"So you're already making demands about blind boxes? How can you be sure I'll keep my promise if you don't give me specific details?"
“Because you’ve always kept your word. If I’m wrong, then I’m willing to accept the loss.” Zuo Baixuan nodded slightly, acknowledging her own statement, as if giving Luan Yenan a very high evaluation.
Luan Yenan didn't respond, but just smiled silently, seemingly enjoying it.
Capitalists are cunning.
But sophisticated capitalists prefer to use sophisticated methods rather than resort to underhanded tricks.
Capitalists like Luan Yenan, who enjoy using their methods, prefer to leave their opponents speechless within the rules they control.
Keeping promises is her obsession, and also her way of adding fun to her life.
“Okay, even if it’s a blind box, it’s still an equal exchange. I agree.” Luan Yenan started the vehicle again.
Zuo Baixuan leaned back due to inertia, while relaxing her body.
Glancing sideways at Luan Yenan's sharply defined features, she felt as if she could grasp his temperament and way of doing things.
This cunning fox doesn't concern itself with details when it comes to things that are interesting enough.
For example, someone as shrewd as her must know that blind boxes are only called blind boxes to buyers, while for sellers, how much money they make depends entirely on their conscience.
Along the way, Luan Yenan did not ask Zuo Baixuan about anything related to the blind box requirements.
Similarly, Zuo Baixuan did not ask Luan Yenan about his destination for the day.
But after sitting for more than half an hour, I found that the surrounding environment was becoming more and more unfamiliar, and the tall buildings in my field of vision were gradually replaced by natural landscapes.
grassland?
farmland?
The surrounding vehicles changed from commuter cars to trucks and then to a truly deserted place.
It's important to know that Beijing has a very high population density.
Even if you go to the outer ring road, it won't be like this.
But how did we end up in the middle of nowhere after just half an hour's drive from the city center?
This made Zuo Baixuan instinctively tighten her grip on the seatbelt.
Soon, a loud "boom" from the side caught her attention.
A bright yellow sports car sped past in the left lane.
Then, with another loud "boom".
A bright purple sports car was in hot pursuit, quickly veer into the right lane in an attempt to overtake.
The bright yellow car refused to give way and even deliberately crossed the line to intimidate the other driver.
The two cars were jostling each other, neither giving way.
And then disappeared from sight at Luan Yenan's steady speed.
As the thrilling and exciting highway racing unfolded before her eyes, Zuo Baixuan suddenly remembered the rumors circulating on campus that Luan Yenan had a group of friends who loved racing.
Several rich kids spent money to buy professional and amateur racing teams, and they love to gather at the suburban racetrack to enjoy themselves with luxury cars and beautiful women.
They are amateur race car drivers themselves.
Luan Yenan himself is a prime example of someone who is both bad at the game and loves to play.
Various versions of the joke circulated on the forum, and Jiang Lingdan shared them.
The destination of this trip is becoming increasingly clear.
Zuo Baixuan loosened her grip on the seatbelt and looked at Luan Yenan, who was obediently holding the steering wheel, with curiosity in her eyes.
How could she possibly scam money in this place? She could think of many ways to get Luan Yenan to continue racking up debts.
Driving east along the highway, we finally saw the huge racetrack nestled among lush trees.
Looking at the racetrack from a distance, the stadium resembles a regular shopping mall, except that the glass walls on the exterior are decorated with brands, with only car logos visible and nothing else.
Giant racing car graffiti was sprayed on the blank walls of the building.
Hot air balloons hung around, and banners and ribbons were stretched out, displaying the words "Luxembourg International Circuit" in large characters.
As they got closer, the wall, which had been hidden by the surrounding trees, came into view, and the racetrack was now fully visible.
Through the metal mesh fence, one can see a large spectator stand in the distance. Many spectators are watching the exciting match unfolding on the field.
The area below the stands was filled with billowing smoke and bustling activity.
Before even entering the parking lot, you could hear the deafening roar of the engine, even more powerful than what you hear on the highway, and there was even the sound of tires rubbing against the ground that made your scalp tingle.
Luan Yenan drove into the parking lot following the signs.
We drove to the closest point to the entrance and stopped. All around us were luxury cars, supercars, and at the very least, entry-level sports cars.
Only Luan Yenan's small car, given to him by his mothers, seemed out of place.
That's normal.
Today is a workday, and those who have the leisure to come to this desolate place to watch racing are either professionals with special skills or have some assets.
Not to mention that racetracks and the car brands that set up shop there will display their luxury cars at the entrance as a showcase.
Those who dare to park alongside luxury cars and occupy entrance spots are either investors or wealthy second-generation heirs with both leisure and money; none of them are anything less than rich and powerful.
Even if some "ordinary people" were to wander in, they wouldn't be as careless as Luan Yenan, parking a car in the 200,000 to 300,000 yuan range next to a car in the 200,000 to 300,000 yuan range.
