The pagani Zonda HP shot in like a bolt of lightning and stopped dead in front of Mr. Thirteen's door.
Shen Lang hurried forward.
'Brother Cheng, welcome!' Shen Lang shouted, excitement impossible to hide in his voice.
Seeing Jiang Cheng arrive alone, Shen Lang asked, 'How come you didn't bring the missus today?'
A few days earlier, when Shen Lang had invited him, Jiang Cheng had said he was busy accompanying his girlfriend.
In truth, the triangle of Shen Lang, Jiang Churan and Shen Shuang was complicated.
While Jiang Cheng had been away, the three had still shown up together at the children's hospital for charity work.
If one of them ever accidentally let something slip…
It would be game over.
After all, Jiang Churan had been holed up at school practicing day and night; which 'girlfriend' had Jiang Cheng actually been with?
Jiang Cheng replied, 'Jiang Churan's been training at school; I haven't seen her for days.'
Hearing that, fellow scumbag Shen Lang instantly understood.
'Damn, Brother Cheng, didn't know your kung fu was that good—top-tier player!'
Jiang Cheng stayed dead-pan: 'If we're brothers, don't come after me.'
Shen Lang got it instantly, laughed and said, 'Brother Cheng, isn't the line supposed to be "If we're brothers, come after me"?'
Jiang Cheng's lips curved; he punched Shen Lang's chest.
'Ugh, you're toxic!'
Laughing and joking, they headed for the booth Shen Lang had reserved.
Just before they reached it, Shen Lang stopped and pointed at two guys already seated inside.
'Brother Cheng, check it out—my two best buddies. Both car nuts; when they heard you were coming, they had to tag along.'
Jiang Cheng looked: one slightly chubby, silver-framed glasses, casual middle-aged look;
the other more athletic in sportswear.
Jiang Cheng smiled. 'The more the merrier—great.'
A night out is all about networking anyway.
As they spoke, they arrived at the booth.
When Shen Lang led Jiang Cheng over, the two men stood up.
'Hey, he's here,' they greeted warmly.
Shen Lang pointed to the stout one. 'Brother Cheng, this is Brother Fu—Fu Yang, founder of the HAC hyper-car club. Big name in the scene, nicknamed "Emperor of the North".'
Fu Yang rolled his eyes.
'Shen Lang, you brat… didn't we agree on a normal intro?'
Shen Lang laughed, turned to the other man. 'And this is Brother Lü, Lü Chengming, founder of the KK hyper-car club—another titan, nicknamed "Emperor of the Capital".'
Jiang Cheng hadn't expected such heavyweights.
He didn't know them personally,
but everyone who likes supercars has heard of HAC;
its fame eclipsed even his own Shanghai SSCC Club.
HAC's prestige came from one thing: its members were ultra-high-end.
A porsche 911 like Wang Jian's wouldn't even qualify.
To join, your assets had to meet brutal thresholds, and your cars even stricter ones:
at least two hypercars worth ten million yuan each,
and you had to prove you truly loved the machines—
posers need not apply.
Fu Yang looked mid-thirties, a bit overweight;
Lü Chengming seemed younger.
Jiang Cheng didn't know him, but the nickname 'Emperor of the Capital' rang a bell.
Instinctively, Jiang Cheng opened the Character Scanning System.
[Name: Fu Yang]
[Age: 34]
[Height: 178 cm]
[Weight: 100 kg]
[Favorability: 70]
[Name: Lü Chengming]
[Age: 26]
[Height: 179 cm]
[Weight: 85 kg]
[Favorability: 70]
Both men's favorability was sky-high—Shen Lang must have sung his praises beforehand.
As soon as Shen Lang finished, Lü Chengming groaned, 'Don't call me "Emperor of the Capital" out loud! Others joking is bad enough; from you it'll get me killed!'
Their banter cracked everyone up, melting any awkwardness.
Jiang Cheng always warmed to down-to-earth Second-generation rich kids.
So when Fu Yang stuck out his hand, Jiang Cheng took it at once.
Fu Yang gripped hard and joked, 'Hello, Brother Jiang Cheng—ignore Shen Lang's nonsense. That "Emperor" stuff is just netizens having fun, not real!'
'Brother Fu, hello!' Jiang Cheng greeted with a smile.
Lü Chengming stepped up next. 'What Brother Fu said—glad to meet you, Jiang Cheng.'
'Haha, Brother Lü, the pleasure's mine.'
Fu Yang was a dozen years older, Lü seven; calling them 'brother' felt natural.
They'd heard plenty before coming:
Jiang Cheng daily-drove a hundred-million-yuan hypercar
and had donated hundreds of millions to Kyoto Children's Hospital.
Those two facts alone screamed he was no ordinary man.
Fu Yang waved it off. 'Just call me Fu Yang. Shen Lang and I are tight; we don't stand on ceremony.'
Lü Chengming nodded. 'Right—call me Chengming. Nice watch, by the way!'
The moment those words left his mouth,
the five or six Atmosphere Group Young Ladies seated nearby went starry-eyed.
From the instant Jiang Cheng stepped into the booth they'd X-rayed him head to toe.
After countless nights in Kyoto bars with real playboys like Shen Lang,
these girls had their own radar for spotting real money.
They never judged by branded clothes alone—
a few-thousand-yuan hoodie was still within reach if they saved.
But a million-yuan watch?
Only the truly rich bother with that kind of toy.