ocean-life Chapter 372 Are there any car shows recently?
Chapter 372 Are there any car shows recently?
The atmosphere in the private room completely relaxed, with people clinking glasses, chatting and laughing.
Before I knew it, the clock on the wall had already pointed to past 10 p.m.
"It's getting late, shall we call it a day?" Fang Yu suggested, glancing at his watch.
Everyone stood up and left the Zen-like private room, where a billion-dollar deal had just been finalized, with a sense of lingering reluctance.
Stepping out of the Gassho-zao private restaurant, a cool evening breeze carrying the unique moist scent of the Qinhuai River rushed towards me, instantly dispelling the smell of alcohol and a trace of heat from the private room.
The lights on both sides of the river are dazzling and reflected in the shimmering water, outlining the charming night view of Nanjing, which is refreshing and delightful.
Just as Ye Fan was about to say goodbye to everyone and call for Lao Li to pick him up, Qin Kun grabbed his shoulder, a mysterious and mischievous smile on his face: "Hey, Lao Ye! Why the rush back? The best time has just begun! Come on, let me take you to a nice place to relax!"
"Where to?" Ye Fan raised an eyebrow, his tone somewhat nonchalant.
"You'll see when you get there! I guarantee it will open your eyes!" Qin Kun and Fang Yu exchanged a knowing glance. Without saying a word, they pushed Ye Fan from the left and right into a black luxury van parked nearby.
It was Fang Yu's Toyota Alphard.
Ye Fan glanced at the "big bread" that was hailed as a god in China, with its prices skyrocketing and its cars in high demand and short supply, and a hint of sneer crossed his mind.
This thing is a complete rip-off of people's intelligence!
It is only in this day and age that the halo of imports and brainwashing marketing have made wealthy people and celebrities in China flock to it.
He knew all too well that a few years later, the rise of several high-end domestic MPVs (especially BYD's) would crush this so-called "celebrity nanny car," leaving countless "victims" who had paid hundreds of thousands more to snatch it up with regret.
On a deeper level, this car is like a mirror, reflecting the dependence on and helplessness of foreign countries in the field of high-end manufacturing at that time.
Without its own core technologies and brands, it can only be at the mercy of others.
Ye Fan, having been reborn, knows all too well the technological sanctions that will sweep across the land a few years later, which makes him even more disgusted with this dependence.
However, he showed no sign of anything amiss and calmly sat down in the spacious and comfortable second-row individual seats of the Alphard.
Fang Yu and Qin Kun quickly squeezed in and sat on either side of Ye Fan.
The spacious area does not feel crowded at all.
With a soft "click," the electric sliding door slowly and silently closed, shutting out the outside noise and river breeze.
The carriage fell silent instantly, with only the faint, soft music playing from the top-of-the-line sound system and the subtle, pleasant scent of leather.
Fang Yu leaned forward slightly and calmly instructed the driver, who was dressed in a crisp uniform, "Let's go."
"Yes, Young Master Fang," the driver replied calmly and clearly.
The engine started, and the vehicle smoothly glided into the dazzling traffic along the Qinhuai River, heading towards an unknown "good place".
Inside the carriage, Fang Yu and Qin Kun wore expectant smiles, while Ye Fan leaned back in his seat, his gaze fixed on the neon lights flashing past the window, a hint of amusement mixed with a subtle scrutiny.
The Alphard cruised smoothly along the brightly lit streets of Nanjing, the soft ambient lighting inside the cabin illuminating the luster of the leather seats.
After a brief silence, Ye Fan turned his gaze from the window to Fang Yu beside him and asked casually, "Are there any decent auto shows in Jinling lately?"
He remembered that he had asked Wu Shaojie to help him order three Bentleys some time ago, which were prepared for his sister and Miao Zi.
As for himself, apart from the Maybach that Lao Li drives, he does lack a few cars suitable for his daily driving.
Top-tier luxury cars, especially limited editions or custom models, often require a long waiting period.
For example, the Ferrari LaFerrari that he took over last month still has to wait a few more months to pick up, it's almost too late.
Auto shows have become the only channel for quick "cash out".
Major manufacturers will bring their best products, even rare and readily available vehicles, to the showroom. If you like something, you can drive it away immediately by paying the price.
Ye Fan doesn't like waiting; what he wants is efficiency and instant gratification.
Fang Yu was resting with his eyes closed when he heard this. He opened his eyes, his gaze knowing: "In a place like Jinling, there are car shows of all sizes every few days. What, is Young Master Ye looking for a new favorite?"
"Yeah," Ye Fan nodded and explained, "The McLaren P1 was wrecked like that, and Gu Yuejia sent it for repairs. It probably won't be ready for at least half a year. The Maybach is comfortable, but that's Old Li's car. When I drive it myself, I always feel like a chauffeur. The garage is too empty, and I don't like looking at it. I want to get a few cars that I can drive around in."
His tone was matter-of-fact, as if buying a top-of-the-line luxury car was as commonplace as an ordinary person buying a piece of clothing.
Fang Yu's lips twitched. He recalled the multi-million dollar P1 that Ye Fan had wrecked, and a familiar pang of pain shot through his heart: "A P1 worth over ten million... he just rammed it without batting an eye. In the entire second-generation car circle of Jinling, when it comes to the audacity to 'destroy' a car, you're absolutely one of a kind!"
His tone was seven parts joking, and three parts genuinely regretful for the car.
Ye Fan scoffed dismissively, "A little over ten million is nothing to you, Young Master Fang. Don't pretend to be poor."
He paused, thinking of that madman Yan Jun: "Besides, that idiot Yan Jun is already attacking me head-on. Could you tolerate it if you were in his shoes? I bet you would have rammed into him even harder than I did."
Fang Yu raised an eyebrow but did not immediately refute.
In terms of family background, he far surpassed Yan Jun in Jinling, and Yan Jun always had to keep a low profile in front of him.
He was heartbroken about the car itself.
"Me? I'll have someone beat him so badly his own mother wouldn't recognize him." Fang Yu's tone was calm yet carried an undeniable air of authority. "As for the car? It's a treasure worth over ten million; I wouldn't let it touch that junk."
This is the difference between him and Ye Fan. Ye Fan can disregard the cost in order to vent his anger, while Fang Yu pays more attention to "cost-effectiveness"—solving problems with minimal loss (usually someone else's body).
He stopped worrying about P1 and began to seriously consider Ye Fan's question: "A car show that meets your requirements... a regular, small-scale one definitely won't do."
He tapped his fingers lightly on his knee: "A large-scale auto show that can attract top global brands to bring their flagship vehicles. I remember every October, which is this month, there's a high-profile international auto show at the Jinling International Expo Center. Major manufacturers' new flagship models and limited editions will all be there. Judging by the dates, it should be in the next few days; the organizing committee should have already started the pre-show promotions."
Fang Yu looked at Ye Fan, a hint of interest in his eyes: "I'll let you know as soon as I have any news. Shall we go take a look together? Maybe I can find some good stuff."
Top-tier auto shows are equally appealing to car enthusiasts like him.