The car soon stopped a short distance from the destination.
The address Wang Zheng had given was a mansion on the Bund.
By now several supercars in different colors were already parked at the gate.
Next to the cars a few young people stood chatting idly.
Just then an unfamiliar porsche roared toward them with deafening engine noise; the sound made all of them instinctively turn around.
As the car drew nearer, Jiang Cheng could see them clearly: mclaren, Ferrari, Aston Martin, bugatti.
Judging by the lineup, this was clearly a gathering of Second-generation rich supercars.
Jiang Cheng glanced at the group again and spotted Wang Zheng among them.
These must be the friends he'd mentioned on the phone.
Jiang Cheng parked beside their cars, calmly opened the door, and stepped out.
As the door swung open, several young men decked in designer brands immediately looked him up and down with curiosity.
Wang Zheng, who had been standing by the bugatti, saw Jiang Cheng get out and hurried over, enthusiastically slapping him on the shoulder.
"Old Jiang, I knew it was you—whoa, a porsche 918!"
Jiang Cheng smiled and threw an arm around Wang Zheng's shoulders. "It arrived yesterday."
Wang Zheng draped an arm around Jiang Cheng and introduced him to the others. "This is Jiang Cheng, the Tycoon I told you about."
After he finished, Qin Fen came over with two others and extended a hand to Jiang Cheng. "I flew abroad right after adding you. When I got back I heard you'd bought his laferrari—turns out I've got one too. We'll have to race a few laps later."
"Sounds good," Jiang Cheng said with a nod.
Jiang Xin and Da Wei beside Qin Fen greeted Jiang Cheng as well.
"That license plate is crazy flashy; it pairs perfectly with Brother Qin's 99999 plate."
"A pretty girl gave it to me yesterday. I tried to pay, but she wouldn't take a cent," Jiang Cheng said casually.
"You're making me jealous. Anyway, the owner of today's private collection hall is also a woman—see if you can get her to let you in free," Jiang Xin said with a grin.
"A woman? Is she old?" Jiang Cheng raised an eyebrow.
"Not old, but she already has a kid," Wang Zheng interjected, knowing exactly what Jiang Cheng meant.
"A kid—then it's tricky," Jiang Cheng shook his head.
"Damn, turns out you're some kung-fu master," Jiang Xin chimed in.
Jiang Cheng found they didn't put on any Second-generation rich airs; his first impression of them was pretty good.
"Don't joke—actually I've always hoped some rich lady could see through my tough act. The dentist says my teeth aren't great, so soft food suits me best."
"With your status you still want soft food? Spare the rest of us, man," Jiang Xin laughed out loud.
They'd already heard the basics of Jiang Cheng's situation from Wang Zheng; today's meet-up was to feel him out.
Just turned eighteen, already worth over a hundred million, owns two top-tier supercars, and runs an entertainment company.
Even in the Second-generation rich circle, that's rare—his family must be anything but ordinary…