CHAPTER 103: 101, MEETING DUANMU YUNJI AGAIN! HER FIGURE IS TOO TOP-NOTCH, ISN’T IT?

"Don’t ask. If you do, the answer is you arrange it yourself."

At the entrance of the bittern flapjack shop, in response to Luofeng’s questions, Han Feifei replied irritably.

"Huh? What’s wrong?"

Faced with the sudden change in her mood, Luofeng had to feign utter confusion.

After all, he knew he had ruined her fantasy of a beauty rescuing a hero. Actually, I’m quite speechless too. If she hadn’t jumped out, I wouldn’t have hesitated. Even just cursing at the guy would have been something. My first instinct was to punch him. Would I have ended up like this otherwise? And now it’s my fault?

Around ten o’clock at night, Han Feifei drove Luofeng to the Keely Hotel.

Standing at the hotel entrance, Han Feifei took the initiative to say, "Kid, won’t you invite me up for a cup of tea?"

"Ah?" Luofeng was surprised for a moment, but then he glanced at her desire list and chuckled. "Not this time. The cups in hotels aren’t clean. Let’s go to a coffee shop another day."

Watching Luofeng walk away, Han Feifei was filled with questions. Could it be her charm wasn’t enough? But he definitely hadn’t seen her in her uniform!

「The next day.」

Around eight in the morning, Luofeng had already eaten the buffet breakfast at the Keely Hotel.

As for how it tasted? Who expects much from breakfast? It was just so-so.

The Capital City International Auto Show was being held at the International Convention Center. Luofeng had rented a courtesy car from the Keely Hotel and was driving there.

So-called courtesy cars were actually just Mercedes Benz E3s; they provided the same cars for airport pickup services.

By around nine o’clock in the morning, Luofeng had arrived at the convention center. Looking around, the scene was truly bustling with crowds.

After all, this was an international auto show, wasn’t it? Naturally, it attracted a lot of the melon-eating crowd.

As for buying cars? Forget about it. This event had far more onlookers than buyers. Ninety-nine percent of people came just to look.

The manufacturers certainly knew this, so they charged admission. This was another source of income; why feel the need to actually sell cars?

Since Luofeng wanted to come, he had booked a ticket in advance. It was now the peak time for entry. But after waiting about fifteen minutes, he still got in smoothly.

The Capital City Auto Show was truly top-tier domestically. Almost all globally known car manufacturers participated, including mainstream luxury brands like Ferrari, Bentley, and Lamborghini. Even niche supercars like Pagani joined in.

Right at the entrance, naturally, was the cool Lamborghini booth. This booth had gathered a large crowd of onlookers. The Lamborghini dealer had brought a brand new Hura model. Both in terms of specs and overall performance, it surpassed the older models.

"This new Lamborghini Hura is really unbeatable!" a young man with a head of green hair, looking very unconventional, who was standing next to Luofeng, exclaimed.

Luofeng glanced at him. Although the guy looked like a punk, the designer brands he wore and his green ’Hulk’ wristwatch indicated he wasn’t that kind of person. A rich guy like this, even if he mixed with the wrong crowd, would be at the sponsor level.

"Lamborghini Huracán owners are probably panicking by now. This Hura is simply too good! From its power and handling to even the onboard system, it’s a generational leap forward!" the green-haired young man continued.

"And what’s key is the starting price! Lower than the old model? Can you believe it?" Green Hair continued to make complaints.

"Hey, Brother Dali, you’d better sell your old Huracán. Once this new Huracán comes out, the price of your old one is going to be cut in half," Green Hair said to Chen Dali, who was standing beside him.

Chen Dali chuckled. "Then I’ll sell it to you at half price now. You want it?"

"Of course I want it! But even at half price, I still can’t afford it," Green Hair said with a laugh.

Luofeng couldn’t help but smile to himself at the side. This Green Hair is quite amusing.

Perhaps because Luofeng was so close, the two of them heard him laughing.

"Sorry, I couldn’t help it. No offense, buddies," Luofeng said.

Expecting a harsh response, Green Hair instead said, "Bro, you like Lamborghinis too?"

"Hello there, buddy. Let’s get acquainted. My name is Chen Dali," Chen Dali also introduced himself.

Of course, the two of them were judging people by their appearance. They had noticed Luofeng’s attire: Gucci’s latest summer collection, LV’s limited-edition shoes on his feet, and a Patek Philippe 5160 model wristwatch—in the million-dollar plus range.

"Hi, I’m Luofeng from Shanghai. I mainly came to check out the auto show. As for Lamborghinis, I guess I like them well enough," Luofeng said, mimicking their tone and playfully mispronouncing Lamborghini as "Lambor-INCREDIBLE."

Lin Xiaoyun, the one with green hair, spoke, "My name is Lin Xiaoyun, and this is Chen Dali."

"Guys, you must know quite a bit about cars, right?" Luofeng turned to Lin Xiaoyun.

"I do know a lot, actually, but what’s the use? I can’t afford one," Lin Xiaoyun made complaints.

At this point, Lin Xiaoyun, acting familiar, started to spill the beans. "When Brother Dali was buying his Lamborghini Huracán, I went with him. I listed all the performance advantages of the Huracán. And guess what Brother Dali said then?"

