Lu Nanchen was woken up by his phone’s alarm clock in his bed in Chang Ming University’s staff dormitory around 1:30 in the afternoon.
He had set a precise 30-minute siesta after digesting his lunch. Hearing the alarm, he sat up in bed, his upper body bare, displaying smooth muscle contours. He was the type who looked thin in clothes but muscular without. His muscles weren’t huge, but they were firm. From broad shoulders to a narrow waist, his abdominal muscles appeared faintly under the covers.
The bed set was in shades of grey.
The faculty dormitory at Chang Ming University was designed for single occupancy, albeit not very large, roughly over forty square meters, and came with its own bathroom and balcony.
Only a slit of the curtain was pulled aside, a ray of sunlight streamed in on the bed where dust particles were seen floating.
With his hair ruffled from sleep, Lu Nanchen picked up his phone and turned off the still ringing alarm. The screen displayed a flood of WeChat messages.
Inevitably under students’ pressure, the student committee representatives had shared Lu Nanchen’s WeChat account, resulting in a red notification bubble flashing 99+ messages.
Looking at the chat page, the top three messages were from Yu Ting.
I Want To Be Rich: I feel Ferrari is pretty good. Let’s buy one of those.
Lu Nanchen took a while to process, staring at the message, frozen on his bed, then rubbed his eyes and looked again.
I Want To Be Rich: I feel Ferrari is pretty good. Let’s buy one of those.
A Ferrari?
Lu Nanchen: ?
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Yu Ting’s single sentence brought a momentarily stunned silence to the 4S shop. The receptionist was flustered and so was the manager.
Zuo Fugui, listening to this, craned his head a bit more.
This was interesting.
"Um, Miss, are you in a hurry? I can place an order with the factory now, and you can get the car in about half a month," suggested the manager, bending lower, and shot a displeased glance at the receptionist.
"No, I don’t plan to customize in your shop. Things turn out the way one wishes they would, and who knows what I might end up getting. Show me the most expensive cars in your shop."
Yu Ting openly criticized the manager’s suggestion, thoroughly embodying the saying, "money talks," and continued to look disdainfully at the receptionist.
Such a snob.
"That can be arranged. Look at this one. It is currently the most expensive car in our shop, costing over 30 to 40 million, featuring the latest specifications, a top speed of 440 km/h, it is also the best-looking model on the market right now, crafted by multiple designers over several months, and it’s a recent arrival," the manager led Yu Ting to a silver-grey Ferrari supercar and began introducing its features.
One car was far from enough to reach the target of 70 million, so the manager led Yu Ting to a pure black supercar. It wasn’t as eye-catching as the previous one, but the overall design was smoother, and the edges added a sharp element. The all-black design gave off a cool vibe.
Seeing Yu Ting and the manager walk towards this car, Zuo Fugui felt an uneasy twitch in his eyebrows.
Damn, my prized possession.
"This one is also great, also over 30 million, with the fastest and latest configuration, top speed up to 460 km/h, it can accelerate rapidly. The car’s design is quite fluid and its interior comfort is also high. This is a hot-selling model right now and there aren’t many of these in the world."
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