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The campus beauty of Shengjing University, a top student and the vice president of the student council, had seen her fair share of the world. How could she remain indifferent when a so-called Wealthy Woman appeared out of nowhere, trampling over others?
"Old hag!"
Lai Xiaoning nearly exploded with rage upon hearing those words. Did she really look like an old hag? She was only twenty-eight! Once upon a time, she was on the verge of becoming a popular star, but she had resolutely married her current husband, a charming and handsome businessman in his thirties. Over the years, she had kept up with her appearance, and this was the first time in three or four years that she had gone out. Her husband had always been worried about rumors damaging their reputation, but recently he had inexplicably allowed her to go shopping.
But now, being mocked by someone else was simply unforgivable. The outfit she wore was from the most fashionable styles of her time. Although she no longer had a stylist's advice, she still considered herself stylish as she gradually moved into high society from her humble beginnings. She had read countless fashion magazines.
Now, to be called an old hag by a girl was utterly unacceptable.
"That guy must be your sugar daddy, right? You could save up for a lifetime eating instant noodles and still not afford a car wheel. Come on everyone, look at this! And you expect that poor Chad to buy this sports car?"
"And here you are pretending to be wealthy. Those clothes you're wearing must have been exchanged for something else. What makes you think you can challenge me? I just bought a car outright; I'm picking it up shortly. You, you sly fox, will always be second-rate. Get off that car right now! Touch it? You can't even afford to touch it, fool."
Her words were crude and arrogant, resembling those of a typical village shrew who wasn't afraid of making a scene.
It seemed her friends understood her temperament well and fully supported her husband's decision to keep her indoors.
The two women were on the verge of tearing each other apart as the atmosphere grew increasingly tense. Zheng Yifan desperately wanted to diffuse the awkward situation.
He truly didn’t want to stoop to this woman’s level; their statuses were worlds apart. Would you really get angry at a mosquito buzzing in your ear?
Well… maybe.
But at that moment, Zheng Yifan certainly didn’t feel that way.
Just then, the sales manager rushed over from a distance, holding an entire contract and a brand-new car key.
His feelings were quite conflicted; in just a short while, how did things escalate into another argument with that crazy woman? It was exhausting. Of course, he had seen all sorts of customers before; dealing with such varied personalities could be quite a headache.
"Hey! The one selling cars! Yes! That's you! Are you here to deliver my car keys?" Lai Xiaoning stepped forward eagerly to grab the keys and contract from him.
He wanted to prove to the poor guy and that reckless woman that he could at least afford to spend here, buying a Land Rover instead of being like those two, who belonged to the kind of people who took the bus everywhere.
However, the sales manager in front of him looked clearly embarrassed as he awkwardly received the contract and keys into his arms, saying, "I'm sorry, ma'am, but this contract and keys are for the gentleman over there. I don't think you need to look at them again."
Handing the car keys and contract to Zheng Yifan, the sales manager continued, "We will process everything for you as quickly as possible. You just need to wait for our call, and we will come to your location to take care of everything."
As his words trailed off, a long Range Rover slowly pulled up at the entrance while everyone else stood there in shock.
"Thank you for your enthusiastic service. If you have time, please contact me. This model is also nice; please complete all the paperwork for the KR-S Model and deliver it to my home. Call me before you come," Zheng Yifan casually took the keys and decided to buy the car in front of him.
After all, both the model and interior were quite to his liking. Moreover, mainly due to Zheng Yifan's tendency to stay at home, he really didn't want to walk much. Since he was buying a car, why not buy two? One for show and one for practicality. Drive one and admire the other.
As for the supercar in his apocalypse garage, he could wait until he got to France to play with it. It wouldn't even be able to get registered in the country; driving it on the road would be a hassle. If he encountered someone wealthy and reckless who crashed into him without a care, it would be a waste of resources if that reckless person happened to be a charming girl.
Suddenly, it felt like a chill swept through everyone's hearts, turning into a sense of defeat inside the room.
"The Jaguar Sales is part of our company as well; please wait a moment while I handle your paperwork," the sales manager said joyfully as he hurried off to process everything.
"Haha... haha!" Lai Xiaoning, who had initially been so arrogant, now retreated slowly like a defeated rooster, his embarrassment evident on his face. At that moment, he wanted nothing more than to pull Zheng Yifan's dad out and ask why he was so rich yet let his son dress so poorly while trying to show off.
"No way? Classmate, are you really a Rich Tycoon?" Huang Mengni exclaimed in surprise while covering her mouth as she looked at Zheng Yifan. He looked just like those gaming nerds from school who spent their nights watching movies and playing games.
