“Don’t even mention it. My new car got sideswiped yesterday on the road. And as if that wasn’t enough, the bastard hit the gas and sped off! Nearly made me lose my mind!”
“Who’s the little punk that dared to mess with your car?”
“How would I know? I didn’t even get a good look at the license plate. Anyway, can you help me tweak my new car? It’s a German four-cylinder, but it couldn’t even keep up with some little Japanese car. The guy just sped away!”
The moment cars were mentioned, Zhong Rui Feng’s eyes lit up. “Alright, I’ll take a look at it later. I’ll make your car faster than any punk’s. I just modified Xiaoying’s Beetle recently. From the engine to the wheels, suspension, and spoiler, I replaced everything—only the Beetle’s shell is left. What can I say? Women just love that shell. The other day, her Beetle hit the highway and overtook a Ferrari. The woman driving the Ferrari was so pissed, she chased us for hundreds of kilometers—all the way to Shandong—and still couldn’t catch up. She was stuck staring at Xiaoying’s taillights the whole time…”
He rambled on and on about car modifications, continuing even as the meal wrapped up. When Zhang Qian Zhi pulled out his card to pay, Zhong Rui Feng stopped him. “No need for you to foot the bill when we’ve got Old Eight here!” He casually pulled a gold card from his wallet and handed it to the waiter.
Even in the car, Zhong was still talking enthusiastically about everything from Toyota engines to Honda injectors. When they finally dropped Yu Bing Bing off, only Zhong Rui Feng and Zhang Qian Zhi were left in the car. That’s when Zhong remembered to ask, “By the way, what exactly do you want to modify on your new car?”
“Modify what car?” Zhang Qian Zhi flicked his cigarette out the window and closed his eyes to rest. “We need to come up with a really great gift for Old Eight instead.”
Zhong Rui Feng was baffled. “Why are we giving Old Eight a gift? And what does he even need? He’s got everything already!”
Zhang Qian Zhi chuckled. “Use your brain!”
Zhong Rui Feng looked utterly aggrieved. “You’re making things difficult for me. Even Xiaoying doesn’t let me think. She says the happiest person is the one who doesn’t use their brain.”
“And you treat everything Xiaoying says like it’s the imperial decree!”
“And don’t you treat Meimei like she’s a celestial goddess!”
“Get lost!”
“Hmph!”
Zhang Qian Zhi lit another cigarette and said lazily, “Think about it. Earlier, when we brought up Ai Iijima, Old Eight didn’t even know who she was. That tells you everything about the kind of life he’s been living. He’s already in his twenties, and for all we know, he might’ve never even experienced what a woman is like.”
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