my life experience system

Chapter 307 24 supercar teams blow up the street
Originally thought that this would dispel the other party's curiosity, but Song Nianzhen's eyes widened:
"My weight is 49KG. I am proud. I am proud. They often talk about my weight. It is useless to be envious or jealous. I just eat and can't get fat, just a little~"

Everyone present laughed at this, but Zhou Guyuan was speechless.

Being defeated by the little girl, he couldn't help but feel a little headache:
"You've only been playing around for a few years. After you get married, you'll understand."

When Song Nianzhen heard this, he was even more surprised:

"Brother Zhou, I didn't expect you to have such a strong taste. It turns out that your assistant is a married young woman? Tsk tsk, I'm so curious, it must be a peach?"

Her words made everyone even more happy, and the joke was a bit big.

Even Kong Nian'an looked at Zhou Guyuan in surprise, his eyes seemed to speak: explain quickly, or I will report to my sister.

Zhou Guyuan was also forced to be completely speechless. This group of people really talked too much.

However, he also knew that Song Nian was really a spoiled little princess, it was just a casual remark, let alone a joke.

It didn't hurt too much, so he wasn't angry either.

"Okay, really, where is your crooked building?"

After scolding Song Nianzhen, Lin Mengyao looked at Zhou Guyuan again, and said apologetically:

"Don't mind, it's really like this, spoiled by everyone."

The latter waved his hand, expressing that he didn't care, "She is genuine, pure and straightforward, I don't mind."

Then, his words fueled Song Nianzhen's arrogance, and she glanced at Lin Mengyao triumphantly, and then entangled Zhou Guyuan again:
"Brother Zhou, just tell me, aren't your assistants pretty?"

"I'll show you in two days!"

"Oh yeah, that's great, thank you Brother Zhou. By the way, Brother Zhou, do you have a private jet? I heard it's your big toy? Are you still in Shanghai?"

Song Nianzhen's words immediately made everyone quiet, especially the other young people, all of them stared round, as if they thought it was incredible.

The rich second generation who played with Song Nianzhen had a rich family, but no matter how rich they were, none of them had a private jet.

After all, a big toy like a private jet is not like a supercar, and its maintenance costs are even higher.

It's not like these rich second generations have already taken over the family business, and they usually don't have much business, so buying a private jet is useless.

At first they thought that Zhou Guyuan was just like them, an ordinary second generation, but they didn't expect to have a private jet.

This time, it's opened up the grade.

"I know, I know, my brother-in-law does have a private jet, haha, we used to fly over to Mao Island during the summer vacation, and we also went to the United States, it was so cool."

Kong Nian'an interrupted suddenly, and Bala said a bunch of things about private jets.

Regarding the decoration, service, etc. on the private jet, these rich second generations can make their mouths drool.

They have all experienced luxurious first-class cabins, but private jets are specially customized, not to mention more private, and they can go wherever they want.

In particular, Kong Nian'an said that when he was in Mao Island, he said that he was going to take off temporarily, and the airport would be ready immediately.

This is much better than buying first class.

However, when they heard that the private jet cost a billion dollars, the rich second generation were all shocked beyond measure.

Too proud, right?

One billion U.S. dollars, how much does it cost to convert into RMB?

They were well-informed people, but they were still frightened. They felt like rural children who had never seen the poverty of the world.

Really sour!

Stared at by everyone's strange eyes, Zhou Guyuan was still there, looking very calm and calm.

The table is full of delicious food. In order not to disappoint the hard work of the chef, he has no choice but to follow the principle of not wasting, and count as much as he can eat.

Kong Nian'an on the other side is still chatting about his affairs, such as his property in the United States.

A group of rich second generations were so shocked that they had nothing to say. In comparison, they were rice bugs.

It's terrifying that a big company is making so much money.

The first half of the meal was pretty normal, everyone had their own chats.

In the second half, it became Kong Nian'an's performance alone. Except for Zhou Guyuan who was eating leisurely, everyone else was basically listening to her.

After the meal, the eyes of a group of rich second generations looked at Zhou Guyuan completely changed, and they didn't dare to be disrespectful.

Inside the racetrack, the lights were turned on, making most of the venue very bright, like daytime.

A total of 24 supercars, each of which is extremely cool, is basically a race for money, not a race for supercars.

All the vehicles were refueled together, and the sound that shook the sky was like the sound of several large planes taking off, it was so beautiful.

Deafening!
Lin Mengyao's supercar is a pink Ferrari 488, which was a birthday present from her brother.

When Kong Nian'an saw this Ferrari, he couldn't move his legs, and the expression on his face was full of love.

So, what was originally Zhou Guyuan's co-pilot became Lin Mengyao's.

