bioinnovel From Chapter 26 onwards, I will be the only passenger in your passenger seat!
From Chapter 26 onwards, I will be the only passenger in your passenger seat!
Peak Club.
The name sounds tacky, but it's actually the most exclusive private club in Jinghai City.
It is not located in the bustling city center, but rather perched on a low hill in the eastern suburbs. It covers an astonishingly large area and integrates racing, equestrianism, and golf. Membership fees start at eight figures and require referrals from existing members.
As the Rolls-Royce Cullinan smoothly came to a stop in front of the club's main building, Zhang Yan looked through the car window and saw only a cluster of brightly lit modern buildings, like a steel behemoth lurking in the night.
"get off."
Nie Qingcheng's voice pulled him back from his brief reverie.
The car door opened, and a middle-aged man in a black suit, with a straight posture, quickly stepped forward, his face full of respectful yet just the right amount of enthusiasm.
"Mr. Nie, what a rare guest! Why didn't you give me a heads-up beforehand? I could have had the place cleared out."
"I'm here to buy things, why are you clearing the area?"
Nie Qingcheng tossed the car keys to the waiter, the hem of her trench coat drawing an elegant arc in the night wind. She raised her chin and gestured to Zhang Yan behind her, "Pick him a car."
The middle-aged man is the general manager of this club; his surname is Wang.
He followed Nie Qingcheng's gaze and when he saw Zhang Yan's faded casual clothes, his expression froze for a moment, but he immediately resumed his professional smile.
"Sir, please come in."
Whether the person brought by Nie Qingcheng wore a dragon robe or a burlap sack was none of his business.
The first floor of the club is a huge exhibition hall.
It's less of a showroom and more of a private garage filled with top-of-the-line supercars.
The lights were as bright as day, and on the smooth, mirror-like floor, rows of awe-inspiring mechanical beasts sat silently.
Ferrari and Lamborghini are just entry-level models, while Koenigsegg and Bugatti Veyron are only placed in relatively ordinary positions.
Zhang Yan had lived for eighteen years, and for the first time, these things, which only existed in magazines and online pictures, appeared before him so densely and realistically.
The air was filled with the scent of high-end leather and cold metal.
"Just browsing." Nie Qingcheng put her hands in her trench coat pockets, looking relaxed, as if she were strolling through her own backyard.
Manager Wang stood beside him, beads of sweat already forming on his forehead.
Unable to fathom Nie Qingcheng's thoughts, he could only cautiously introduce, "President Nie, these are some newly arrived models, Pagani Huayra, limited editions worldwide, and this one is the only allocation in Asia..."
Nie Qingcheng stopped in her tracks, her gaze falling on the blue sports car with its exaggerated design and futuristic feel.
That car was less of a car and more of a work of art.
Its exquisitely smooth body lines, carbon fiber patterns covering the entire body, and the iconic quad exhaust pipes all highlight its high price.
Zhang Yan didn't know much about cars, but he knew that if he bumped into one, he might never be able to afford to pay for it in his lifetime.
"this……"
Nie Qingcheng extended her slender finger and pointed at the Pagani from a distance, then turned to Manager Wang and asked earnestly, "Is it convenient to buy groceries?"
"??"
Manager Wang's smile froze.
He opened his mouth, feeling that his professional competence was facing an unprecedented challenge.
Buy...groceries?
Using an 80 million yuan Pagani Huayra to buy groceries?
Zhang Yan's lips twitched violently.
He stepped forward, tugged at Nie Qingcheng's sleeve, and lowered his voice: "President Nie, stop fooling around."
"I didn't make a scene."
Nie Qingcheng looked at him innocently, "I'm seriously considering the practicality for you."
Zhang Yan took a deep breath. He felt it was necessary to educate this woman on some basic life skills.
He pointed to the Pagani's chassis, which was so low it was almost touching the ground, and explained in a serious tone, "This car's chassis is so low that it can't even go over the speed bumps in front of our school."
"Also, the roads to the market are full of potholes; once you drive in, you're unlikely to get out."
Several salespeople who were wiping down cars nearby dropped their towels upon hearing this.
They looked at Zhang Yan with the expression of looking at an alien.
This person...
He was actually discussing with Nie Qingcheng the feasibility of using a Pagani to go grocery shopping at the market?
What kind of brain circuit is this?
Manager Wang's lips twitched even more violently; he felt as if his worldview was being repeatedly rubbed into the ground.
Just then, a few frivolous whistles and whispers came from the other end of the exhibition hall.