To think that such an ordinary-looking man was actually such a big Rich Tycoon; these two cars must cost several million.
Looking again at his outfit, Huang Mengni couldn't help but frown as a whiff of something unpleasant hit her nose.
It was fine outside the car, but inside she could smell it. She frowned again; how could someone so wealthy still have blood on them? Surely that money was stained with blood too.
Thinking this made Huang Mengni feel uncomfortable. But then she calmed down; after all, this was a society governed by law. If wealthy people wanted to do something shady, they wouldn’t need to get their hands dirty themselves. With this kind of extravagance—buying two cars at once—wouldn't there be plenty of girls from their school eager for some cash? Why would they bother putting in extra effort just for themselves?
Although Zheng Yifan had tried his best to remain like his old self, he was no longer that Otaku anymore.
Decisive in action, fearless and unyielding, there was no one who could replace Zheng Yifan. Although he lacked a strong charisma, he was simply himself.
Lai Xiaoning had quietly disappeared, unnoticed by anyone. The onlookers gradually dispersed; after all, they were there to see cars, and everyone was busy. In modern society, while people might be gossipy, they certainly wouldn't have the patience for any one thing for too long.
They were busy.
"Excuse me, could you do me a favor?" Zheng Yifan turned to Huang Mengni with a smile.
"Oh? What is it? I'll help if it's within my ability," Huang Mengni replied.
Zheng Yifan nodded and pointed to the long-wheelbase Range Rover outside. "That car I just bought. I heard you say, 'If a handsome guy came to pick you up in that car, you'd definitely get in without hesitation.' How about trying my car? I can take you anywhere you want to go."
Huang Mengni felt a bit awkward at the invitation; that comment was just a joke she made with her friends. Now that it was actually happening, she felt a bit anxious.
She didn’t know who Zheng Yifan was. What if he was a bad person?
Then she could only chuckle lightly. A bad person? The manager who came over to sign the contract just now had swiped away over three million. Her family's total assets were probably about that much.
"Sure! But I have one condition: I must drive, and if there's any damage or collision, you have to take responsibility for everything. He will be my witness," Huang Mengni said as she pulled over the cheerful sales manager who had just taken Zheng Yifan's signature.
"Alright, alright! I'll take responsibility; I'll even cover dinner. You can choose any restaurant in Shengjing, and I'll pay," Zheng Yifan said with a wry smile; she was quite the tough girl.
"Yay! This is going to be great! I'll take pictures and post them on social media; those girls will be so jealous!" Huang Mengni's transformation caught Zheng Yifan off guard; he could only smile bitterly at how he didn't understand this new generation of women.
After confirming that all the paperwork was complete, Zheng Yifan left Jessica's and Berry's phone numbers with the sales manager. As for whether he could understand French, he could only hope for the best. If he wanted to use the car and hadn’t received it yet, he could just go directly to the dealership to pick it up.
Outside the dealership, Huang Mengni stood next to the tall Land Rover door, lightly stretching her limbs like an Olympic sprinter before a race.
The Doll-Faced Girl beside her blushed and scolded her for being so shameless as to want to drive someone else's new car, not considering the possibility of crashing it and being unable to pay for it for life.
Zheng Yifan opened the car door across from them and jumped in. To be honest, luxury cars were incredibly comfortable; they were much more spacious than regular cars. Even stretching out felt easy—he could fully extend his arms. The back seat was even wider; the slender Doll-Faced Girl sitting in the back could practically use it as a bed. She stretched her arms happily and took out her phone, snapping pictures here and there before starting to take selfies.
Huang Mengni was no exception, and she quickly posted a photo to her social media.
It's truly exaggerated nowadays; people take pictures of their meals before eating, waiting until the food is almost cold to dig in. When going out to play, they snap a photo first before having fun, as if they would feel like something was missing otherwise.
If they were thrown into the Apocalyptic World for two months of Military Training, they would surely all get accepted into prestigious universities and become social elites.
The harshness of the apocalypse toughens one's resolve.
"Vroom!" With a roar of the accelerator, the car lurched forward, followed by another loud rev.
In the end...
It stalled! Such a good car, with a powerful Engine, had been choked to a stop by her. After another attempt to rev the engine, the car started moving slowly, as if it were an elderly lady over a hundred years old.
It crawled forward at a speed barely exceeding ten miles per hour.
Five minutes later...
She was completely lost. (To be continued)
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