Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 566 Zhang Lang Wants to Lick the Car

His tone carried a hint of reminiscence:

"Originally, it was a close friend of mine who works in high-end real estate development. During the project design phase, he specially reserved a core unit for me. The location and layout were the best of the best. It was never even shown on the sales control chart at the sales office."

At this point, his tone shifted to a barely perceptible hint of apology and pragmatism:

"But right now, we have several large projects under construction, and the company has a huge need for cash flow. My personal funds are also basically tied up in these projects, so I can't spare such a large amount of spare money to take them on in the short term."

Unfortunately, my buddy, out of consideration for our friendship, has been stubbornly holding onto the shares for me, preventing them from entering the market. This means I've been tying up a huge amount of his tied-up capital, and I've felt uneasy about it for a long time, always feeling like I owe him a favor.

He looked at Ye Fan with sincere eyes: "Brother Ye, since you happen to have this need and have high standards, why don't you go and take a look? The items are definitely top-notch, it just depends on whether they suit your taste."

Upon hearing this, Ye Fan chuckled and touched his nose, his tone carrying just the right amount of humility:

"Oh dear, now that Brother Jiang has said that, does this mean I've stolen someone else's love? I'm a little embarrassed."

"Hey! Look at what you're saying, Brother Ye! What kind of 'stealing someone's love' is this?!"

Jiang Yi waved his hand generously, his expression sincere, even carrying a hint of "I'm begging for your help":

"I'm willing but unable to afford this house right now; there's no way I can take it on. I can't just let my friend wait around, losing interest and incurring a debt of gratitude, can I? Wouldn't that make me a swindler?"

He emphasized:

"Brother Ye, if you're interested today and buy it without hesitation, it will not only help my friend out of his predicament and recover his funds, but it will also settle a long-standing debt of gratitude and a worry that has been weighing on my mind for a long time! This is a win-win situation! I'll be thanking you profusely!"

Seeing that Jiang Yi had put his mind to this point, clearly stating the reasons, emotions, and benefits, and adopting a humble and sincere attitude, Ye Fan stopped pretending to be coy.

He deftly brushed off non-existent dust from his trousers, stood up with a flourish, and his movements were decisive and swift.

"Alright! Since Brother Jiang has put it that way, it would be too formal for me to refuse."

He smiled broadly: "Let's set off now, strike while the iron is hot! Let's take a look at both of your lakeside office building and this prime riverside penthouse! Efficiency is our priority!"

"Let's go!"

Jiang Yi also perked up, stood up, and showed a relieved and expectant smile on his face.

The long-standing issues of assets and interpersonal relationships may finally find a perfect solution today.

The group of top-tier second-generation elites in the private room, who usually love to join in the fun and seek thrills, were all as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood, their adrenaline soaring.

This is much more exciting than watching a supercar launch or auction; it's a live-action version of a "wealth myth"!

They insisted on forming a team to go to the event together to witness the event, because they didn't want to miss any exciting moments.

A large group of people, like stars surrounding the moon or a king about to go to war, accompanied Ye Fan as they walked out of the quiet courtyard of [Cuiwei Tea House], chatting and laughing.

Upon arriving at the spacious yet private parking lot behind the villa, the scene before one's eyes immediately becomes visually striking, resembling a small-scale top-tier car show.

The cement ground was filled with all sorts of vehicles that showcased individuality and wealth.

There are Lamborghini and Ferrari supercars with explosive lines and cool colors, like cheetahs waiting to pounce.

There are rugged off-road vehicles like the Mercedes-Benz G63 with its high chassis and rugged tires, such as the Land Rover Defender, which exude wildness.

There are also top-of-the-line business vans such as the dignified and sophisticated Mercedes-Benz S-Class, Bentley Flying Spur, and the comfort-first Toyota Alphard.

However, in this dazzling array of high-end cars...

The moment everyone stepped out of the teahouse, they were all involuntarily captivated by the "steel behemoth" that occupied the central position of the parking lot like a king, stealing their breath and attention!

It was a dark gray Pagani Huayra with a dark, mysterious metallic sheen.

It lay there quietly, yet exuded an unparalleled sense of presence.

The carbon fiber body lines are so smooth they're almost futuristic, full of aerodynamic aesthetics. Every angle and curve has been meticulously calculated, and under the slightly soft sunlight of a late autumn afternoon, it reflects a cold and imposing mechanical aesthetic luster.

The vehicle doesn't resemble an industrial product; rather, it's a meticulously crafted, soulful piece of mobile art, like a stealth fighter jet from the future that has temporarily folded its wings, ready to unleash a roar that tears through the air at any moment.

Its value is a whopping 60 million!

This transcends the scope of most "toys" and is a true "divine object" standing at the pinnacle of the automotive industry, symbolizing status and ultimate taste.

As a well-known "supercar fanatic" and "data enthusiast" in the industry, Zhang Lang's eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and his breathing suddenly became heavier.

He didn't even bother to glance at his own Ferrari, which he usually treasured dearly, and took the lead, almost sliding over in a "sliding tackle" motion.

Then, with his rear end sticking out, he began to circle the Pagani with an almost reverent, pilgrimage-like posture.

He kept a careful distance, his hands wanting to touch it but not daring to actually touch it, as if he was afraid that even the slightest heavy breath would taint the priceless carbon fiber surface.

"My goodness! This...this is Old Ye's legendary Pagani, the ultimate supercar that only exists in legends?"

Zhang Lang's voice trembled and changed due to extreme excitement and shock. He held his hands in the air, tracing the perfect outline of the car body from a distance.

"These lines, this texture, this is the ultimate romance for men! Absolutely amazing! Absolutely incredible!"

Although the second-generation rich kids here all love and know about cars, a car worth tens of millions is enough for them to become the center of attention and drive with impunity on the road.

Today, we are faced with this "industrial art" and "identity symbol" that is worth 60 million, is a limited edition worldwide, and is so rare that even money can't guarantee you a spot. It usually only appears in car magazines and top-tier garages.

Not to mention Zhang Lang, even Jiang Yi, who always regarded sports cars as just a means of transportation and preferred practicality, had his eyes shining and couldn't help but swallow hard. His assessment of Ye Fan's strength was once again wildly increased.

"Alright, stop touching things like you're an archaeologist, like you've never seen the world before."

Wu Shaojie looked at Zhang Lang's exaggerated expression, as if he wanted to lick the car wheels on the ground, and chuckled, shaking his head.