"@Lin Chu, congratulations to our club on adding another supercar to the roster. Brother Chu just picked up a new Lamborghini STO. So badass! (Clap) (Clap)"

Liu Junfeng posted an @all announcement in the racing group chat for the 0755 Food, Drinks, and Fun Club.

Lu Ming had already posted this news in the group chat from their last boat trip.

Liu Junfeng had also called Lin Chu to congratulate him and, while he was at it, added him to the group.

It was, of course, a good thing for the club to have more luxury cars.

This main group chat didn’t have many members at the moment, only twenty-seven people.

But every one of them was a verified owner.

The circle was small, and the atmosphere was great.

"Holy shit, that’s fucking awesome, dude. How’s it feel?"

"Welcome, new friend..."

"This calls for a celebration, right? Brother Feng, organize something."

"Let’s go for a spin. Let’s roll."

"Spoken like a true Ferrari owner."

"Yeah, set it up. I’m bored to death..."

"Anyone at Ten Acres? Wanna go clubbing tonight?"

...

All sorts of messages popped up, one after another.

Some people also sent private messages to Liu Junfeng, asking about this new guy’s background.

After a while, Lin Chu finally replied in the group chat: "This car is solid. Fast, good-looking, and hard. The kind of hard that makes the ladies go ’ooh ooh’... Brother Feng, go ahead and set something up. I’m free whenever."

Liu Junfeng: "You got it. Let me think... I’ll plan something big."

...

Meanwhile, Lin Chu was still on the road, fully experiencing the "right-of-way" that came with a luxury car.

It wasn’t as obvious with the Yangwang U8.

But the Lamborghini was just too "domineering."

In any case, the cars next to him all kept their distance, their intention to yield clearly evident.

Of course, he himself was driving courteously—steadily, not cutting anyone off, not weaving, not showboating, and not speeding.

The car was expensive, sure, but it wasn’t built to withstand a crash. With its carbon fiber body, its safety rating might not even match a Wuling Hongguang’s.

Only when the lane ahead occasionally cleared and he stomped on the gas, feeling that intense push back into his seat and hearing Du Xiaoman’s scream from the passenger side, did Lin Chu feel he was getting his money’s worth.

After driving for ten kilometers, Lin Chu gradually got used to it. His biggest impression was the incredibly precise handling—a pure "man and machine as one" feeling where the car went wherever his hands directed.

His second impression was how much gas it guzzled, with an average consumption of thirty liters per hundred kilometers.

After all, with 640 horsepower, it was a monster.

It was then that Lin Chu suddenly experienced the joy of being a car enthusiast. He had felt a glimmer of it yesterday while playing with the Yangwang U8’s tank turn feature, but it was nowhere near as intense as this.

Driving all the way from Futian to South Mountain, he was almost near Wang Zhefei’s office when an idea struck him. Lin Chu got off the main road, turned toward the company, and gave him a call.

"I’m dropping something off for you. Come get it from your company’s underground parking garage."

Wang Zhefei: "Hang on, I’m still fixing a bug."

Lin Chu: "Five minutes. Hurry up, or I’m leaving."

"Don’t rush me, I’m coming, I’m coming."

Lin Chu pulled up to the elevator entrance in the underground garage.

When he saw Wang Zhefei walk out of the elevator, he honked the horn.

He froze for a second, looked over, and his gaze gradually fixed on the car. "Holy shit... Are you giving this to me?"

"You want it? Call me Daddy."

"Daddy! Please give it to me! Daddy, look at me! I’m your long-lost baby!"

"In your dreams. I haven’t gotten tired of it yet. We’ll talk after I do."

Lin Chu swore at him with a laugh, then turned to Du Xiaoman and said, "Why don’t you get out and rest for a bit? I’m gonna take my buddy for a spin."

"Mm."

Du Xiaoman nodded obediently, opened the door, and got out.

’She knew Lin Chu’s personality—he had a lot of friends, a lot of bros.’

’And he was extremely good to his friends.’

’Better than he was to her, it felt like.’

’Of course, Lin Chu definitely wasn’t gay. It was just his personality.’

Wang Zhefei got in the car.

Lin Chu glanced at him.

He raised his eyebrows.

’Not bad. Another new girl?’

