Translator:Nyoi-Bo StudioEditor:Nyoi-Bo Studio
"Mr. Li, your car has been delivered, please come and sign for it." A voice came through the phone. It was the red bearded foreigner from the European shipping company.
"OK, please wait for a minute, I'm coming right now." Dai Li hung up the phone, and looked at Dingtian Xiao apologetically.
"President Xiao, please excuse me, I have to go downstairs. My gift for Yunan has arrived, I have to sign for it."
Dingtian Xiao waved his hand, poker-faced, seeming to be indifferent.
However, soon after Dai Li left the room, Dingtian Xiao involuntarily moved beside the window, looking at the roadster being unloaded.
This young man did buy a roadster! Is this a coincidence? Dingtian Xiao suddenly felt like he was being smacked in the face. This feeling was strange, as he hadn't experienced such a feeling for a long while. Zhicheng Huang knocked on the door, then came in. He looked at Dingtian Xiao, then asked:
"President, would you like me to go watch him, to ensure that he won't mess anything up?"
"OK. You go watch him, that will reassure me." Dingtian Xiao seemed to suddenly remember something, so he said: "Go inquire about Dai Li's car.
What car did he buy for Yunan?"
"Understood." Zhicheng Huang immediately replied, but he looked a little surprised.
President never show any interest in cars, why does he care about this gifted car? Zhicheng Huang shook his head, as he walked out the room.
…
Liancheng Jia's face was filled with depression, but he was still unwilling to be defeated.
"It's just a jalopy!" Liancheng Jia snorted, and said: "A ten-year-old car. I wonder whether it can run or not. Even so, it must be slower than my new laferrari!"
Liang Chai moved to the front with a smiling face, asking: "Yang Chen, could you tell me how is this fxx's engine? How is its speed?"
This sulking saboteur! Liancheng Jia gave Liang Chai an angry look. He already knew that this guy was here humiliating him. Yang Chen replied honestly: "This car also has a 6262cc v12engine, according to what I know, and has a Formula One gearbox, so even though it doesn't have an advanced hybrid power system, its acceleration is no worse than Ferrari's newest flagship automobile. It speeds up to 100km/h within three seconds, to 200km/h within seven seconds, and to 300km/h within fifteen seconds, none of these would be any problems. Fxx has a top speed of 390km/h."
"If I'm right, did you say that laferrari's top speed is 350km/h? Then this fxx is faster than laferrari!" Liang Chai smiled, glanced at Liancheng Jia, then said:
"I'm really curious about whoever bought such a legendary car as a gift."
Liang Chai's last sentence awakened many people. Before that, they focused on the car, but the key question now was, who had bought this car.
"Who sent this car here? That person indeed invested much!"
"Right, Mr. Jia put more than twenty million in his gift, and still isn't able to win.
Who is this Mr. Mystery?"
"He must have a powerful background, otherwise, how can he buy a Ferrari fxx? If I were him, I wouldn't even know where to buy it!"
As the crowd was busy discussing, Dai Li walked hurriedly towards that red beard.
"Mr. Li, would you like me to uncover the car now?" asked the red beard.
"Yes, please!" Dai Li nodded, signing his name on the receipt.
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"Who is he? Did he send the car?"
"Is he Yunan Xiao's boyfriend?"
"Boyfriend? No wonder he gave her such an amazing gift! But her boyfriend looks strange to me, which family does he come from?"
"Which family? I heard that her boyfriend was just a normal sports coach!"
"It can't be, don't you make fun of me. I can't afford this Ferrari fxx, let alone a sports coach!"
"I'm serious, Yunan Xiao said so herself. Her boyfriend is a coach, and is right in Dingtian Football Club!"
"I still can't believe it. How much can a coach earn? You think he's Hammam, earning millions upon million euros per year?"
"You are right, our domestic coaches, even earning million yuan per year, he should spend no money within thirty years to finally afford this fxx!"
"Do you think that it's a fake one? Like a model?"
The last sentence reminded Liancheng Jia of something. He seemed to catch a live-saving straw, which could reverse the situation.
That makes sense, he is only a coach, how can he afford Ferrari fxx, this must be a fake one! Thinking about this, Liancheng Jia shouted at Dai Li in the front: "Hey, pull off the plastic film, let's take a look at this Ferrari fxx!"
As Liancheng Jia shouted, some people followed him. Dai Li nodded at red beard, the latter one immediately picking up his tools and moving close to the car, preparing to peel away the protection membrane. This polymeric membrane could not be lacerated by any knife, only special tools, together with certain methods could peel it.
"Let me help you!" Yang Chen couldn't wait to see the fxx, so he rushed forward.
Red beard held his tools in his hand, and walked to the rear, as he needed to peel the protection membrane on the engine first. Since the engine was the core of a car, he must make sure that the core was alright. The reason why he came to the rear was because Ferrari fxx's engine was located at the rear, like most roadsters' were.
