Chapter 140: Jinling's First LaFerrari, A Hot Topic on the Forums

Zhang Ya really wanted to say, so what if it’s big, and so what if it’s not? Does it have anything to do with you! Cheng Yao belongs to her! In the end, she didn’t say it out loud. Whether it’s big or long is something she knows herself; she doesn’t need other women to comment on it. She knew Cheng Yao was lecherous, and that’s fine, but sometimes when girls get lecherous, men really don’t stand a chance—take that little hoodlum Cheng Linlin, for example.

Rong Xuelin joined in the teasing, and eventually, Zhang Ya leaned over and kissed them both on the lips...

Rong Xuelin: "...?"
Cheng Linlin: "(╥﹏╥) I’m no longer pure!"

Zhang Ya couldn't stop laughing and teased, "Next time Cheng Yao comes over, we'll continue. As long as I have a bite to eat, I won't let you sisters go hungry."

"Get lost, you bitch! You used those lips that Cheng Yao... to kiss me..."
"Disgusting, I’m going to strangle you!"

Cheng Yao left, and she returned to school to continue practicing for the Star Cup competition in early November.

...

Having bid farewell to Zhang Ya, there were no sickening displays of tragic departure. He just exchanged a few words and slipped away. Cheng Yao drove the car to the designated spot. The towing operator was visibly nervous when he saw the LaFerrari.

"Boss, you want it delivered to Jinling?"
"Yes. Drive slowly on the road; it costs a fortune to repair this car."
"Right, I know, no problem..."

After the car was loaded, Cheng Yao hailed a taxi and headed straight to Hongqiao. Sitting in business class, sipping a drink, he scrolled through the trending topics and was caught by a multiple-choice question:

"If you were given 10 billion, and you had to survive on a deserted island for a year, you could only choose eight of the following:"
1. A beautiful nurse (opposite sex)
2. A bodyguard (opposite sex)
3. A loyal Tibetan Mastiff
4. M416 (unlimited ammo)
5. Lighter (unlimited)
6. Grain seeds (unlimited)
...

"You hit Cai Xukun like a basketball": I'm willing, I choose unlimited ammo.
"CHeung": Is the Tibetan Mastiff also the opposite sex?
"Thinking of your fluid": Why only one year? If I had these conditions, I’d choose to live there permanently.

Looking at these comments, Cheng Yao wondered, are they stupid? And the guy asking if the Tibetan Mastiff is the opposite sex—what exactly are you planning to do!? Of course, you choose three nurses and two sets of unlimited ammo, though you wouldn't need the M416 for one of them... After all, he comes equipped with his own gun.

Closing the feed, Cheng Yao thought this generation of netizens is hopeless; they don't even know how to answer a simple hypothetical.

He sent a message to Ouyang Aili and Ouyang Zhenli. The two sisters were living the good life, essentially in a constant state of shopping mania. In the photos they sent, their spacious apartment was piled high with gift boxes...

Ouyang Aili: Cheng Yao, I miss you. Can I come to Jinling to visit you?
Cheng Yao: Sure, come whenever you like. I’m free anytime.
Ouyang Aili: If my sister doesn't go, I'll go by myself.
Cheng Yao: Great. If you come alone, I’ll take you to the best food and most fun places in Jinling, and buy you figurines...
Ouyang Zhenli: (??????)...

If Ouyang Aili came alone, he might as well go see Lu Mengyao or Lin Ketong, but if Ouyang Zhenli came with her, that would be a different story entirely. That is true happiness... Besides, knowing the sisters’ habits, they were inseparable; it was impossible for them to come alone unless they had a falling out.

Obviously, that was impossible.

He arranged a time with the Ouyang sisters and booked their tickets—China Southern Airlines first class. He hadn't even flown first class himself; it was said the service was excellent, with one-on-one attention from flight attendants. Flight attendants always leave people full of unhealthy fantasies. Black silk stockings, long legs, high beauty.

He took a nap, and in the blink of an eye, it was eleven in the morning. The train arrived at the South Station, but his car wouldn't arrive until two in the afternoon. He took the subway to Xinjiekou, found a skewer shop, sat down alone, and ordered over a hundred yuan worth of food. Under the curious gaze of the waitress, Cheng Yao finished it in less than half an hour, then added a forty-eight yuan portion of six oysters to "replenish" himself. He usually exerted a lot of energy, so the oysters were just a bit of self-consolation. Fortunately, he had a strong physique, otherwise, he wouldn't be able to handle it.

Fed and watered, he headed to the company. Since Saturday, the staff at Shengxia Entertainment had realized that the man they had mistaken for an influencer or a photographer was actually their boss. The boss was right in their midst?

"Is everything ready?"
"Completely ready..."

Wang Yiming led Cheng Yao into the studio. The technicians were taking a break. Cheng Yao glanced at the platform; the overall design was quite good. Other than the UI for tipping rewards, everything else was basically the same as the major platforms.

Cheng Yao asked curiously, "Won't they sue us for this?"
"All major platforms are actually the same, but we have to buy the copyright for the live-streaming section, otherwise we really will get into trouble. Maybe not in the short term, but once you get big, some big companies will want to buy shares, and they could crush you in a minute..."

Cheng Yao nodded slightly. "Buy the copyrights for all the top-tier games for live streaming in the future to avoid that. Also, what’s the situation with Dragon Ball?"
"Several influencers are booked for Wednesday afternoon. You'll need to be there in person."
"Fine, arrange a hotel."
"Understood." Wang Yiming, who had transformed from a McLaren dealership salesman to an executive at Shengxia Entertainment, was naturally dedicated. He was responsible for a massive amount of work, and of course, the perks were good; the Mercedes E-Class provided to him made him feel great. As for the prospects, judging by the boss's attitude of burning money, it was clear he intended to fully capture the Jinling market before expanding outward.