Lin Chu didn’t respond. He stepped on the gas, drove out of the underground garage, and got back on the main road.

"You buy it?"

"Or rent it?"

Wang Zhefei asked after his initial excitement wore off a bit.

"Bought it, of course. Just picked it up."

Hearing this, his brow furrowed. "No, something’s not right. ’Fess up, what have you been into lately? Fuck, I don’t want to be visiting you in prison. Aren’t you afraid of getting your ass blown out until you can’t even hold in your shit?"

’All the ways to make big money are written in the criminal code.’

’He calmly analyzed that Lin Chu had, in all likelihood, gone down the path of illegal and criminal activities.’

’It was the finance industry, after all. Pretty normal.’

"Cut the crap, don’t just guess randomly. I’m not a fucking idiot... It’s just that I recently met a nice ’auntie’ and got myself a sugar mama."

Wang Zhefei: ...

"You son of a bitch! You’re the worst!"

"Bro, does your sugar mama have any good friends?"

Lin Chu: ...

"Nah, you’re too ugly. Rejected."

Wang Zhefei raised one middle finger. After a moment’s thought, he slowly raised a second one, holding them up forcefully.

Lin Chu sighed. "I feel you’re lacking the necessary respect for the Lamborghini. Of course, you don’t have to respect me."

"Oh, oh, oh, my apologies, Brother Lan."

He instantly backed down, corrected his mistake, and immediately retracted his middle fingers. Leaning back tactically, he let out a long sigh. "I really want to get railed in a car like this until my hair’s a mess."

Lin Chu: ?

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Tone it down a bit."

’So damn lewd.’

’But the lewder he was, the better.’

’If he were the serious, proper type of friend, like a "CFO" or a "dean of discipline," it would be really hard for me to farm money off him.’

"Alright, that’s enough. Let me take it for a spin, and then I’ll head back."

"I have a meeting later."

They were almost at the airport when Wang Zhefei volunteered to drive.

Lin Chu thought for a moment, then actually pulled over and switched seats with him. "Why don’t you just quit your job? I’ll support you."

"Get the hell out of here. You’re just a pretty boy living off a woman yourself."

He retorted mercilessly.

Lin Chu: "Thanks for the compliment. I’m serious, though. Quit your job. I’m planning to start a company, come work with me. I’ll use my sugar mama’s money to support you."

Wang Zhefei rejected him flat out. "Screw you! You go have your fun for now. The day your sugar mama dumps you and breaks your legs, I’ll still be here to make sure you don’t starve."

Lin Chu sighed.

’Tsk.’

’This was why his Intimacy was at one hundred.’

The two of them bantered lewdly all the way back to the underground garage.

Du Xiaoman was still there waiting, playing on her phone.

"I’m outta here! See you this weekend. I’ve still got to work on this bug for another two days."

Wang Zhefei got out of the car, waved, and left with a swagger.

Watching his retreating figure, Lin Chu couldn’t help but smile.

’No matter how rich I get, he’s still the same, completely unchanged. It was as if they were back in the days when they were just two broke losers.’

...

’However...’

’They had been hanging out for a while now, but Lu Ming and Liu Junfeng still hadn’t become system-verified friends.’

’It was probably because they hadn’t known each other long enough.’

’After all, those two were childhood friends. How long had he been part of their group?’

’Life definitely had an order to it. First come, first served. There’s only so much affection to go around; if you show up late, there’s none left.’

’It was true for love, and it was true for friendship.’

’Of course, even so, you could still find like-minded companions at different stages of life. They just became rarer and rarer.’

It was a rare moment of sentimentality for Lin Chu.

He met up with Lu Ming and Xiaolu for afternoon tea. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Suddenly, he received a new friend request on his phone. It was from the car club group.

He took a look.

The profile picture was of a man, shirtless and muscular, lying on his back in a vast, icy landscape, exuding a kind of rugged loneliness.

The WeChat nickname was: Wildman Li Kai (Wandering the Globe)

’Tsk.’

’Fucking wild.’

Without hesitation, Lin Chu accepted his friend request.

’You still have to make new friends.’

’After all, this was part of his "scope of business."’

’The more bros he had, the more avenues for wealth he’d have.’

...

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