As red beard peeled the protection membrane on the engine, black metal lacquer surface appeared in front of the crowd.
"Black, this car is black!"
"Usually Ferraris are red, why is this one black"
"You see, I search fxx online, and they all look red, none of them is black.
This one is weird!"
Red was the traditional Ferrari color, so many people even thought that only red Ferraris could be called Ferrari. Liancheng Jia's laferrari was also red. As for the other colors, there were some, but not many. Many cars in the street were black and white, but to Ferrari, no matter whether black or white, as long as it was not red, it was non-mainstream.
Seeing this, Liancheng Jia suddenly asked out loud: "Yang Chen, this one is black. Is there any black fxxs?"
"Well, I'm not sure." Yang Chen shook his head: "But my collections are all red."
"Black Ferrari, rarely seen, huh? Is this a real Ferrari, or a fake one? I heard that there are some people specialized in stitching cars, who can make whatever you want" Liancheng Jia said in a loud voice, for fear that someone couldn't hear him.
There were some lawbreakers who specialized in stitching cars. A county collected various kinds of car components, and it was said that there was nothing they could not make. Hundreds of thousand of yuan for a Benz, four to five hundred thousand for a Bentley, seven to eight hundred thousand for a Lamborghini …. it was not a myth there. How couldn't the others tell Liancheng Jia's sourness in his words? It was just that he was not the only one who felt jealous, but rather, a lot of people waited to mock Dai Li.
The previous fashion sarcastic woman snorted in the crowd: "I say, how can a sport coach afford a tens of million roadster? This forgery is so unprofessional. You wanna fool us with a black Ferrari? Everyone knows that
Ferrari is red. You are making yourself look fat by slapping your own face!"
In the front, red beard ensured that the engine was alright, then began to peel the membrane on the door. On the black surface, a number "30" showed up.
"Uh-huh, a number? 30? What does it mean, odd-and-even license plate rule?
Liancheng Jia jeered.
But Yang Chen, who stood at the front, after noting the number, was taken aback.
"Seriously? No. 30, is it THAT fxx? No, it can't be! It's impossible!" Yang Chen murmured to himself.
Finally, the membrane on the front hood was also peeled off. At the center of the hood, a number "30" came into Yang Chen's eyes. 30, number 30, black fxx, only that car has such a painting! Is this indeed that car? Really? Yang Chen couldn't help but touch the "30" sign, then he turned to Dai Li, astonished.
"Is this Herr Haim, King of the Car's fxx?" Yang Chen asked seriously.
Dai Li smiled and nodded: "Yes, it was. But now, it's Yunan's!"
"Aw!" Yang Chen suddenly shouted, which gave Dai Li a good scare.
The next second, Yang Chen suddenly bowed down and leaned his upper body on the front hood, and kept kissing that "30" sign. If previously, Yang Chen looked like a sincere pilgrim worshiping, then currently, he was actually like a pilgrim, who was worshipping this black fxx!
"What's wrong with Yang Chen? Is he insane?"
"He must be crazy! Crying, laughing, shouting, he is crazier than before!"
"What is Yang Chen doing? Kissing the car? Isn't it gross?"
The crowd looked at Yang Chen confusingly. But red beard couldn't tolerate it at all. He stepped forward and lifted Yang Chen off the car, shouting: "Hey, move your mouth away from the car, don't smudge it, I haven't completed my delivery yet!"
"Please, I beg you, please let me touch it again! Just one more time!"
Yang Chen seemed to become a child seeing his favorite toy, as he kept begging red beard.
Fen Luo couldn't stand it, and he stopped Yang Chen, saying: "Yang Chen, mind your behavior, you are in public area, don't forget who you are."
Yang Chen then awakened. Seeing that the crowd was looking at him, he was embarrassed, and calmed himself down at once.
"What's wrong with you, Yang Chen, are you insane?" asked Fen Luo.
"No, I was too excited, really!" Yang Chen said: "I never expected to see the legendary fxx ever in my life!"
"The legendary fxx?" Fen Luo was confused. He looked at Yang Chen, then looked at the car, asking: "Are there legendary cars and non-legendary cars?"
"Well, I just mentioned, there are only 30 Ferrari fxxs in this world. In fact, the prototype car is included. The fxx prototype, which is the most unique fxx in the world, its number is 30!" Yang Chen said, pointing at the number "30".
"You mean, this car is its prototype?" Fen Luo was now enlightened, then he asked: "But you don't need to overreact like that, kissing a car?"
"The fxx prototype is different from the other 29 fxxs. It contains the most Formula One technology, in other words, the prototype is the most Formula-One-like roadster! This car can bring the driver a car-racing experience." Yang Chen's face was flushed, as he was in an extremely exciting moment. He continued: "Well, what I said was not the key point. Do you know to whom this fxx prototype belongs to?"
"Who?" Fen Luo asked subconsciously.
"Herr Haim, King of the Car! This is Ferrari's gift for Herr Haim's retirement, it's …