The app, called Shengxia TV, already had streamers on board, and they had contacted the official League of Legends league to start advertising the app. He believed a large number of fans would join soon, and combined with future acquisitions and spending, it would be another large-scale platform launching.

He stayed at the company until 2:00 PM, when the delivery driver finally arrived at the agreed-upon location in the development zone warehouse. Cheng Yao rushed over in a taxi to collect his beloved car.

"There's no point in wearing fine clothes and walking in the dark; it’s better to return home in glory..." and show off!

As he approached the streets of the development zone, Cheng Yao saw the truck from afar; the Ferrari LaFerrari on it was exceptionally striking. There weren't many people around, but passing cars still stopped to watch. Cheng Yao got out of the taxi, and the driver said, "The owner is here, go ask him..."

A young man in a Cadillac pulled up, and several other car owners were gathered around. A LaFerrari—perhaps there was only one in all of Jinling... At any rate, they had never seen one. Seeing Cheng Yao, the car owners were shocked. He’s so young? Well, it makes sense; a car like this must be driven by a second-generation rich kid.

"Brother, your LaFerrari is cool!"
Cheng Yao adjusted his sunglasses, glanced at the group, and joked, "Would I buy it if it wasn't cool?"
"Hahaha, that's true. How much does this one cost?"
"Second-hand, 800 kilometers, 35 million."

Cheng Yao stated a figure that made them despair. He didn't mind satisfying their curiosity with such a demand. 35 million—the driver gasped.

"Boss, I'm unloading it now."
"Go ahead."

The moment the LaFerrari hit the ground, it was destined to be the focus of young people. Cheng Yao took out the key, opened the door, and got in. The frameless butterfly doors, even more stylish than the McLaren's, were impossibly cool. He closed the door, hit the gas, and left the development zone with a roar, heading straight for the city center.

In the city, the Ferrari left everyone in the dust. This car was a real gas guzzler; he had to stop at a gas station to fill it up before continuing.

*Vroom, vroom, vroom...*

His first order of business was to go to the DMV to register it. He picked a very ordinary license plate; hanging it on a LaFerrari made it look quite inconspicuous. Then he visited an auto repair shop, but the ordinary ones couldn't handle the paintwork. He asked Chen Xingyan and the others, and they knew of a high-end shop that could help with touch-ups... Spending money didn't matter; as long as there were scratches, his obsessive-compulsive disorder couldn't stand it; it just nagged at him. Nobody wants their "wife" to come with scars, right?

He planned to go brag to Qin Haoran and the others at night, but during the day, he had to go to school. He had been longing to show off his Ferrari at school for a long time. There were students driving Porsches and teachers driving luxury cars—the male teacher in the next department even drove an Audi A7... It was all for the sake of showing off; if you didn't show off, there was no point.

The pursuit of something better and more excellent is human instinct. Along the way, Cheng Yao drove spiritedly but didn't speed or break any traffic laws; his driving skills were just that good.

By the time he got back to school, it was already four o'clock. Cheng Yao thought, what am I doing coming to school at four?

Damn.

The red LaFerrari appeared on the street, and everyone turned to look. Security guard Old Man Qin opened the gate, and Cheng Yao zoomed into the school, parking in the faculty-student lot. Less than half an hour later, the school forum was buzzing.

Chen Tao, Junior in the School of Economics: "La... LaFerrari! Which big shot in the School of Economics does this belong to? I want to call him Daddy!?"
Tang Yuchun: "Looking at this car, I see the shadow of my father. I’m going to go find him now; I hope he can still recognize the son he lost all those years ago."
Ding Yumeng: "It's just a Ferrari, what's the big deal? It's a car worth a few million; I see them in front of bars all the time."
Wang Chonghuan: "To the person above, this is a LaFerrari. Check the price online before you speak."

...

Cheng Yao, the one who ignited the forum, was sitting in the classroom for the last period of the afternoon. He looked at Liu Hanyue in front of him and tapped her on the shoulder.

"Notes, lend them to me."
"No..."

Liu Hanyue said without turning her head. She felt irritable whenever she saw Cheng Yao; her mind was in turmoil, and she felt like she couldn't return to how things were before. Cheng Yao was speechless. It was indeed his fault for provoking Liu Hanyue, but he really hadn't controlled his emotions well and had done many things he shouldn't have and said unnecessary things. Or rather, he shouldn't have flirted with her in the first place.

Now Liu Hanyue seemed to have fallen for him, which made Cheng Yao feel a bit guilty... But he didn't dare say anything now. If he said something sickening like "I was just playing around" or "I was joking," he figured he and Liu Hanyue would break off completely. After thinking it over, the best solution seemed to be letting time resolve the issue. Time is a butcher's knife that can erase all traces.

However, Cheng Yao forgot one thing. They had been together for four years of university, and he was sitting right behind her—how could she forget?

Cheng Yao didn't think too much about it and didn't mention the notes again. Wang Churuo watched the two of them fall into a cold war, not knowing how to help. She sighed and said nothing, chatting with him as usual. She felt like their triangular relationship had collapsed. That was her most direct feeling; they couldn't hang out happily like they used to.

After class, Cheng Yao stood up to leave.
Wang Churuo called out, "Cheng Yao, want to go eat together?"
"Not today, I have plans," Cheng Yao politely declined.
"Alright, bye." Wang Churuo felt a bit disappointed and waved.

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