bestfiction Chapter 505 Everyone knows that "Young Master Wu only looks and doesn't eat"!
Chapter 505 Everyone knows that "Young Master Wu only looks and doesn't eat"!
Looking at the pink phantom still tearing through the air on the track, Wu Shaojie shrank back with lingering fear, as if the roar of the engine could still shake him.
He turned to Ye Fan, his tone carrying a hint of mystery, as if discussing insider secrets:
"Old Ye, let me tell you the truth."
He held up two fingers:
"In the entire Nanjing car enthusiast community, when it comes to the level of obsession with this metal behemoth, the top two are definitely Brother Fang and Zamao Lang!"
"However..."
He deliberately kept everyone in suspense, chuckling, "Their 'car-loving habits' are worlds apart!"
Ye Fan's interest was piqued, and he raised an eyebrow, asking, "Oh? What's the difference? Tell me."
Wu Shaojie took a swig of iced drink to moisten his throat before solemnly analyzing:
"Let's talk about Brother Fang first! He's the real number one young master in Jinling, and a top-notch luxury car collector! When he sees a car he likes, his eyes, wow, they're like he's looking at a rare treasure. His first thought is definitely: 'Get it! Collect it!' Every car in his private garage is a carefully maintained work of art."
He paused, his tone tinged with a mixture of admiration and confusion:
"But Fang, deep down, has a kind of... how should I put it? Aristocratic restraint? Even on the track, he drives steadily and gracefully, never flooring the accelerator, let alone drifting like a wild child. It's like the car is more like a top-quality porcelain piece displayed in a glass case for him to admire."
Immediately, his expression twisted, his voice rose several decibels, and he pointed in the direction where the pink Aventador had disappeared:
"But that crazy guy Langzai is different! When he sees a car he likes, his eyes light up just like Fang Ge's, but the next second, he only has one thought in his mind: 'Give me the keys! I'm going to speed it until the engine blows out!' Whether it's a brand-new limited edition or an antique car that just had an expensive service, it's destined to be driven to its death in his hands! He practically slams the accelerator into the gas tank, and he feels uncomfortable if he doesn't pull the handbrake when cornering and the car fishtails!"
"I rode in his car..."
Wu Shaojie shivered violently, instinctively touching the seatbelt buckle, as if he were reliving that terrifying journey all over again:
"That's like paying for nitroglycerin pills! My legs were completely weak after just one session!"
Looking at Wu Shaojie's "survived" expression, and recalling Wu Shaojie's gloating yet reluctant demeanor when Zhang Lang enthusiastically invited him to ride in the passenger seat for a spin, Ye Fan suddenly realized what was going on and blurted out:
"Damn! I knew it! No wonder you ran away like the plague when I pulled you into the car! You had a painful lesson to learn from!"
Suddenly, Ye Fan thought of a crucial question and looked at Wu Shaojie with a puzzled expression:
"Wait a minute! Since you know Lao Fang, why didn't you go to the Jinling International Auto Show a few days ago to join the fun? Isn't that the perfect place for you car-loving rich kids to show off?"
Upon hearing this, Wu Shaojie, who had been talking non-stop just moments before, suddenly seemed to have his throat grabbed, and his expression became extremely interesting—a mixture of embarrassment, annoyance, and a hint of lingering fear.
His eyes darted around, and after stammering for a long time, he finally managed to utter a sentence:
"Uh... well... don't mention it! A while ago... my grandfather locked me up in solitary confinement... I couldn't get out..."
The voice grew softer and softer until it was almost a mosquito's hum.
"puff--!"
Ye Fan was stunned at first, then he couldn't help but almost spit out a mouthful of orange juice!
"Hahahaha! Solitary confinement? Old Wu! You're a real genius! Hahahaha..."
He laughed so hard that tears almost came out.
Wu Shaojie was so embarrassed by the laughter that he wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground. He could only slurp his iced drink in frustration, making loud "sizzling" sounds.
He groaned inwardly: Damn it! How could I have let this embarrassing thing slip out! Old Ye, you're laughing way too loudly! Under the sunlight, one was laughing so hard he was doubled over, while the other was so embarrassed he wanted to disappear. The scene was full of vivid and comical contrast.
......
Seeing Wu Shaojie was practically fuming with embarrassment, Ye Fan wisely changed the subject with a smile, turning his gaze to the still-roaring racetrack below:
"Speaking of which, isn't this venue all owned by Zhang Lang's family? He should be able to do whatever he wants, so why does he have to gather such a large group of people to watch him make a scene?"
Wu Shaojie, feeling like he'd been granted a pardon, quickly took the opportunity to back down, cleared his throat, regained some color in his face, and gave him a "you just don't understand" look:
"Old Ye, you're really out of the loop! Yes, the venue belongs to him, so he can come and race whenever he wants. But the problem is..."
He raised his voice and pointed forcefully at the racing sports cars below and the screaming crowd in the stands:
"What's the point of someone just showing off like that? It's like wearing fine clothes in the dark! This kind of thing is only fun when there's a group of people watching, hearing girls scream, and feeling the envious and jealous looks from others! Isn't that how people are? Showing off when nobody's watching is like wearing fine clothes in the dark!"
Ye Fan pondered for a moment, then nodded in deep agreement.
This is true.
This principle applies everywhere—just like those fishing enthusiasts I saw before my rebirth. When they actually caught a giant fish weighing tens of kilograms, they wanted nothing more than to tie it to the roof of their car and drive it around the city three times, wishing the whole world would know!
The vanity and satisfaction that sports cars bring essentially stem from this.
He watched the steel beasts chasing each other and roaring engines on the track below, competing under the watchful eyes of the crowd. That noise and passion truly created a unique scene and fun.
Wu Shaojie, standing to the side, seemed completely immune to the roar of the track.
His gaze was fixed on the group of scantily clad, vibrant beauties on the other side of the stands, as if guided by a precision system.
As he watched, he would occasionally make "tsk tsk" sounds of appreciation, his eyes lingering on the pairs of long legs and graceful curves, appearing much more engrossed than when watching the race cars.
Interestingly, the group of girls seemed to know Wu Shaojie's "habits" very well.
Occasionally, their eyes would meet, and they would only offer a polite or charming smile, but none of them would take the initiative to strike up a conversation.
It seems that the reputation of "Young Master Wu only looks and doesn't eat" has spread throughout the circle.
Everyone knew the unspoken agreement.
After several more laps, until the engine roar of the pink Lamborghini Aventador sounded with a hint of satisfied fatigue, or perhaps because the fuel tank was almost empty, Zhang Lang reluctantly drove the car off the track and parked it below the grandstand.
He rolled down the car window, stretched out his hand wearing a racing glove, and waved it vigorously towards the stands, his face beaming with excitement and pride after conquering the track!
Instantly, an even more enthusiastic burst of screams and cheers erupted from the stands, especially from the group of glamorous women who shouted with extra fervor.
This scene perfectly validated Wu Shaojie's "pretentious theory" from earlier.