And the key point is, so many people are giving this yacht to one person.
It shows Jiang Cheng's standing in this circle.
They used to think he was just a high-ranking young master, never expecting that in the eyes of these top-tier Second-generation rich he's worth such extravagant generosity.
To make Wang Congcong, He Youjun and that crowd of supremely arrogant people willingly throw money, Jiang Cheng's clout is probably even deeper than rumoured.
What he's earned for his brothers is definitely not a few million or tens of millions—maybe astronomical sums multiplied dozens of times.
Just how much did they make to treat a billion-yuan gift as a mere 'thank-you'?
By his side you're not merely a pet Girl; the benefits must far outweigh staying with an ordinary Second-generation rich kid.
The other women sharing the booth exploded in whispers, voices kept low but eyes full of shockwaves.
Someone quietly pinched her own arm to be sure she wasn't dreaming.
This wasn't a gift—it was clearly a top-tier circle membership pledge.
And Jiang Cheng was the core everyone flocked to.
They finally realised his centre-seat in this booth had never been about show.
His strength had already leapt beyond normal circles; having his brothers pool money to build a gift that eclipses the 'national richest man's' yacht—such power is unimaginable.
Honestly, when he saw the price Jiang Cheng already knew the yacht wasn't low-spec.
But after hearing the two introduce it he was still a bit surprised.
He remembered how Jack Ma's Zen caused a sensation when revealed, never expecting his own boat could surpass it in every way.
Seeing Wang Congcong get more excited, Jiang Cheng said, 'I remember your family has a few yachts too. Last time you even invited Big Secret aboard for a party.'
Wang Congcong already knew what had happened between Big Honey and Jiang Cheng.
Though he'd felt sour then, what could he do?
The other party was Jiang Cheng.
Wang Congcong hastily waved. 'I didn't know she…'
Catching Jiang Cheng's look he abruptly changed tack: 'My family's boats are mere toys; the priciest is only a hundred million. Compared to your 1.38-billion "Lancheng" they're rowboats next to an aircraft-carrier. Plus they don't even have a decent helipad.'
Then he glanced at Si Qing and Si Nian: 'Each of these sisters-in-law gets her own cabin—aren't you afraid you'll have rooms to spare?'
Hearing that, Jiang Cheng knew Wang Congcong's words carried subtext.
He was hinting that with so many women around, Jiang Cheng should bring them all aboard for fun.
If Si Nian and Si Qing weren't present…
Jiang Cheng would have blurted out: are you toxic or what?
He's a good man—how could he stage some debauched sea orgy?
If anything it would count as a family gathering.
After all, everyone's one big family… A yacht with twelve suites—if all the Girls came aboard for a month at sea it would indeed be wonderful.
Imagine them all in bikinis lounging on deck…
True sunrise and sunset, waves lapping—Si Qing and Si Nian had been no less stunned than the other Girls.
Now teased by Wang Congcong, they pressed closer to Jiang Cheng, shy yet unable to resist.
They'd always known he was formidable, but had never pictured it so vividly.
Only now, with the 1.38-billion-yuan yacht before them, did they feel the extent of his power.
Those people said pooling money was 'just for fun', yet this 'fun' cost more than most could earn in a lifetime.
And this height was reached because Jiang Cheng led them there.
The two edged nearer, hearts sweet and panicked.
Would such a dazzling man stay by their side?
The booth's silence was filled by the women's hushed breathing.
Every gaze clung to Jiang Cheng and the document—shock, envy, curiosity, awe.
His centre-seat was never surface glamour but bottomless strength.
As introductions flew, Jiang Cheng's surprise melted into warmth.
He lifted the file, tapped the cover and smiled. 'Then I'll accept without reserve. This gift—mine.'
He raised his glass. 'To you, brothers—thanks!'
'Cheers!' Glasses clinked loudly above the bar noise.
After draining it Qi Yuan laughed: 'When it's delivered, bro, throw a huge party and take us out to sea.'
Wang Zheng asked, 'What do you mean by "out to sea"?'
Chen Hao added, 'What else? Jet-skis, fishing, surfing, right?'
Qin Fen grinned at the women: 'Dude, Old Wang only takes Qi Yuan out these days, not even to sell water. Others play with high-tech dolls while you're still playing in mud.'
All the women burst into laughter.
Some bold ones called to Jiang Cheng: 'Young Master Jiang, we've never been on such a luxury yacht—if there's a chance, please take us!'
Wang Yao seized the moment: 'Young Master Jiang, don't forget us sisters when the opportunity comes—I'm great with robots too.'
The Twin Sisters had been tipped off earlier that something might happen tonight, so Lin Xi chimed in: 'Right, bring us and we'll give you big red packets anytime!'
Jiang Cheng nearly shouted: lady, are you toxic?
Did they think his system was decorative?
Red packets? As long as they weren't black-listed he'd be grateful… The two felt a strong sense of crisis amid those flirtatious stares.
Hearing words they didn't understand, Si Qing instinctively whispered, 'darling, what does "big red packet" mean?'