King of Capital

Chapter 36 It’s always been like this
Yan Wenhua was quite disdainful of Xie Jingxing's comment that Young Master Wang did not mix in social circles and was a simple person, because people like them did not mix in social circles, and at most they could be said to have a few friends.

When one reaches a certain level, due to his family environment, everyone has a bit of arrogance. Compared to trying to find ways to get into the legendary circle to please others, they would rather stay in their comfort zone and let others cater to them.

It's just that Prince Wang looked down on this and that and didn't want to suffer any grievance, so he simply socialized with the lower class and treated everyone around him as his little followers.

Xie Jingxing, on the other hand, has a deep "unique" gene in his bones, or he is more arrogant than Prince Wang, but is willing to maintain his dignity in social situations. It doesn't matter if they are celestial dragons or lower class people, they are all treated equally and get along with each other with a tolerant attitude of embracing idiots...

"People like you may look simple, but in fact you have very complicated minds, and each one is more hypocritical than the other." Yan Wenhua gritted his teeth and said the truth viciously.

People who can live completely in their own world are truly enviable. He also wanted to, but unfortunately the conditions did not allow it.

Xie Jingxing was speechless and shrugged to show his sympathy. Yan Wenhua had a hard time. He could inherit wealth but not power.

While the two were talking, the car stopped in front of the restaurant. Zhuang Ming and his friends, who had arrived two traffic lights earlier than them, were gathered around the passenger door of the Pagani, talking about something.

The fat man who rented the car was very excited, Zhuang Ming was squatting on the ground smoking a cigarette, Song Anli and Qiqi were comforting the beautiful woman with a melon-seed face who looked a bit like Fan Bingbing.

"What's wrong?" Yan Wenhua walked closer and greeted.

Zhuang Ming looked up at the fat man and he didn't say anything. The fat man cursed in frustration: "I just opened the car door and it hit the curb."

"There's a little scratch." Zhuang Ming added, trying hard to suppress his heartache.

As far as he knows, this is one of only two or three Paganis in the country, a special customized version of the Zonda F, and there is only one in the world.

It was displayed in the supercar club for two or three years, and he and Yan Wenhua were responsible for the maintenance almost always done by themselves, about ten times a year.

I don't know what happened but I brought it to a car rental company today and it got scratched the first time I drove it out on the street.

My girlfriend can replace her car if it breaks down, but this car can’t be replaced…

The beautiful woman with an oval face trembled a little: "Is the repair cost very expensive? I may have to pay it in installments."

"Let's eat first, and we'll talk later."

Xie Jingxing leaned over to take a look at the car and replied casually, the scratches are very small, and at night when the light outside is not good, they are just a few small dots and can hardly be seen.

The fat man stood up and put his hands on his hips: "Do you want me to tell the truth? You can't afford the installment payment, forget it, it's none of your business."

"Brother, can this be covered by insurance?" Zhuang Ming kindly asked to ease the atmosphere.

Yan Wenhua nodded: "Scratch insurance, this car is fully insured every year."

"Stop standing there, go get the wine from the car."

The fat man said unhappily as he squatted down again to check the scratch: "It's not an insurance issue. I just wonder how the car door could be scratched. Did you mistake it for a refrigerator door?"

"I didn't see how high the curb was and thought I couldn't touch it." The explanation of the oval-faced beauty sounded weak.

The fat man shook his head irritably: "Hey, can you please stop talking? Didn't you hear me asking you to get some wine?"

Song Anli couldn't bear it and silently pulled the beautiful girl with the oval face to get wine from Zhuang Ming's car. The cheongsam beauty Qiqi also followed her with a sense of grief.

"Brother Hua, I'm sorry, the repair costs will be all on my side, so you don't need to use insurance." The fat man apologized and took the responsibility readily.

Zhuang Ming couldn't help but frown. There are only 25 Pagani Zondas in the world. With factory upgrades and various special customizations, the actual production should be more than units.

Nowadays, second-hand cars are in great demand and their prices are being hyped up to 300 to 400 million yuan. Whether they are sold or not depends entirely on the mood of the car owners.

The odometer of this one-of-a-kind, special customized car is just over 1,500 kilometers. He mentioned insurance out of kindness, but the fat man, as the person involved, did not mention anything but talked about the repair costs, which is simply disgusting.

"I'm really impressed. You're a talented person to be able to scrape the road so wide from the curb..." After a few words, Song Anli and the other two girls came back with wine from the car and invited them to the restaurant for dinner.

The fat man kept nagging: "Next time, no matter what sports car you ride, you have to be more careful. This scratch can buy you a house in your hometown... I don't blame you. This is not about money. You should have some sense in your heart..."

The beautiful girl with an oval face blushed and was at a loss, smiling awkwardly. Kiki stood on the roadside with her head down, swiping her phone to take a photo of the Pagani and posted it on Weibo with the editor's text: My friend's Pagani Zonda was scratched when I went out to play, I am heartbroken.

Zhuang Ming and Yan Wenhua walked into the restaurant to discuss the follow-up repair and repainting plan.

Song Anli looked at the crowd and wanted to say something but stopped herself several times. The hand holding the wine box was clenched tightly and trembled slightly.

Finally, she turned her head to look at Xie Jingxing, and happened to meet his eyes. He had also been watching her...

After staring at each other in silence for a moment, Xie Jingxing fished out a metal lighter from his pocket and handed it over.

"Crench."

A teeth-grinding tearing sound drowned out the chattering. Zhuang Ming and Yan Wenhua, who were walking in front, turned around instantly. Qiqi opened her mouth wide with horror on her face.

The fat man was stunned for several seconds, then he jumped up and yelled, "You fucking ......"

"Don't make a noise, this is my car."

Xie Jingxing took two steps forward, used one hand to push away the fat man whose throat was blocked, and walked behind Song Anli who was standing in front of the car holding a lighter.

He approached the trembling soft body from behind, held the stiff palm with a slightly cool and delicate touch, and then once again pressed the edge of the metal lighter against the hood of the car. The unpleasant sound of metal friction was firm and resolute.

With the help of Xie Jingxing, Song Anli used a lighter to leave a mess of graffiti on the front of the Pagani Zonda.

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Late at night, the dinner ended and we were on our way back to Juntai staff dormitory.

Xie Jingxing explained: "This car is very troublesome to maintain, so I lent it to Yan Wenhua while he was studying abroad."

"They said that this car is limited to 25 units worldwide, but your car is the 37th and the only one in the world." Song Anli drank a lot of wine, her face was rosy and her voice was soft.

Xie Jingxing recalled: "When I was fifteen, I traveled to Italy and visited the Pagani headquarters. I said to their founder, I am fifteen years old, and before I die, I have a long time to become a Pagani owner, or the master of a Pagani."

"...So this is how you convinced the owner of the M1NT bar last night?" Song Anli continued to ask.

Xie Jing Xing shook his head to ease the atmosphere and joked, "To be more straightforward, I threatened to drain the water from the ornamental fish tank in his store and take out the shark inside to bleed it."

"Young Master Wang is right, you have ruined the lives of those female graduate students." Song Anli felt a little cold.

Xie Jingxing remained silent. He only acted as a whistleblower. The contraband items on those female graduate students were not framed by him.

"Ever?"

"what?"

Song Anli's lips curled up: "Your life has never been as extreme as today."

"Yes."

"Thank you, I saw it. I'm very sorry for the trouble I caused you in the past few days. It won't happen again in the future."

Song Anli raised her face and smiled.

(End of this chapter)