"A pagani Huayra BC, there are only three in the country, costing forty million after landing... Damn, I don't know if I'll ever get to touch the steering wheel in this lifetime," Qin Fen clicked his tongue.
"Get lost, why are you showing off in front of me... Touch the steering wheel? You'd be lucky to even sit in it."
After speaking, Wang Congcong handed the Huayra BC key to Jiang Cheng: "The Huayra BC matched with Brother Cheng is a perfect pair! You drive this..."
Seeing this, Jiang Cheng didn't refuse and naturally took the key: "Alright. Then I won't be polite."
After taking it, Jiang Cheng turned and walked toward the pagani.
He walked two steps, stopped again, and looked back at the three of them.
"Oh right, you guys go ahead first. I'm going to pick someone up; I'll be there shortly."
Hearing this, Wang Zheng asked, "Brother Cheng, you're not planning on driving this car to pick up Sister Xin, are you?"
Jiang Cheng raised his eyebrows at them when he heard that.
"Damn, I've known Sister Xin for so many years, and I've never seen her ride in a supercar... Thinking about that scene seems kind of interesting..."
Qin Fen chimed in: "Uh, normally driving a supercar seems quite cool, but actually driving this car to pick up a woman like Sister Xin, doesn't it feel like pulling her down from her pedestal a bit...?"
Wang Congcong wasn't as familiar with An Xin as the others, but he knew the status of the An family in Chengdu like the back of his hand.
Even his own maternal uncle had to temporarily avoid the spotlight when meeting An Jingsheng.
"I'm leaving first..."
Jiang Cheng opened the door and skillfully settled into the driver's seat.
The pagani's engine let out a roar that tore through the night sky, like a waking beast.
The headlights lit up, slicing through the darkness.
He stepped on the accelerator, and the cold gray shadow instantly vanished at the end of the street.
Qin Fen watched the taillights receding and clicked his tongue.
"When do you think we'll get this kind of treatment?"
Wang Congcong understood what Qin Fen was referring to: An Xin.
They weren't short of ordinary women; they always had women around them. But women from prestigious families like hers usually wouldn't take a liking to them.
Unless one day they all settled down and stopped going out to party, only then might they be able to marry a woman with a matching family background through a family alliance.
Otherwise, if you went to nightclubs every night, the prospective in-laws wouldn't agree.
They were all established families; others cared about reputation too.
But An Xin had been enthusiastic toward Jiang Cheng since the first time she bought a watch; any discerning person could tell she treated Jiang Cheng differently.
Moreover, back at the airport just now, she acted as if the women around Jiang Cheng didn't exist.
Most importantly, An Xin was beautiful!
She was also the only daughter of her family.
In fact, for so many years, there hadn't been any rumors of An Jingsheng having illegitimate children.
If someone could form an alliance with the An family, the boost to the man's family would be immense.
Especially for the next generation, they would directly inherit the assets of both families.
Finding a family in the country with such favorable conditions was nearly impossible.
A sole daughter with this family background, combined with her looks and figure—it was truly hard not to make them envious!
Wang Congcong shook his head and patted Qin Fen's shoulder: "With our current standing, maybe in the next life."
Wang Zheng added, "Brother Wang, if you think it's difficult, then the two of us probably won't have a chance even in the next life..."
Wang Congcong glanced at the remaining three cars.
One red ferrari 488, one green Lamborghini Aventador S, and one white porsche 911.
He stroked his chin and turned to Qin Fen: "Which one do you want?"
Qin Fen scanned them: "The Lambo, I guess. This color is flashy, suits me."
Saying that, he took the key, opened the door of the green 'Big Bull' (Lamborghini), and got in. Amid the roar of the engine, he gave Wang Congcong a middle finger: "See you later."
Wang Congcong cursed him with a smile, then looked at Wang Zheng.
Wang Zheng, with Wang Siqi clinging to his arm, looked around at the three cars.
