74: Chapter 74 Does your car window tint prevent peeping?

"Brother Qi, I've actually always wanted to open a flower shop or a coffee shop."

Sun Yiyao leaned against Zhang Qi's shoulder, her tone carrying a hint of cautious probing.

"Or... combine the two and start a flower coffee shop."

As she said this, she stole a glance upward at Zhang Qi, terrified he might think she was being unrealistic.

Zhang Qi heard this and almost laughed out loud.

A flower coffee shop.

This thing is practically the quintessential entrepreneurial trap for young women today.

Those exquisite decor photos on Little Red Book, Instagram-style staged shots, paired with chicken soup slogans like "Do what you love."

It looks lovely, but in reality, ninety-something out of every hundred go bust.

Rent, labor, wastage, customer acquisition costs—one quick calculation and you know it's simply not profitable.

But Zhang Qi didn't say any of this.

What he cared about right now wasn't whether it would lose money.

What he cared about was—if he used his own money to invest in a storefront, would the money spent when signing the contract count as "spending on himself"?

Could it trigger the system's double cashback?

If it could, that would be awesome.

The money invested would come back doubled, and he'd get a physical store for free.

Even if the store eventually lost money, that little loss compared to the cashback wouldn't even be a drop in the bucket.

Even if it didn't trigger the cashback, this small investment would be earned back by buying a couple of properties later.

No matter how you calculate it, he wouldn't lose.

"Sure."

Zhang Qi's tone was casual, as relaxed as agreeing to treat someone to a meal.

"I'll find you a storefront in a bit, and you can just start it up."

Sun Yiyao was completely stunned.

She had expected Zhang Qi to hesitate, or at least ask if she had any experience or had made any plans.

But in the end, it was just one word—"Sure"—and he didn't even take two seconds to think.

To invest in opening a decent shop in Shenzhen, including renovation, rent, and initial capital, would cost at least hundreds of thousands, if not over a million.

Zhang Qi agreed without even asking.

"Thank you, Brother Qi!"

Sun Yiyao's voice trembled, and her eyes felt a bit sore.

At this moment, she truly felt like Cinderella in a fairy tale.

Although this "prince" named Zhang Qi had more than one "princess" by his side.

But Sun Yiyao didn't care.

Or rather, she had already figured it out.

Zhang Qi had given her a house, given her pocket money, and now he was going to invest in a shop for her.

These were things she never dared to dream of before.

If she still wasn't satisfied, that would just be being unreasonable.

The elevator arrived at the basement level.

The two walked out, Sun Yiyao clinging to Zhang Qi the whole time, unable to suppress the smile on her face.

When they reached the car, she opened the passenger door of the Porsche and sat inside.

Her skirt slid up slightly, revealing a stretch of fair thigh.

She reached out to tug at the hem of her skirt and stole another glance at Zhang Qi.

Zhang Qi started the engine, his hand naturally resting on that delicate, soft skin.

The flat-six engine emitted a low roar, and the sports car slowly drove out of the underground garage, merging into the afternoon traffic of Shenzhen.

While waiting at a red light, Zhang Qi took out his phone and flipped to a name in his contacts.

Agent Liu Wei.

He was the agent who had introduced him to the Yinhu Residence property last time.

Last time, because the seller was Manager Chen Danni and the two were old acquaintances, it was a private transaction; Agent Liu Wei didn't get a commission, only receiving a one-thousand-yuan red envelope from Manager Chen Danni.

Although Zhang Qi hadn't let him make any money that time, Agent Liu Wei's professional ability was truly impeccable. He found properties quickly and handled things efficiently.

Zhang Qi dialed the number.

The phone rang once before being answered.

"Brother Zhang!" Agent Liu Wei's voice was filled with obvious enthusiasm. "What are your instructions?"

Although the one-thousand-yuan red envelope last time wasn't much, Agent Liu Wei was a smart man.

He knew that a client of Zhang Qi's level, as long as he maintained the relationship well, would yield endless returns later.

"Help me find a storefront." Zhang Qi held the steering wheel with one hand, his tone concise.

"The location needs to be good, preferably a prime storefront facing the street, with a higher consumption level in the surrounding area."

The other end of the line was silent for two seconds.

Agent Liu Wei's brain was working at high speed.

"Brother Qi, please hold on for a moment, I'll check the rental storefront information in the system."

The keyboard clattered for about ten seconds.

