CHAPTER 113: 111, LONG-LEGGED SALESPERSON? PICKING YOU UP IN THE AFTERNOON?

The next morning, around ten o’clock, Luofeng finally woke up.

For such occasions, it wasn’t necessary to waste a Prop Card, so he’d genuinely drunk. His head was still a bit dizzy.

After getting up and freshening up, Luofeng felt much better. He changed into a set of LV men’s summer wear.

Luofeng received a call from Chen Dali. Last night, the group had definitely exchanged phone numbers.

Luofeng slid his phone to unlock and answered, "Brother Dali, up so early?"

"Aren’t you up as well? You really didn’t let Duanmu Yunji accompany you last night? With those big car model looks, those big headlights... just looking at them makes one’s mouth water. Weren’t you tempted?"

It wasn’t Chen Dali who said this. Lin Xiaoyun had cheekily chimed in from the side.

"Please, she and I are just friends," Luofeng rolled his eyes. "Also, stop with the ’car model’ talk. She’s a university student, okay?"

Of course, Luofeng knew her situation was quite similar to that of a car model. But still, the young woman was untouched. He couldn’t just describe her as a car model; it sounded so unflattering.

"Hahaha, Lin Xiaoyun, that guy just spouts nonsense," Chen Dali interjected. "So, how are you feeling today?"

"Not bad, not bad. Are we drinking again today?" Luofeng asked, raising an eyebrow.

Chen Dali shook his head. "I think we’ll pass today. We’ll have some stomach-soothing porridge for lunch. How about I handle the arrangements for the afternoon?"

"Oh? What’s planned?" Luofeng was indeed curious.

"Ever heard of Golden Harbour?" Chen Dali asked.

"The Car Park?" Luofeng quickly reacted. "Who hasn’t heard of it? It’s the most famous racetrack in Capital City. It has a standard F3 circuit and can allow 25 cars to start a race simultaneously! The total length is 2.5 kilometers, and the track is more than 20 meters wide, right?"

Golden Harbour Car Park covers 680 acres and is equipped with comprehensive facilities, including a motorsport service center, the Golden Harbour Club, automotive-themed apartments, a car hotel, and a car-themed restaurant and bar. The venue not only meets the needs of racing events but also serves as a great place for tourists to relax and car enthusiasts to gather. Additionally, it provides a location for manufacturers and dealers to hold various press conferences, product promotions, test drives, and training events.

"Hahaha, good that you know. Then from five to seven this afternoon, I’ve booked the whole track. I’ve also arranged for a Ferrari 488, a top-spec Porsche 911, a 1,000 horsepower daily-driver GTR, a BMW Competition, a Mercedes-Benz GTR, a Lamborghini, a McLaren 720S, and I even threw in a Porsche 718 for a fun run!"

Luofeng chuckled. He understood Chen Dali’s intentions. This was an act of reciprocity. Last night at the bar, Chen Dali inviting someone like Ma Jian had been quite the bombshell. This, then, was likely compensation.

If it had been any other activity, whether eating or drinking, Luofeng would have refused, but Chen Dali was being too thoughtful. Refusing would be deeply hurtful. What was more, the other party knew he had an incoming Porsche 911 and a newly purchased Ferrari 488. Arranging for these two specific models was clearly intended to let Luofeng fully enjoy the thrill of racing.

"Also, little bro, I’ve invited some other buddies this time, all car enthusiasts from our circle. Some of them are experts. We can race together and compare our skills," Chen Dali continued.

Luofeng nodded. "Thank you, Brother Dali. You’ve been very considerate."

"Don’t mention it, little bro," Chen Dali replied. "Xiaoyun and I will come pick you up from Keely Hotel first, then we’ll go for that porridge. Oh, and are you bringing the long-legged Ferrari saleswoman today?" He chuckled after saying this.

Facing Chen Dali’s teasing, Luofeng responded with a laugh, "How would I know? I have to ask her, don’t I?"

"Hahaha, hasn’t that saleswoman already been ’delivered’ to you? You still need to ask?"

Luofeng joked, "Perhaps her body has been delivered, but not her soul, right?"

"Little bro, keep it up! Go get her soul too!" Chen Dali laughed.

Soon, the call ended.

Luofeng then sent a message to Duanmu Yunji.

He checked her wish list and analyzed his standing in her eyes. He found their Good Feeling score was quite high. If a lover was 90 points, he figured he was at least at 70.

"No problem, Big Tycoon. I’ll ask for leave from work early. Can you pick me up at four?" Duanmu Yunji quickly responded.

As for having a car? Was that even a question? With his 20 million in savings, how could it be an issue? And with her 98-point figure, Luofeng definitely had to make some arrangements for her.

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Around 11:30 in the morning, Lin Xiaoyun and Chen Dali arrived at Keely Hotel. The three of them met in the ground-floor lobby.

"For lunch, I’ve ordered some vegetable porridge and some refreshing cold side dishes. Little bro, do you think we’re missing anything?" Chen Dali asked, sitting on a sofa in the lobby.

Luofeng shook his head. "That’s perfectly fine, no need to add anything. I drank too much yesterday, so vegetable porridge will be great for settling my stomach. Then, we can head to Golden Harbour to have some fun."

"By the way, is Miss Ferrari coming?" Lin Xiaoyun asked curiously. Even though he felt he wasn’t in her league at all, just taking a look wasn’t a crime, was it? That figure was truly exquisite, enough to drive a man wild.

"Yeah," Luofeng nodded. "She asked me to pick her up at four. I’ll need to find a car later."

"Little bro, feel free to use my car," Chen Dali said, directly handing Luofeng the keys to his Lamborghini. "It’s an older model Little Bull. Hope you don’t mind, little bro."

"Haha, how could I mind? If I drove this car out, I could probably pick up ninety-nine percent of the girls, right?" Luofeng teased with a laugh.

Although there was a saying popular in the Moments Circle that "cars and wives are never to be lent," in reality, it wasn’t always so clear-cut. Not lending your wife was understandable—everyone got that; who would want to be cuckolded? But not lending your car usually stemmed from the fear of something happening to it. People who felt this way were typically very attached to their vehicles. They also worried that if the borrower damaged it, they wouldn’t be able to afford the repairs. For instance, a BMW worth several hundred thousand yuan might be a huge deal to an ordinary person. They’d likely cherish it dearly and couldn’t bear for it to be casually damaged. But for people like Chen Dali and Luofeng, even if such a car were totaled, they wouldn’t bat an eye. So, Chen Dali, having personally witnessed Luofeng buy a Ferrari worth millions, what did he have to worry about?

「 」

Around noon, the three of them were having vegetable porridge.

Lin Xiaoyun took the initiative to say, "Since we have some time this afternoon, should we go check out the car show again? It hasn’t ended yet."

"Is there really anything left worth seeing?" Luofeng shook his head. After all, he’d already bought the Ferrari yesterday. He’d taken another look around and honestly didn’t have any other cars he was interested in.