"Hey, isn't that the piano prince who stole the show at Jiang University last night?"
"It really is him! What's he doing here? And that girl next to him... holy crap, she's gorgeous!"
"Tsk tsk, looks like they've found a new patron? I wonder if this rich woman is as wealthy as that Mr. Nie from last night."
Several rich kids dressed in trendy brands and flashy outfits were leaning against a yellow Lamborghini, pointing and gesturing at Zhang Yan and Nie Qingcheng.
They were also at the welcome party last night, sitting in the back row, and witnessed Zhang Yan's amazing skills and Nie Qingcheng's extravagant spending for him, but they didn't see Nie Qingcheng's face.
If they had even glanced at the campus forum, they wouldn't have said that.
At this moment, they naturally regarded Nie Qingcheng as another rich woman who had been "hooked" by Zhang Yan, and their jealousy and sourness were undisguised.
Zhang Yan frowned.
Nie Qingcheng acted as if she hadn't heard anything. She withdrew her gaze from the Pagani and seemed completely uninterested in the discussion of the rich kids.
She just shook her head with some disappointment: "The low chassis is indeed a problem."
She looked around and her gaze finally settled on the Rolls-Royce Cullinan in the very center of the showroom, the same model as the one they had driven in, but in a more imposing matte black.
"never mind."
Nie Qingcheng strode over there.
She reached out and tapped the Cullinan's heavy hood, producing a dull thud.
Then, she turned around and looked at the few rich kids who were still whispering among themselves, and also at all the employees in the exhibition hall who were listening intently.
Finally, her gaze returned to Manager Wang.
"This one will do."
Her tone was as calm as if she were picking out a cabbage at the market.
"It has a large interior space, the trunk can hold a lot of food, and the chassis is high."
She seemed quite satisfied with her choice, nodded, and then took a card out of her trench coat pocket.
A card that is completely black, without any extra markings, except for a small, inconspicuous logo in the corner.
When Manager Wang saw the card, his breath caught in his throat for half a second.
Centurion Black Card!
Top-tier credit cards with no spending limits!
Nie Qingcheng casually tossed the card to Manager Wang, her movements swift and decisive.
"Pay by card, full amount."
"Also, charter that Pagani and send it to Genting Resort. It's inconvenient for grocery shopping, but it's fine for an occasional drive."
boom--!
The entire exhibition hall seemed to have been hit by a silent bomb.
The mockery and frivolity on the faces of those rich kids froze and shattered instantly, leaving only blank stares and disbelief.
They were just laughing at Zhang Yan for finding a rich woman.
As a result, this "rich woman" showed them what true extravagance was in a way they never even dared to dream of.
I bought the Cullinan to carry vegetables.
Is he just casually buying an 80 million Pagani, just for "occasionally taking it for a spin"?
What does this mean?
This is no longer flaunting wealth; it's trampling on their pride in their wealth, crushing their dignity to dust!
Manager Wang held the thin card in both hands, feeling as if it weighed a ton.
His voice trembled with excitement: "Yes...yes, Mr. Nie! I'll get on it right away!"
Nie Qingcheng ignored everyone else.
She walked to the brand-new, matte black Cullinan, still smelling of ink, opened the door, and took out the car keys.
Then, she turned around and walked back to Zhang Yan, who was still standing there in a daze.
In the deathly silence of the entire venue.
The expressions on the faces of those rich kids, as if they'd seen a ghost.
She tossed the heavy car key with the Rolls-Royce logo to Zhang Yan as if it were a stone.
Zhang Yan instinctively reached out and caught it.
The cold, metallic feel of the key pressed against his palm, instantly bringing him back to his senses.
He looked at the car keys in his hand, then looked up at the woman in front of him who was smiling like a fox who had stolen some cream, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.
"I'll drive this to school from now on."
Nie Qingcheng extended two fingers and gently lifted his chin, forcing him to look into her eyes.
Those captivating fox eyes were filled with a smug smile and an undisguised possessiveness.
Her red lips parted slightly, her voice not loud, but like a thunderclap, it exploded in Zhang Yan's ears and in the hearts of all the eavesdroppers.
"I'd like to see."
"Which blind little vixen dares to get into your passenger seat?"
The moment the words fell, that familiar mechanical voice rang precisely in Zhang Yan's mind.
【Ding! 】
[Host detected to have acquired a new vehicle: Rolls-Royce Cullinan (Custom Edition)]
[Hidden skill reward triggered...]
[Congratulations, host, you have acquired: God-level Driving Skill (Mastery of All Vehicles)!]