"Brother Zhou, how about we compete?"

Song Nianzhen did not know when he came to Zhou Guyuan's side, and said provocatively.

To be honest, she thinks that her driving skills are top-notch, and her skills are also very good in the whole club.

It's not that the people in the club let her, but her skills are really good.

At the same time, she also participated in some international competitions and won a second prize.If it weren't for the strict control at home, she really wanted to become a professional racing driver and take part in competitions all the time.

"you sure?"

Zhou Guyuan couldn't help but looked at her strangely. Although he didn't drive very often, he wasn't something a little girl could provoke.

After being baptized by so many tasks, the scumbag's charisma has been completely used up, so he has been improved in all aspects.

Especially the nerve response speed is even more incredible, after all, he was the world sprint champion in the previous virtual world.

"Sure, sure and very sure!"

Song Nianzhen felt the contempt, his aggressive temper was instantly aroused, and he said stubbornly.

"Forget it, I won't compare with you, lest others say that I bully children."

"you!!!"

Angrily, Song Nianzhen pointed at Zhou Guyuan, his beautiful eyes spit fire.

"Okay, I won't compete with you. I know your driving skills are good. No one in this club can beat you, right?"

Seeing Song Nianzhen nodding, Zhou Guyuan smiled confidently:
"That's right, you can't say that you are a spoiled little princess, but your driving skills are definitely not bad. But how should I put it, driving is not purely for competition, and you only have one life, and there are many better things than drag racing matter"

After pouring her a bowl of chicken soup, Zhou Guyuan laughed, got in the car and left.

Song Nianzhen, who was stunned in place, looked at the Lamborghini bull who was going away, and couldn't help but chuckled:
"Hey, what an interesting guy."

Racing in a professional racing track, Zhou Guyuan also released a lot of negative emotions.

Drifting is the most basic drag racing skill, of course Zhou Guyuan can, but he doesn't drift very much because it's a bit dangerous.

Besides, he had scolded the little girl just now, and it would be too much to be arrogant now.

After driving for a while, at around [-]:[-] pm, everyone was almost done, so we hurried to refuel, all gathered, and prepared to go to the city to blow up the streets.

This is a scheduled project. After all, 24 supercars are going to bomb the streets in the urban area, which feels really cool.

"Brother-in-law, you can drive yourself. I'll go back in Sister Yaoyao's car."

On the square at the entrance of the racetrack, a row of supercars lined up. Kong Nian'an found Zhou Guyuan, left these words and left.

The latter watched her leaving back, silent.

As for Lin Mengyao and Song Nianzhen, he still can't figure out what's going on with them.

Inexplicably asking him to come over for dinner and racing, and now to blow up the street, these activities are really boring.

But keep going!
Departing from Jiading in the suburbs, returning to the urban area, all the vehicles returned in a little over half an hour.

However, when the convoy got off the city's expressway, the speed of the car instantly became like a turtle's speed.

So the convoy became two cars moving side by side, directly blocking most of the traffic flow.

The rate of turning heads was unprecedentedly high. In addition to private cars and buses on the road avoiding one after another, pedestrians on the side of the road raised their mobile phones and rushed to take videos one by one.

With so many supercars coming together, they are either looking for something or something.

But the melon eaters on the side of the road don't know that this is just a boring game played by a group of rich second generations, just to blow up the street and turn heads.

"Attention everyone, let's go for a walk on the Bund, and then we'll go back to our homes and find our moms."

Song Nianzhen, who was at the front, said something directly in the group video call, which immediately aroused everyone's echo.

Because this is the easiest way, create a group directly, and everyone will go online to make a video call, so as to avoid people not keeping up.

"By the way, Brother Zhou, wait for me after the end, I still have something to ask you."

Zhou Guyuan: "."

On the Bund Avenue, two supercars whizzed by side by side, well, they were crawling at a snail's speed, but they stepped on the accelerator, as if they were afraid that others would not know that they were blowing up the street.

Most of the tourists who originally came to see the night view of the Bund ran to the side of the road and picked up their mobile phones to watch the supercar explode the street.

The sky-shattering sound is beyond words.

Regardless of whether it is a man or a woman, all of them showed envious eyes.

None of these supercars are sports cars worth less than 200 million yuan, and there are a few men who know the goods next to them to popularize science:
"This is a Lamborghini bull, the one next to it should be a Ferrari 488, and the one behind, tsk tsk, it's actually a Ferrari Rafa, and a Porsche Carrera GT."

"Fuck, these people are rich. This car is a handmade Parney, worth at least 1000 million or more."

"Ferrari, Lamborghini, Audi R8, Porsche, what kind of fairy team is this, it's too awesome."

(End of this chapter)