Demo Did pursed his lips. Obviously, he didn’t believe a word of it.

Seeing this, Fang Chenyi just shook his head and smiled. ’People these days... you tell them the truth and they’ll never believe you.’

Suddenly, Fang Chenyi thought of something, and a playful smile crept onto his lips.

’This guy next to me is a total fat sheep. Now that he’s served himself up on a platter, wouldn’t it be a complete waste of an opportunity not to fleece him?’

Even though he’d gotten a plane, Fang Chenyi wasn’t satisfied.

With that in mind, he turned to Demo Did and said:

"Hey, Old Di, you came all this way. I’d feel bad if you left empty-handed. How about this? Even though you can’t take the plane, I have something else in my possession that’s pretty amazing. I guarantee if you take it back home and drive it across the vast desert, it’ll give you some serious cred."

Sure enough, Demo Did’s interest was immediately piqued. He stared at Fang Chenyi with anticipation.

"Oh? Really? Then hurry and take me to see it! What is this amazing thing?"

Waving his hand to signal him not to rush, Fang Chenyi returned to Villa No. 3, opened the garage, and deliberately drove out the one-of-a-kind, limited-edition Bugatti. He beckoned to Demo Did, and once he was in the car, Fang Chenyi slammed on the accelerator and headed toward the building where Bai Menghan used to rent.

Before Demo Did could even finish admiring the fantastic interior of the Bugatti, the car screeched to a halt in front of Bai Menghan’s old building.

He picked up a woven plastic bag and rummaged inside with a RUSTLE, finally finding an electronic garage key.

"Haha, we’re here, Old Di!"

After speaking, he tucked the woven bag under his arm, pushed the door open, and got out.

Seeing this, Demo Did had no choice but to hurry and follow him.

"Fang, this area isn’t exactly ideal. You’re so rich, why don’t you find a better place to live? Be like me—buy a beautiful private island, surround yourself with a few beauties, and take the yacht out to catch sharks when you’re bored. Wouldn’t that be a much better life?"

Erm...

’You think everyone is as loaded as you nouveau riche types? A private island... you think I don’t want one? But how much would that even cost?’

Of course, he could only say such things in his head. On the outside, he wore the profound expression of a great master hiding in plain sight. He gave a soft chuckle without saying a word, walked directly to the garage, and pressed the button to open the door.

As the garage door opened, an incredibly cool "Countryside G-Wagen"—a Gongnong-7 walking tractor—appeared before Fang Chenyi and Demo Did.

Staring at the bizarre behemoth in front of him, Demo Did furrowed his brow.

"Oh, Fang, you’re not messing with me, are you? Is this the ’amazing thing’ you were talking about?"

Seeing Demo Did’s reaction, Fang Chenyi felt a flicker of uncertainty. But on the surface, he put on a displeased expression.

"Old Di, what you just said really hurts my feelings. Let me tell you, this is my baby! If you hadn’t come, I would never have shown it to anyone. Do you know what this is? This is a Gongnong-7! Do you know what ’Gongnong-7’ even means?"

Without waiting for a response, Fang Chenyi plowed ahead.

"You probably don’t. So let me explain. Think about what kind of hardware uses a designation with a dash and a number... like our Huaxia ’Dongfeng’ series..."

At Fang Chenyi’s words, Demo Did’s eyes lit up, and he immediately cut in, "You mean your ’Dongfeng Express!’ Oh my god, don’t tell me this is the official vehicle for your Dongfeng Express!"

Hearing the wild conclusion Demo Did had jumped to, Fang Chenyi’s face darkened. ’Yeah, right. Your country is the one that would use this thing to haul the Dongfeng Express...’

"Haha, so you’re not completely clueless. But no, it’s not for hauling the Dongfeng Express. I only mentioned it to tell you that, just like the Dongfeng Express, this vehicle’s model is also designated with a dash and a number. Come on, take a look at this engine first. A miniaturized ’WS-15’ aviation engine! Its maximum thrust can reach 3.6 tons, with a theoretical speed of Mach 0.75! That’s right, you heard me. This is a genuine fighter jet engine! What Bugatti? What Lamborghini? In theory, they’re all just little brothers in front of this thing!"

"OH! MY! GOD! Holy crap! It’s actually equipped with a WS-15 engine! That’s the engine from the newest batch of fighter jets our country purchased in the first half of the year! This is just too... too badass!"

Listening to Fang Chenyi’s pitch, Demo Did was completely blown away. He never would have thought that this stupid-looking thing was actually equipped with the engine from their most advanced fighter jets!

Seeing Demo Did’s stunned expression, Fang Chenyi inwardly rejoiced. He then pulled him along to continue the sales pitch.

"Come on, Old Di, let’s ignore the engine for a second and keep looking. Look here, a seat made of pure, hand-carved solid wood. Isn’t that cool? And here, this big iron cargo bed, sturdy or what? Just imagine, one day, you’re sitting in this driver’s seat made of hand-carved solid wood... come on, get up here and feel it. Yes, yes, hold onto the handles up here. Right, right. See? A car doesn’t have controls like these, does it? Doesn’t it feel like you’re piloting a plane?"

Seeing Demo Did actually nodding along with a look of pure yearning, completely buying into his narrative, Fang Chenyi continued.

"Just imagine it. In front of you is the vast desert of your homeland. You’re flying across it in this Gongnong-7, and in the iron cargo bed behind you, you’ve got your boys on one side and your girl on the other. How awesome is that?"

"Oh no, no, Fang, how could I let my girl sit with my boys? I want to sit in the back with my girl!"

Demo Did’s sudden interjection almost completely derailed Fang Chenyi’s train of thought. Luckily, he was quick on his feet. After snapping back to reality, he nodded hastily.

"Haha, that works too. You and your girl can be in the back. Hehe, let me tell you, Old Di, if you and your girl are in the back, you won’t even have to put in any effort. The way this thing drives, with all that up-and-down jostling... haha, you know what I mean!"

[To be continued...]

PS: Hey everyone, here’s the third Chapter of the day!

Thanks to my man ’Please call me Mr. Magic’ for the 1888 Book Coin tip! Also, bro, you’re too much. You actually requested a whole eleven songs from me! You’re making a writer sing for you! You’re a real devil! *Sob sob*, enough said, I’m off to sing now~~