"Dude, let me introduce myself—my name's Qi Yuan." After saying that, he took the initiative and stretched his hand out toward Jiang Cheng.
Jiang Cheng reached out and shook it.
"Jiang Cheng."
Although this was how they'd met the first time, the two were about the same age, so there wasn't any awkwardness.
There was no stiffness between them.
Qi Yuan glanced at the Richard Mille on Jiang Cheng's wrist and couldn't stop his brows from twitching.
The price of that watch wasn't far off from his own porsche 918.
In an instant Qi Yuan understood why Jiang Cheng had stayed so calm after his car got hit.
Clearly Jiang Cheng's background wasn't ordinary.
Qi Yuan popped open a can of Coke from the table and raised it toward Jiang Cheng. "Here, Brother Cheng, let me toast you. Weird way to meet, but I'm honored."
Qi Yuan felt Jiang Cheng wasn't simple, and Jiang Cheng could likewise tell Qi Yuan wasn't your average Joe.
The way he'd acted after the crash—completely unfazed, even looked used to it.
This was a supercar, not some two-hundred-grand runabout.
"I wasn't supposed to drink, but now—how about two cold beers?" Jiang Cheng asked Qi Yuan.
"Haha, Brother Jiang, I really admire your mindset. From now on you're my sworn brother. The skewers here taste great; décor's nothing special, but the owner seasons them perfectly. Never thought you'd eat here too."
"First time here, just walked in when I spotted it."
"You're not from around here, right?" Qi Yuan asked, chomping on a skewer.
Jiang Cheng shook his head. "I'm from Chengdu."
"Figures. Never seen your ride before."
"Car only arrived the day before yesterday."
At that, Qi Yuan rubbed his nose in embarrassment. "Haha, really sorry. Don't worry, I'll get it fixed so perfectly no one will ever tell."
While they chatted, a rolls-royce phantom pulled up and a medium-built young man stepped out. The moment he appeared, heads turned.
He glanced at the two supercars out front, shook his head in speechlessness, and walked inside.
Seeing Qi Yuan, the man bluntly said, "Qi Yuan, I'm seriously impressed. The road's wide enough to land a plane and you still crashed. Told you—you can't drive."
Jiang Cheng looked up at the voice and saw a familiar face.
Wasn't this the famous internet celebrity Principal Wang?
Qi Yuan jumped up at once, looking helpless. "I'm the one who's speechless. You know how it is—finally borrowed my cousin's car for a joyride, and before long some dog dashed out. Couldn't bear to run it over, and here we are."
"Then don't drive, okay? Can't you let your chauffeur drive?"
"Enough roasting. I asked you here to help me sort this car out."
"Just call insurance."
"Are you dumb? Insurance means my family finds out. They've finally loosened the leash; if they know, I'll never touch a supercar again."
When Qi Yuan snapped back, Wang Congcong wouldn't have it. "That how you ask me for a favor?"
"Old Wang—no, Brother Wang, I was wrong. Just anxious, okay? Help me out?"
"That's more like it. Already called someone; they'll tow it to the 4S shop."
"Deal. From now on you're my real brother."
"Cut it out—knowing you, I don't buy it." Wang Congcong shook his head.
"Anyway, let me introduce you—this is the porsche guy, Jiang Cheng." Qi Yuan pulled Wang Congcong over.
"Brother Cheng, this is my big bro, the famous Principal Wang. You've heard of him, right?"
From their banter Jiang Cheng could tell Qi Yuan and Principal Wang were close. He nodded to Wang Congcong and said, "Principal Wang, I've long admired your reputation."