After all, you need to consider whether the insurance premium will be enough to cover any minor scrapes or bumps.
Luan Yenan has a calm mindset. She doesn't have any requirements for her car, and she doesn't feel inferior to others just because her car is not as good as theirs.
Oh, no, that's not right.
To be precise.
No matter what happens, Luan Yenan will never have the idea of being "inferior".
Even before getting out of the car, she casually remarked, "I wonder if the two mothers helped pay the insurance premium for this car."
For a moment, Zuo Baixuan thought that Luan Yenan's talk of exchanging life for money and cheating people was about insurance fraud.
But it can't be that bad, this person is just crazy, not stupid.
When Luan Yenan and Zuo Baixuan got out of the car.
Two men were arguing not far away.
The man with his hair dyed yellow and purple highlights was just as eye-catching as the bright yellow and flamboyant purple sports cars behind him, drawing attention wherever he went.
The two didn't stop arguing even when surrounded by onlookers, continuing to debate the result of the previous match.
They argued endlessly about whether the first person to arrive at the parking lot or the first person to get out of the car would win, and kept saying things like, "I just got the property certificates for two villas in the Second Ring Road, do I need your one house in the Third Ring Road?" and "I have six sea-view apartments in the south of the city, it's not like I can't afford to lose."
Whether this is an argument or a display of wealth, only they themselves know.
As soon as Zuo Baixuan got out of the car, her gaze only briefly swept over the two of them before she took small steps to Luan Yenan's side and took her arm.
Luan Yenan flicked his hair, tossing the hair off his shoulders behind him to make room for Zuo Baixuan's head.
Zuo Baixuan glanced at her and then leaned against her.
When Zuo Baixuan is willing to cooperate, it makes things much easier for the second party.
Even if someone deliberately sends paparazzi to follow them now, they can only find evidence of their love.
But before the two could express their emotions, they were interrupted by the two arguing men.
"Isn't this the famous Miss Luan from Beijing? She's driving a very discreet car; I almost didn't recognize her." The blond-haired man's hoarse voice, a result of excessive smoking and drinking, drew everyone's attention to Luan Yennan.
"Changing cars isn't the point; what's interesting is that you've even changed your taste in Omegas. Miss Luan really knows how to have fun!" The purple-haired man's voice became even more greasy as he shouted.
Zuo Baixuan frowned slightly upon hearing this.
These Alphas always describe Omega as if it were an object, which is disgusting.
After listening to the two men's tone, Luan Yenan pondered for a moment. Although the original owner of this body was casual in making friends, all his fair-weather friends had scattered after his downfall. Among the remaining contacts and social media accounts, there were none that matched these two.
It seems they haven't been in Beijing's social circle for long and thought they could attract attention by criticizing others.
Just like their "unintentional" flaunting of wealth, it was just as childish.
Luan Yenan ignored them and gently shook Zuo Baixuan's hand: "This place is considered a high-class venue, and people like this are only a minority. Just follow me in a bit, don't worry."
His tone carried the emotion of having been almost interrupted.
His gentle and tender manner was so unbelievable that even Luan Yenan himself found it somewhat unbelievable.
Those around him felt a sense of relief upon hearing this.
Miss Luan's name is so famous that even if people in this circle don't recognize her face, they can associate her name with the legendary image.
Many of them are wealthy second-generation heirs from other places. When they inquire about people in Beijing's social circles, the first thing they hear is gossip about Miss Luan.
But why is the rumored crazy, scumbag A's style actually like this?!
Both the blond-haired and purple-haired men were stunned for a moment.
Knowing that Luan Yenan's family was not to be trifled with, and that he himself was a madman who had done many well-known things.
But that's all.
After all, she sold the "front-end" secrets, ruining a big business deal for the company, and her falling out with her family had long been a laughing stock.
The wealthy second-generation elites in the industry certainly don't take her seriously.
Although both of them came from families outside the region, their families were smaller than the Luan family, but their networks were intricate and complex. When elders met, they would show each other courtesy and restraint, but there was really no concept of having to give face to each other between the second generation.
I just didn't expect that all my pretense would be thrown into cotton, and I wouldn't even hear a sound.
Zuo Baixuan was also puzzled by Luan Yenan's attitude. Or perhaps she simply didn't understand the ways of the rich second-generation circle.
Only the ears turned red from the whispered harmonies.
She covered her mouth with her hand and asked in a low voice, "Don't we need to build good relationships with people in the industry?"
"Do they even deserve to be called part of this circle? We don't need to build relationships with people who don't know how to respect others. Especially those who disrespect my wife, aren't they slapping me in the face?" Luan Yenan said in a normal voice, without any attempt to hide his feelings.
The natural intimidation of a top-tier Alpha, coupled with the added aura, silenced the two troublemakers instantly.
Luan Yenan then put his arm around Zuo Baixuan's waist and led her towards the racetrack venue.