"Got it! On the commercial street south of the Ping An Finance Centre in Futian District, there's a street-facing storefront of over a hundred square meters that was just listed. The location is excellent, surrounded entirely by first-tier luxury brand stores."

"How much is the rent?"

"Monthly rent is 120,000. But that area is worth the price; the foot traffic is high, and the spending power is strong."

"Alright, send me the location, I'll go take a look."

"Okay, Brother Qi, I'll send it to you right away!"

Zhang Qi hung up, and a few seconds later, his phone vibrated; Agent Liu Wei had sent the location.

He glanced at the navigation, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.

Ping An Finance Centre.

That's quite the coincidence.

Last night, he had just gotten Manager Chen Danni drunk at the restaurant on the top floor of that building, then brought her back to Yinhu Residence.

Now he was going to that same area to find a storefront for Sun Yiyao.

Zhang Qi turned on the navigation and drove toward Futian, following the route.

Sun Yiyao, in the passenger seat, hadn't spoken a word, listening quietly.

She knew Zhang Qi was helping her contact a storefront, but she hadn't expected such high efficiency.

One phone call, a matter of minutes, and the storefront was found.

In the world of the wealthy, even the pace of getting things done is different from ordinary people.

About twenty minutes later.

The porsche 911 turned into the core commercial street of Futian District.

Sun Yiyao looked out through the car window and instantly widened her eyes.

She had been to this street before.

Back when she was working at the hotel, she would occasionally come here to browse, purely to feast her eyes.

Both sides were lined with flagship stores of international first-tier brands.

Hermès, LV, Gucci, Dior...

The signs were bigger than the last, and the facades were more impressive than the next.

The cars parked on the side of the street were even more extravagant.

Maybach, Rolls-Royce, Lamborghini, Ferrari.

Zhang Qi's porsche 911, parked here, actually seemed somewhat "ordinary."

Sun Yiyao's heart began to race.

Zhang Qi was going to open a shop for her here?

The monthly rent for any storefront here would be enough to cover a whole year of her previous work.

She turned her head to look at Zhang Qi, her gaze complex.

"Brother Qi... won't the rent here be too expensive?"

Her voice carried obvious unease.

It wasn't affectation; it was genuine trepidation.

She felt she didn't deserve this kind of investment.

Zhang Qi rested one hand on the steering wheel without turning his head.

"Whether it's expensive or not, you don't need to worry about it."

"You just focus on getting the shop open; I'll handle the rest."

These words were spoken lightly, but they landed with immense weight in Sun Yiyao's heart.

She lowered her head, staring at her hands folded on her knees, her fingertips twisting together unconsciously.

She wasn't the type to be ungrateful.

Zhang Qi was treating her so well; what could she offer in return?

She had no background, no connections, no education, and certainly no money.

The only thing she possessed was herself.

Sun Yiyao raised her head and swept her gaze outside the car window.

People were coming and going on both sides of the street, but the Porsche's window tint was very dark, making it impossible to see inside from the outside.

She looked down at the space inside the car again.

The 911's cockpit was very narrow, the distance between the two of them almost zero.

The cold air blowing from the AC, wrapped in that clean, masculine scent on Zhang Qi, filled the entire cramped space.

Sun Yiyao's face began to burn.

"Brother Qi." She spoke suddenly, her voice a notch lower than before.

"Hmm?"

"Is your window tint... privacy-proof?"

Zhang Qi's fingers paused on the steering wheel.

He turned his head and looked at Sun Yiyao.

The woman was looking down, her two hands nervously twisting the fabric of her skirt on her knees.

The roots of her ears were already bright red.

Zhang Qi understood everything.

"It is privacy-proof." He answered very decisively.

Sun Yiyao took a deep breath.

"Brother Qi... let's look at the storefront later."

Her voice was as thin as a mosquito's hum.

"I want..."

The second half of the sentence didn't come out.

She lowered her head, reached her hands behind her head, slowly gathered the long hair scattered on her shoulders, and secured it with a hair tie.

Then she raised her eyes, her face, exquisite to the extreme, filled with shyness and determination.

Watching her in this state, the fire in Zhang Qi's heart flared up instantly.

The brilliance of this woman lay in the fact that, even though she was the one taking the initiative, she managed to act as if she were incredibly shy.

That contradictory, "refusing while welcoming" allure was more lethal than any words or actions.

"Right here?" Zhang Qi raised an eyebrow.

Sun Yiyao bit her lower lip, her face flushed so red it was as if it were dripping blood.

She didn't speak, just nodded.