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Dressed in a well-tailored, fitted, and perfect light purple suit, holding a luxurious briefcase, Yan Chengjie walked out of his upscale apartment with a spring in his step, humming a beautiful pop song.
Last night was the most comfortable and satisfying sleep he had ever experienced. No wonder he could wake up so early, looking so radiant and spirited; even his mood was exceptionally good.
Yan Chengjie hummed as he gracefully approached the beautifully landscaped area in front of the apartment and the stunning parking lot. However, he was astonished to discover...
His beloved car was missing!
The Lamborghini was gone!
Yan Chengjie stared at the brightly painted car occupying his parking space, which looked like a clown flaunting itself. Meanwhile, his own silver diamond-level Lamborghini had vanished without a trace!
Yan Chengjie had a grim expression on his face, squinting his eyes with a dark and deep gaze as he searched for traces of his beloved car. However, in the parking lot, among the few luxury vehicles, he could not find the familiar silver color he was looking for.
"Damn it!" His precious car had vanished! It had been stolen! Yan Chengjie cursed under his breath, feeling frustrated as he ran his hand through his neatly styled black hair.
He glanced at the Longines watch on his wrist and realized that he was going to be late for an important meeting scheduled for this morning!
Fuming, Yan Chengjie glared at the gaudy "Flower Car" that was occupying his parking space. Normally, he would give such a vehicle a chance to "turn over a new leaf," but today, with his beloved car stolen, he felt an overwhelming sense of loss. So...
Without hesitation, he pulled out his phone from his pocket and deftly dialed a number.
This was undoubtedly the most ridiculous and unattractive car he had ever seen since coming into this world.
A perfectly good car had been painted in five or six different colors, resulting in a sight that was nothing short of horrific. The artwork on the vehicle could easily rival the doodles of a three-year-old Picasso. The twisted and ridiculous color patterns, along with the absurdly comical hues, made one wonder if the 'artist' might have an IQ of no more than five.
He couldn't help but question which sane individual would dare to drive such a chaotic vehicle onto the streets without feeling utterly ashamed!
Under normal circumstances, he would have laughed until he couldn't stand up straight, but at that moment, he was unable to find any humor in it due to his own car being stolen.
Finally, after much effort, the phone connected, and a lazy voice came through on the other end.
"Hello? Is this the Towing Center?" Yan Chengjie's voice was clearly laced with impatience, not much better than the voice on the other end. "Could you please help? There's a car blocking..."
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