The Godly Rich System is looking for a replacement, and I've become a weapon!

As soon as he got on the bus, Zhang Yifang called Song Zuer.

"Hey, are you done with your work?"

Song Zuer's voice came through.

There were too many little incidents tonight, so Zhang Yifang chose to get straight to the point.

"When you're done, where are you? Send me your location."

There was no reply, only a WeChat notification sound.

"I'll be there in fifteen minutes."

Zhang Yifang hung up the phone after he finished speaking.

Tonight should have been a natural progression: a light meal, a few drinks, some casual conversation, and a nap.

The result is so awkward!

……

Raffles Hotel.

Zhang Yifang knocked on the door of a panoramic suite. Song Zuer, who opened the door, was fully armed with a mask and sunglasses.

He was stunned for a moment, then the little girl pulled him into the room.

She only took off her equipment after entering the room, Zhang Yifang said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"Is it really necessary?"

"Better safe than sorry!"

Song Zuer wrinkled her nose and replied playfully.

Zhang Yifang shrugged, looked around the room, and noticed a decanter on the table containing decanted red wine.

Look!

Young girls and young women are just different; they love to use trivial, bourgeois sentiments as an excuse.

When Song Zuer saw Zhang Yifang looking at the wine, she went over and poured him a glass.

"Brother Fang! You have to drink a penalty drink first, you stood me up today."

Zhang Yifang didn't take the glass; instead, he held her hand holding the wine glass and drank the wine himself.

Then he pulled her over and returned half of the wine.

He won't say who he learned this trick from!

Song Zuer patted his chest and muttered, "How annoying, you almost choked me."

After that slap, the little girl unconsciously licked her lips.

Zhang Yifang didn't notice; he took the wine glass and poured himself a drink.

He poured another glass of wine, and Song Zuer picked it up with great deference.

"Come on, let's drink to the fact that I stood you up tonight."

Song Zuer raised her glass with him and drank together, but her eyes involuntarily drifted toward Zhang Yifang's chest muscles.

The weather this month is so unfriendly; getting out of the car is like stepping into an oven, so Zhang Yifang casually unbuttoned two buttons on his chest when he got out.

Wiping her lips, Song Zuer thought to herself:

"That old Deng must be got some energy!"

The two sat by the window, chatting about everything from Nezha to the entertainment industry. Zhang Yifang, that rascal, started gossiping again.

While chatting, after finishing a bottle of wine, Song Zuer returned to WeChat chatting mode.

Finally, she even straddled Zhang Yifang's lap, and at this point, Zhang Yifang didn't hold back.

He picked up the little girl and took her to take a bath.

This little gadget is the youngest one Zhang Yifang has handled since he obtained the system.

I never realized it before, but it dawned on me during our conversation just now that this girl is only a sophomore in college.

Not long after he put it in, Zhang Yifang's phone rang again and again, and he was speechless with frustration.

Did these people install surveillance cameras on him?

How come someone calls him as soon as he plugs in the power?

He lay down, switched to fully automatic mode, and answered the phone. It was Mu Tonglin calling.

"Boss! Did I disturb your rest?"

"Old Mu, you'd better have something serious to say, or your bonus this year will be reduced by 20%!"

Zhang Yifang said irritably.

Mu Tonglin faintly heard some sound and coughed to cover it up.

"Boss, it's Airbus that contacted us. They're currently in their working hours."

Zhang Yifang interrupted him:

"Let's get down to business!"

"Airbus said they have a brand new Airbus ACJ319 Classic available for sale right now."

Mu Tonglin quickly finished delivering the message.

"Brand new? Someone breached the contract?"

Zhang Yifang reached out and examined the small peaches, asking curiously.

"I've inquired around, and it's an order from a tycoon in the Middle East. However, last year he wanted to switch to an Airbus A340, so he negotiated with Airbus that as long as Airbus could find a new buyer for this A319, he would place an order for an Airbus A340."

Mu Tonglin explained.

Zhang Yifang was quite pleasantly surprised. He had thought he could only buy a second-hand one, but he didn't expect to have such an unexpected gain.

How much more expensive is it than the Bombardier Global 7500?

"It can cost about half again as much."

Mu Tonglin replied.

"Is that over a billion, or 11 billion? Anyway, it's not particularly expensive. Have Airbus send me the documents so I can take a look. If it's suitable, I'll arrange for a team to go and inspect it. If there are no problems, I'll make the payment directly."

Zhang Yifang patted someone, telling her not to move, and then started to exert himself.

Then, as if remembering something, he instructed Mu Tonglin.

"It seems like they're begging us now, right? Let's negotiate a price with them."

"Okay, boss! You go ahead and get back to work."

"Brother Fang, you're...you want to buy a private jet! You're so annoying!"

Song Zuer listened to the whole thing and was secretly amazed by Zhang Yifang's wealth. She wanted to confirm it, but as soon as she opened her mouth, Zhang Yifang started to play tricks on her, making her stutter.

"Haha, I'm planning to buy a plane to play with, and then I'll take you up in the sky, okay?"

With both cheat codes active and his output at high intensity, it didn't affect Zhang Yifang's ability to speak.

"Okay~"

Song Zuer no longer cared about having a private jet.

……

Two hours later, Zhang Yifang happily smoked a cigarette afterward.

How should I put it!

The experience was so-so; it's a bit too thin and can't withstand much stress.

She suffered a bit for these two things.

He put his arm around Song Zuer and gently stroked her back, then picked up his phone and started looking at the information sent by Airbus.

He couldn't understand the technical data; he mainly watched the videos.

This video shows the Airbus ACJ319 inside and out.

Hey, you know what?

This Middle Eastern tycoon has the same unsophisticated taste as Zhang Yifang; he just likes a lavish and opulent feel.

Zhang Yifang would give this modification an 8 out of 10; he's satisfied.

I casually sent a WeChat message to Mu Tonglin.

On the other side of the water: "Let's go with this one! Send someone over to inspect it and get the painting done for me, okay?"

Mujian Tonglin: "Received!"

Song Zuer watched as Zhang Yifang casually bought a private jet while she was in his arms.

She secretly went to Baidu to ask what the Airbus ACJ319 model is.

After reading it, all she wanted to say was that she hated rich people, and hated even more that she wasn't one of them.

"Brother Fang! We're already in this situation, can I stay with you from now on?"

Zhang Yifang glanced at her and thought she was just daydreaming.

"Brother Fang is very happy that you can give it to him, but he doesn't like it if you want to follow him around forever."

"It's good to be friends. We can relax together when we're bored. Of course, Brother Fang won't use you to relieve our boredom for nothing. As long as you perform well, Brother Fang can give you more resources than your company can."

Zhang Yifang wasn't just making empty promises; he was telling the truth. However, how to act on those promises was up to her to figure out.

Don't be fooled by Zhang Yifang's lack of real resources in the entertainment industry; it's just that he doesn't want them.

One of the 34 bigwigs is based in Beijing and happens to be in charge of the entertainment industry.

Of course, friends and raising canaries are different; how much help they can provide depends on the level of "friendship" between them.