Tycoon: I Have an Unlimited Modifier novel Chapter 405

Chapter 405: Chapter 210: I’m Set on This Friend

Longbai Restaurant, Yong Mansion.

When Qi Sheng and the others arrived, Fu Songyang had already been waiting at the restaurant entrance for a long time.

"Haha, Old Fu, you’ve really grown up. You actually know to come out and welcome your daddy."

Wang Han said with a laugh as he got out of the car, teasing his friend.

"I wasn’t waiting for you, you idiot. Piss off."

Fu Songyang laughed, cursed, and pushed Wang Han away before shaking hands with Qi Sheng.

"President Qi, my friend will be here any second. Why don’t you inspect the goods first?"

"Alright."

Qi Sheng nodded with a smile.

He was also curious to see what magic the holy trinity of hypercars possessed.

What was it that made countless gearheads and rich kids so obsessed with them?

VROOOM!

Hearing the powerful roar, the few men who were talking all turned their heads in unison.

In the distance, a flashy black supercar was approaching.

From its signature wicked-grin front fascia alone, they could tell it was a McLaren P1.

As the car neared them, it began to slow down.

Once it came to a steady halt, a very young man stepped out.

"Old Fu, which one of our buddies wants to buy my P1?"

Fu Songyang smiled and pointed at Qi Sheng.

"Jiang Nan, this is Qi Sheng, the chairman of Banyan Tree Group. He’s the one who bought Old Wang’s unit at Cofco Seaview One."

"Oh?"

Jiang Nan walked over with a smile and extended his hand to Qi Sheng.

"President Qi, we’re all friends now. Come on, get a feel for my car."

"Alright."

That was exactly what Qi Sheng intended. He walked up to the P1.

The aggressive butterfly doors, the taillights simplified into a single line embedded in the rear.

The imposing rear spoiler, the center-exit exhaust—the streamlined design was impeccable.

The center console screen didn’t quite fit with today’s mainstream aesthetic.

’But considering the car was designed in 2012, that’s not surprising,’ he thought.

There was Alcantara everywhere and an eyeful of carbon fiber.

The color scheme and trim, however, weren’t gaudy.

The P1 didn’t lack a single bit of the vibe you’d expect from a top-tier hypercar.

"President Qi, I bought this car from that Brother Jingcai from Lifan. It has less than five hundred kilometers on it in total. The condition is absolutely perfect."

Jiang Nan walked over and explained with a smile to Qi Sheng, who was now in the car.

"This is a full-carbon P1?"

Qi Sheng was quite satisfied with the car’s condition.

Buying a new one was definitely out of the question.

The production runs for the holy trinity of hypercars were all a bit too long ago.

Besides, he was only buying the holy trinity to satisfy his collector’s itch.

’How could he call himself a top-tier tycoon without the holy trinity?’

"If it didn’t have the full-carbon custom package, I wouldn’t have bought this P1 from Brother Jingcai either."

Jiang Nan was exceptionally proud, chattering on about it.

"Back then, the P1’s sticker price was 12.6 million. This full-carbon package alone was 1.44 million, and with tax, it came out to 15 million."

"I still spent 14 million to get my hands on it."

Jiang Nan was younger, a ’90s kid just like Qi Sheng.

His family’s assets were also in the tens of billions.

"Screw you! Your Brother Wang is in great shape. It’s rare for you to offer to treat, so I’ll go all out with you tonight!"

After putting on a brave face, Wang Han made a silent decision.

’Tonight, no matter what, I can’t leave with two girls again.’

’One girl, I can barely handle that much.’

"Then it’s a date! I’ll call the promoter now and have them save a table for us!"

Jiang Nan got to work booking the table in a flurry, reminding the promoter to call some high-quality beautiful women over.

For transportation fees alone, Jiang Nan transferred 100,000 to the promoter.

At a rate of 5,200 per person for transportation, he expected them to bring over several high-caliber beauties.

The promoter readily agreed, giving this super VIP of the club plenty of face.

"All set. Tonight, how about we form a convoy and tear up the streets?"

Jiang Nan put away his phone, suddenly filled with excitement.

"Tear up the streets?"

Wang Han frowned slightly, instinctively disliking the idea.

"Old Fu, our HAC Club hasn’t had an event in a long time, has it?"

Jiang Nan sounded a little resentful as he brought this up.

Other than the DPR Longtu Rally they organized in the United States back in 2012,

...they hadn’t all gotten together in the years since.

Seeing other supercar clubs organizing get-togethers from time to time...

...it wasn’t like Jiang Nan hadn’t suggested it.

But every time, the response was always that everyone was too busy and had no time to meet up.