After lunch, someone quickly informed Wang Yuyan that Jiang Cheng's porsche had been delivered to the front gate of Luxury Hotel.
Jiang Cheng hadn't expected it to arrive so fast.
Yesterday, after driving the car to the Mercedes-Benz 4S shop, the Sales Manager took one look at the porsche 918, froze for a moment, then fawned and patted his chest, promising to handle everything perfectly for Jiang Cheng. After all, Mercedes had a professional transport team; as long as the fee was paid, moving a porsche 918 for Jiang Cheng was no problem.
Jiang Cheng didn't bother with the details; after paying the shipping fee, he flew straight to Shanghai.
He never imagined it would arrive today—such efficiency!
When Jiang Cheng and Wang Yuyan reached the entrance of Luxury Hotel, they found a crowd already circling the car.
A huge long-box truck was parked at the gate.
The security guards couldn't ignore it and immediately reported to the lobby manager.
The lobby manager hurried over, learned it was Jiang Cheng's car, and reluctantly allowed them to park there.
After all, Jiang Cheng was a major client of Luxury Hotel; even if it blocked the entrance all day, they wouldn't dare complain.
Seeing Jiang Cheng arrive, the lobby manager instantly relaxed.
He stepped forward and bowed respectfully. "Mr. Jiang, you're here."
Jiang Cheng smiled and nodded at the lobby manager. "Manager Zhao, sorry for the trouble. I'll have them unload quickly."
Manager Zhao waved it off at once.
"Mr. Jiang, what are you saying? This is your car; let them unload slowly and carefully. I'll watch over it for you."
The Truck Driver rolled his eyes at the Male Manager's one-eighty attitude shift.
When they'd first arrived, they hadn't been given a friendly face.
Now the guy was wagging his tail at Jiang Cheng—such is the reality of society.
"Hello, boss, the car's been delivered. Please show me your ID so I can verify it. If everything's correct, please sign to confirm." The Auto-Transport Worker explained to Jiang Cheng.
Secretly, he breathed a sigh of relief—others might not know what was inside, but he did.
Though he'd been driving trucks for over a decade.
He'd transported plenty of luxury cars, from multimillion-yuan supercars to half-million-yuan models.
But this trip he'd driven extra cautiously.
From Chengdu to Shanghai, two veteran drivers took turns, never exceeding 80 km/h.
Jiang Cheng produced his ID and handed it to the Truck Driver.
After taking it, the two workers ran it through a verification device before returning it to Jiang Cheng.
"Thank you. We'll unbox it now."
With that, the trucker called out, and a Loader promptly unlocked the rear doors.
Several workers climbed into the cargo area, and soon clattering sounds echoed from within.
Clank-clank-clank…
From outside, it was clear they were quickly assembling a ramp with tools.
Inside the long box sat a forklift.
At its forks lay a heavily sealed, rock-solid crate.
The crate was ringed with numerous anti-collision guards.
"Everyone, be careful—ease it down slowly! No rush, take your time!" the trucker shouted.
"Stand back, I'm driving it down." The Forklift Driver was already seated and starting the engine.
Once the car was gently lowered, several men grabbed tools and began unboxing.
Like peeling bamboo shoots, they stripped away layer after layer of protective casing.
After a full ten minutes, the true form finally appeared.
A dazzling porsche 918 was revealed before everyone's eyes.
At the sight of its diamond-shaped headlights, sleek lines brimming with modern tech, and the porsche crest, the onlookers gasped in awe.
"Damn, that's gorgeous—first time seeing one in the metal."
"A porsche 918 with Chengdu plates? Loaded."
"Anyone who can land a 918 can't be short on cash. I'd kill to sit inside."
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Every woman in the crowd stared hotly at Jiang Cheng, while shooting Wang Yuyan jealous looks.
Jiang Cheng nodded in satisfaction at the flawless car, unlocked it, climbed in, and fired up the engine.
The headlights blazed, the supercar's exhaust note thundered, and the crowd's blood surged even hotter.
Such is the magic of a supercar—just one look makes your heart race.