The Lambo was taken by Qin Fen.
The ferrari 488 was Wang Congcong's own car.
Only the porsche 911 remained.
Wang Zheng hesitated for no reason and said with a smile: "Then I'll take the porsche. Keep it low-key, suits my personality."
Wang Congcong looked at his white hair, shook his head, and tossed the key to him: "I don't understand you young people. I'm leaving first; you two take your time driving..."
After saying that, he opened the ferrari door, and the engine roared as he sped out.
Qin Fen's Lambo followed closely behind.
Wang Zheng held the key, standing in place, still wearing that carefree, cheerful expression.
Wang Siqi linked her arm with his and asked with a smile, "Brother Wang, isn't this porsche very expensive too?"
"Of course it is." Wang Zheng put his arm around her and walked toward the 911. "It's almost three million after landing; not many people on the street can afford to drive one. Your Brother Wang still has more expensive cars in Shanghai; I'll take you for a ride when you get there."
Wang Siqi smiled and nodded, getting into the passenger seat next to him.
But her gaze couldn't help but follow the three cars that had already disappeared into the night.
The ferrari 488.
The Lamborghini Aventador S.
And the pagani Huayra BC that Jiang Cheng had just driven away.
She suddenly felt like she might have made her choice a bit too hastily.
Before Jiang Cheng arrived, the guys were already discussing that pagani Huayra BC.
Wang Congcong had given the forty-million-dollar car king to Jiang Cheng to drive.
She glanced again at the ferrari 488, the Lambo 'Big Bull,' and the porsche 911...
The ferrari 488, she roughly knew the market price, around four or five million.
The Lambo 'Big Bull,' landed cost seven or eight million.
The porsche 911, Wang Zheng said it was less than three million.
Although these three cars were very expensive to her.
Compared to the Huayra BC, it was indeed the cheapest one.
She had always assumed that among these second-generation rich kids, Wang Congcong definitely held the highest status.
But the moment Jiang Cheng appeared, she sensed it.
Wang Congcong's demeanor toward him wasn't just politeness.
It was a feeling from the bottom of his heart, treating the other person like an elder brother.
She knew Wang Zheng wasn't unable to afford better cars. She wasn't clear about the Wang family's strength, but how could someone who could hang out with Wang Congcong be lacking?
But in that moment of choosing cars just now, she saw it very clearly.
Wang Zheng's gaze swept across the three cars, and then he very naturally chose the cheapest one.
No hesitation.
No unwillingness.
Wang Siqi suddenly began to understand.
In this circle, everyone was outwardly polite, calling each other brothers, drinking and playing together.
But when it came to the moment when they truly needed to 'choose,'
Who chose first, who chose later, and what they chose...
It all followed a certain set of rules.
She turned to look at Wang Zheng.
Wang Zheng was focused on driving, with that carefree smile on his face.
As if nothing had happened just now.
But looking at his profile, Wang Siqi suddenly felt that her boyfriend might be much smarter than she imagined.
Not the flashy kind of smart.
But the kind of smart that knew one's place and wouldn't reach for things beyond one's grasp.
Could this be the social arena of top-tier second-generation elites?
She pursed her lips, suppressing that vague, hard-to-describe feeling from earlier.
Then she smiled and leaned closer to Wang Zheng.
"Brother Wang, you look so handsome driving."
Wang Zheng laughed heartily: "Of course! Your Brother Wang might not be good at much else, but I'm skilled at driving. When we get back tonight, you'll know what a real 'old driver' is..."
...On the way from the hotel to An Xin's house, Jiang Cheng was driving the pagani Huayra BC.
The roar of the V12 engine exploded in the night of Chengdu, like a waking beast.
This car was too ostentatious.
So ostentatious that while waiting at a red light, a middle-aged man wearing glasses in a BMW in the adjacent lane rolled down his window, held up his phone to take pictures of him, and muttered:
"Holy crap, a living pagani..."