Chapter 72: Chapter 72: It’s a Gift for You
But after taking the keys and climbing onto the car carrier, Wei Yilong didn’t drive the car down for a good while.
Fang Chenyi was left speechless. ’What is this guy doing?’
’He can’t drive a luxury car, and now he can’t even drive this Wuling God-tier Van?’
As everyone waited, Wei Yilong, still on the car carrier, dejectedly pushed open the door of the Wuling God-tier Van. After getting out, he directly handed the keys to Fang Chenyi.
"Bro, you’d better drive it. I’m not quite sure how to drive this modified God-tier Van..."
’Huh? Modified? What does he an?’
Slightly confused, he took the keys, then hopped onto the car carrier and pulled open the door of the God-tier Van.
’Holy shit! It really is modified!’
When he pulled open the door, the ultra-luxurious interior instantly stunned Fang Chenyi. No kidding, he felt this interior was even more beautiful than the one in the Bugatti.
After his initial surprise, Fang Chenyi got into the car himself.
Feeling the comfortable seats, which were like a plush sofa, Fang Chenyi was at a loss for words. Forget everything else—the money spent on modifying this interior alone could definitely buy several of these vans...
’Holy crap, this thing’s ignition is actually a Lamborghini-style flip-cover button?’
He’d searched for the keyhole for ages without finding it, only to finally spot a Lamborghini-style start button on the center console.
He flipped open the cover and pressed start. Instantly, the Wuling God-tier Van let out a fierce roar.
"The God-tier Van lives up to its na! That roar is every bit as impressive as the Bugatti’s engine!"
Wei Yilong marveled from the side as he watched Fang Chenyi drive the Wuling Hongguang off the car carrier.
With the Wuling God-tier Van off the carrier, the entire delivery process was finally complete.
Looking at the crew of staff and drivers, Fang Chenyi didn’t hold back. He pulled out his phone and sent each of them a red envelope worth 666 yuan!
The drivers were instantly thrilled, thanking him profusely.
After sending off Gou Dan and his crew, only Fang Chenyi and his three companions remained at the entrance to the villa complex.
They stood facing a long row of various luxury cars.
Wei Yilong was at a loss for words. After much hesitation, he couldn’t stop himself from timidly asking the unfazed Fang Chenyi a question:
"Um, Bro... why’d you buy so many cars all at once?"
Hearing Wei Yilong’s question, Fang Chenyi, who was taking keys out of a lockbox, paused. ’I can’t just tell you I didn’t buy them, that they were a free reward from the system, can I?’
He was about to give a vague answer, but then he rembered that ti Principal Wang was flexing. At the thought, the corners of his mouth lifted into a smirk. ’That line seems pretty fitting for
right now, too.’
With that in mind, Fang Chenyi turned to look at Wei Yilong and countered with a question of his own:
"Let
ask you, then. How many sets of clothes do you own?"
Wei Yilong didn’t quite get it at first and replied with so confusion:
"Clothes? I don’t know exactly how many I have..."
Seeing Wei Yilong play along so perfectly, Fang Chenyi smirked. Emulating Principal Wang’s classic flex, he asked casually, "Then why do you buy so many clothes?"
Wei Yilong answered without a second thought, "Uh, to wear them, of course. You have to change when they get dirty, and you need different outfits for different occasions... uh..."
As he said this, Wei Yilong seed to catch on to Fang Chenyi’s point. And sure enough, after he spoke...
Fang Chenyi picked up right where he left off, "Exactly. You buy clothes to wear them, and I buy cars to drive them. Like you said, I can’t just drive the sa car for every occasion, can I?"
’Damn, I have no coback for that...’
Although Wei Yilong, Bai nghan, and Su Tantan had all heard this joke before, hearing it was one thing; experiencing it firsthand was sothing else entirely.
Su Tantan, in particular, couldn’t stop the little stars from appearing in her eyes as she gazed at Fang Chenyi.
"Haha, alright, I’m just kidding. Anyway, these cars aren’t all for . Here, Xiao Hanhan, I picked this one out especially for you. It’s pink. What do you think? Do you like it?"
Seeing Wei Yilong’s reaction, Fang Chenyi chuckled, then took the keys to a pink Lamborghini Aventador S from the lockbox and handed them to Bai nghan.
Seeing Fang Chenyi’s gesture and the car keys in his hand, Su Tantan, who was standing nearby, was absolutely green with envy.
’Oh my god, he just gave her a Lamborghini? *Sigh*... When will I ever find a boyfriend who’s that handso and that rich!’
Bai nghan, however, furrowed her brow slightly. She wanted to refuse, but thinking about Fang Chenyi’s personality, and looking at the entire row of cars, she found herself hesitating.
To be honest, she really didn’t want to accept things from Fang Chenyi. After all, she had always been fiercely independent.
"What’s wrong? Do you think sothing material like this could affect our relationship? Or are you thinking, in your heart, that what’s yours is yours, and what’s mine is mine?"
Bai nghan was never the indecisive type. Hearing Fang Chenyi’s words, she understood. It was just as he said: they were a couple now, and they had already been intimate. If he remained faithful, she would one day be his wife.
Once she’d thought it through, Bai nghan gave a resigned smile and reached out to accept the keys from him. "Thank you, Chenyi."
Although she didn’t say much, Fang Chenyi could still sense what she was thinking.
Only after Bai nghan put the keys away did Fang Chenyi give a satisfied smile. He then waved to the others.
"Haha, we’ve been busy all morning! Co on, let’s go out and get a feast!"
But he had barely finished speaking when the sowhat plaintive voice of a big-nosed foreigner piped up from nearby:
"Oh, my dear boss, are you questioning our culinary skills? Or do you believe our cooking is inferior to that of the restaurants outside...?"
’Uh... holy shit, I completely forgot about the chefs.’
Hearing the voice behind him, Fang Chenyi finally rembered that he had a team of world-class chefs at ho.
He slapped his forehead. "Haha, my apologies, Old Cha. You all just got here, and I’m still not used to it. I completely forgot about you. Haha, well, that’s perfect then. Why don’t you make so of your signature dishes for lunch today!"
"Oh, Old Cha? Are you addressing , Boss? I believe you must have misrembered, my boss. My na is Char, not Old Cha..."
Seeing Char’s confusion, Fang Chenyi just waved his hand.
"Haha, that’s where you’re mistaken, Old Cha. Here in Huaxia, we only use nas like that for people we’re close with, like us now. See? Alright now, hurry up and get cooking, Old Cha."
After hearing Fang Chenyi’s explanation, Char seed to fall into deep thought. He agreed, then turned and walked away, muttering to himself as he went:
"Oh, so that’s how it is. So if I’m Old Cha, then Smith is Old Shit? And Hamilton... he’d be an ’Old Man’?..." (PS: Being an ’Old Man’ is fine, but... not in *that* way, okay!)
[To be continued...]
It’s 3 AM again, folks...
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