"Holy crap, won’t I be on a live broadcast then?"

Staring at the rear cargo bed, Demo Did felt a vein throb on his forehead.

Fang Chenyi had been so busy bragging that he seemed to have overlooked this point, too. But the guy was quick on his feet:

"Hey, are you an idiot or something, Dimo? Can’t you just get a custom power roof installed on this thing?"

Hearing this, Demo Did immediately slapped his thigh. "Right, right! I’ll have the Bugatti factory customize an exclusive roof for it. That’ll be so badass! No need to change anything else, this is perfect!"

Fang Chenyi was dumbfounded. ’What the hell? Making Bugatti install a roof on a tractor? Only this guy could come up with something so ridiculous. These nouveau riche really are a different breed!’

As he thought this, Fang Chenyi blinked a few times and then spoke up, "But I have to warn you about something first. While this vehicle is incredibly eye-catching on the road, it has a fighter jet engine. That means this baby is a real gas-guzzler!"

Who would have thought that as soon as he said this, Demo Did would burst out laughing. "Hahaha, Fang, you clearly have no idea about my family’s resources! It’s no exaggeration to say that my family might lack other things, but when it comes to oil... let’s just say that when we turn on the faucet at home, oil is what comes out!"

Originally, Fang Chenyi had wanted to explain just how much of a gas-guzzler it was—that if you pushed it to around 400 mph, a full tank would last a dozen seconds at most. But seeing the guy’s high-and-mighty attitude, Fang Chenyi swallowed the rest of his words. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Just then, Demo Did suddenly spoke up. "Fang, how about this? I really love this vehicle! One hundred million US Dollars! How about it? I’ll give you one hundred million US Dollars!"

’One hundred million US Dollars?’

Hearing this, Fang Chenyi couldn’t help but purse his lips. "I say, Dimo, this is a fighter jet engine. Can your family even buy a fighter jet for a hundred million?"

"We can’t? The F-16s our country recently purchased were only a hundred million US Dollars each."

’Only a hundred million US dollars? A single helicopter cost over three hundred million, so how can a fighter jet be worth just one hundred million?’

Thinking this, Fang Chenyi pulled out his phone to check online and, sure enough, found that many fighter jets cost even less than a hundred million US dollars. This put him in an awkward position.

But while he was embarrassed, he didn’t let it show. Instead, he gave his precious Gongnong-7 a reluctant look and muttered:

"Sigh, I know the price of a fighter jet is only so much, but I’m just a bit reluctant to part with it. But forget it, forget it. What can I do? I’m just a warm-hearted person. To make sure you have face in your social circle when you go back home, for one hundred million US Dollars, the vehicle is yours!"

Seeing Fang Chenyi finally give in, Demo Did was incredibly excited. He then turned an expectant gaze to Fang Chenyi. "Um, Fang, can you give me the key to the vehicle now? I can’t wait to take it out for a spin!"

Fang Chenyi, however, waved his hand. "Not so fast, not so fast. I don’t know if you’ve heard that old Huaxian saying, ’Even brothers keep clear accounts.’ Let’s settle the payment first, and then I’ll give you the key!"

"Oh, Fang, you Huaxians have so many ancient sayings. But that one does make sense. Alright then, give me your account number, and I’ll transfer the money right now!"

[CCB] Your CCB account ending in 8888 received a transfer of 650,000,000.00 Yuan from a Swiss Bank on May 28, 2020. Your new balance is 1,331,256,148.25 Yuan.

Seeing his account balance instantly break the one billion mark, Fang Chenyi’s excitement was beyond words.

After receiving the money, under Demo Did’s expectant gaze, Fang Chenyi flipped open a small metal box next to Demo Did’s seat. Reaching inside, he pulled out a large, gleaming stainless steel hand crank.

He shoved it into Demo Did’s hands.

Demo Did, however, was completely baffled. "What the heck is this thing?"

He held the crank, looking it over from left to right, but couldn’t figure out what kind of treasure it was supposed to be.

Fang Chenyi glanced at Demo Did’s clueless expression, pursed his lips, and then pulled him over to the front of the tractor.

"Come on, Dimo, see this here? This thing I gave you is the key to the Gongnong-7. Here, you stick it in here... yes... now, put your hand here, this is the decompression lever... right, right... Hmm, your stance is pretty good. Now you can use all your strength and shake your hips!"

CHUG... CHUGGA-CHUGGA... CHUGGA-CHUGGA-CHUGGA...

As Demo Did’s whole body shook with the effort, the tractor roared to life with a chugging sound.

"My god, this start-up method is so unique! But I love it! Ahahaha, so badass! Oh, but it looks like I’ll have to get an LV strap for it later. Then I can just sling it over my shoulder!"

He lifted the heavy, ten-pound-plus crank, miming slinging it over his shoulder a couple of times. Then, as he walked back to the driver’s seat, he continued speaking:

"Can I drive it now? Oh, Fang, I’ve flown a helicopter before, but how do you operate this thing?"

Hearing Demo Did’s muttering, Fang Chenyi could already picture the guy carrying the huge crank on his back like a rifle.

"This is the throttle lever, pretty awesome, right? This is the gearshift, you gotta yank it back like this..."

After nearly ten minutes of instruction from Fang Chenyi, Demo Did was finally able to slowly drive the tractor out of the gate of Garage No. 16.

A moment later, Fang Chenyi led the way in his Bugatti, while Demo Did, dressed in a white robe and headscarf, followed behind in the tractor. The two vehicles headed toward Fang Chenyi’s Villa No. 3.

As they passed a small plaza, Fang Chenyi, driving with his window down, vaguely heard several people pointing and gossiping:

"Hey, look, the guy driving the tractor is a foreigner! Look at how he’s dressed, just like someone from the Middle East."

"Hey, hey, look at that dumbass waving at us. Shit, is there something wrong with him? He’s even whistling at us. Why is he as excited about driving a tractor as if he were in a sports car?"

Glancing in his rearview mirror, Fang Chenyi saw that Demo Did was indeed waving excitedly and smugly at the crowd in the plaza, looking like a leader on inspection being welcomed by the masses.

Of course, at that moment, Demo Did was feeling quite thrilled. ’Heh, the Gongnong-7 really is badass! They’re all staring at me with envy, jealousy, and hate! Hehe, they’re jealous already? Just wait until I get back and load this thing up with a truckful of babes. Won’t they be even more envious then?’

[To be continued...]