Zhiyuan felt even more comfortable.
His vanity was greatly satisfied, and he was in a very good mood, so he didn't bother to hide it and revealed the answer directly:
"I made money from writing books. You probably know a little about how well 'Those Things About the Ming Dynasty' sold."
"You earned that from writing books?!" Xiang Wanyu's beautiful eyes widened instantly, her pupils seeming to sparkle with starlight. She covered her mouth, her voice trembling slightly with excitement:
"Chen Zhiyuan, you...you really are the author of that book?! I...I really can't believe it!"
This guess had just been swirling in her mind, but after Wang Xia questioned it, she felt that the possibility was too small.
Hearing Chen Zhiyuan admit it himself at this moment was still incredibly impactful.
Wang Xia's reaction was more direct. She looked Chen Zhiyuan up and down, her face full of doubt: "Chen Zhiyuan, you're only a freshman! How can you write such a great book?"
I...I still don't quite believe it. You're probably just joking with us because you share the same name as that author, right?
After all, a freshman becoming a bestselling author sounds more incredible than winning the lottery.
Chen Zhiyuan simply smiled and offered no further explanation.
Sometimes, saying too much about something sounds like making excuses; it's better to let the facts speak for themselves.
He skillfully started the engine, and the car smoothly and quietly glided out of the parking space, heading towards Jiefang Road.
Inside the car, Xiang Wanyu would occasionally glance at Chen Zhiyuan, who was focused on driving.
Sunlight streamed through the car window, illuminating his sharply defined profile and making him appear exceptionally handsome.
She harbored a subtle hope: if he really was the author of that book, how wonderful that would be... talented, handsome, sunny, and so young and promising.
But Wang Xia's suspicions were not without reason. He was only eighteen years old and had just finished the college entrance examination. How could he possibly have such a profound historical background and skillful writing?
Well, it's probably just someone with the same name... Chen Zhiyuan was probably just joking.
But... he really has a lot of money, enough to buy a car worth over 300,000... Xiang Wanyu's thoughts were in turmoil.
As the school beauty, she had many suitors, including some from wealthy families, and she had seen them showering her with attention, but she had never truly fallen for them.
Today, facing Chen Zhiyuan's car worth over 300,000 yuan, she shouldn't have been so "surprised," but even she couldn't explain why, she felt a strange, ever-growing surprise and joy, as if she had discovered some incredible secret treasure.
The atmosphere was relaxed and lively throughout the journey.
Instead of dwelling on the authenticity of the author's identity, the three chatted about their university experiences, their respective majors, and their impressions of Jiangzhou. The topics were broad and casual.
Chen Zhiyuan was eloquent and insightful, often able to pick up on topics and expand on them, making Xiang Wanyu and Wang Xia feel that chatting with him was very pleasant.
The 30-40 minute drive seemed to fly by. Chen Zhiyuan had already spotted his destination—the Xinhua Bookstore on Jiefang Road.
It was an imposing building, with the four gilded characters "Xinhua Bookstore" shining brightly in the sunlight, making it particularly eye-catching.
A number of people had already gathered in the open space in front of the bookstore, chatting in twos and threes, some craning their necks to look forward, others flipping through books. It was clear that most of them had come for today's event.
Chen Zhiyuan glanced around and saw Zhou Shutang looking around at the door.
He slowed down and found an empty space on the side of the road to park the car.
"We've arrived. You two go about your business. I have something to do." Chen Zhiyuan unbuckled his seatbelt, said to the two people in the back seat, and then got out of the car.
Xiang Wanyu and Wang Xia quickly got out of the car. Xiang Wanyu waved, "Thank you, Chen Zhiyuan!"
"You're welcome." Chen Zhiyuan smiled back and then turned and walked quickly toward Zhou Shutang.
"Sister Zhou, you're here so early." He approached with a smile on his face.
Hearing the voice, Zhou Shutang turned around, her eyes lighting up immediately. She greeted him with a beaming smile: "I just arrived a little while ago. Come on, I'll take you inside. President Wu and the others are already preparing inside."