Before Luofeng could reply, Lin Xiaoyun continued, "He said he admires losers like me—people who can’t afford one but know more about cars than those who can! Can you believe it? Is that something a human would say?"

Seeing this, Chen Dali laughed and scolded, "You ungrateful brat, now you’re making fun of me, huh? Haven’t you driven my Huracán enough?"

"Hahaha," Lin Xiaoyun chuckled. "No, no. It just came to mind, and I couldn’t help but make complaints."

Chen Dali looked at Luofeng and asked, "Bro, do you have a target car in mind?"

Luofeng replied, "Not at the moment, just looking around. How about you two, Sponsors? Got any targets?"

Lin Xiaoyun was the first to respond. "I’ve got too many targets! This new Hura is one, the high-end Audi Urus is another, and over there, the Ferrari 488. Then there’s the yet-to-be-released SF90, McLaren has a new GT model coming out, the Competition version of the BMW M8... Oh man, there are too many..."

Chen Dali couldn’t stand it anymore and said irritably, "Stop it. You can’t afford them anyway."

Luofeng almost laughed out loud. That "you can’t afford it"—it’s just too real.

Lin Xiaoyun didn’t argue. "Yeah, I can’t afford it. So, Brother Dali, lend me some money. I want to buy the Competition version of the BMW M8, the standard four-seat comfort model. It goes from zero to a hundred kilometers per hour in just 3.1 seconds! That’s just ridiculous, it’s too powerful."

"Considering the price of 2.2 million, that zero-to-hundred sprint isn’t *that* ridiculous," Chen Dali couldn’t help but strike.

The three of them left the Lamborghini booth and made their way to the Ferrari booth.

Lamborghini and Ferrari, it can be said, are like two arch-rivals, matching each other move for move.

But just as they arrived at the Ferrari exhibition hall, Luofeng ran into an old acquaintance.

The tall and sexy Duanmu Yunji was actually at the booth.

Although car shows don’t allow models these days, manufacturers still employ various flashy strategies, like having beautiful female salespersons. Even if these saleswomen can’t pose as provocatively as car models, the presence of beauties is enough to attract attention.

"Damn it, Ferrari really outdid themselves this time! The sales lady they’ve arranged must be around 1.78 meters tall, right?" Seeing Duanmu Yunji, Lin Xiaoyun, who was only 1.72 meters tall, felt a lot of pressure.

"One point seven eight meters, give or take two centimeters. With high heels, definitely over 1.8 meters," Chen Dali commented, his eyes practically shining.

"Damn it, didn’t Heize Zhiling officially state her height as 175 cm?" Lin Xiaoyun made complaints. "Look at this woman, Brother Dali. I think I’m in love... but at the same time, I feel like I’ve just been heartbroken."

"Haha, Xiaoyun, your own condition is a bit lacking, but you certainly have self-awareness," Chen Dali nodded and joked.

"Ugh..." Lin Xiaoyun shot him a death glare. "I’m telling you, Brother Dali, don’t force me to reveal your embarrassing secrets."

"Me? Embarrassing secrets?" Chen Dali glanced guiltily at Luofeng, then shut his mouth, not daring to tease anymore.

"However, Brother Dali, why don’t you give it a try?" Lin Xiaoyun glanced at Duanmu Yunji and craftily suggested.

"I’d like to try too, but I’m also very self-aware, okay?" Chen Dali said, then looked at Luofeng. "You’re quite handsome, brother. Why don’t you give it a shot?"

Now, Luofeng, through a ten-to-one exchange of Attribute Points, had forcefully raised his attractiveness score from 85 to 91. But Luofeng had added them gradually; it wasn’t done overnight. Therefore, people around him just thought Luofeng looked handsomer because he dressed better. Of course, going above 91 points required an exchange rate of 50 Attribute Points per point, which was too restrictive. Even with many Attribute Points, Luofeng couldn’t sustain such expenses. Luckily, an attractiveness score of 91 already put him at the ’male god’ level.

"Sure, but how about we make a bet?" Luofeng nodded.

"Oh? What kind of wager are you thinking of, bro?" Chen Dali inquired.

"Just a meal. I’ll ask for her WeChat. If she gives it to me, I succeed. If I fail, I’ll treat you to lunch," Luofeng said with a smile. He then added, "Whether it’s bittern flapjack, fried liver, or mutton hotpot—as long as it’s not Douzhi’er—I’ll accept."

"No problem!" Chen Dali was relieved the other guy wasn’t suggesting a feast costing tens of thousands; that he couldn’t have agreed to. Since these options were acceptable, there was no problem.

Lin Xiaoyun looked at Luofeng. "Actually, Douzhi’er tastes quite good."

"Ugh!" Luofeng’s face darkened. I really can’t get used to that stuff.

"The stage is yours, buddy. We’re rooting for you. You’re handsome, you’ve got to have confidence!" Lin Xiaoyun patted Luofeng’s shoulder and said with a laugh. "Just don’t lose your aura. With a strong aura, things often go much more smoothly."

Lin Xiaoyun, sounding like a seasoned expert, began to give Luofeng last-minute tips.

Luofeng remained silent with a smile. This guy seems like all talk and no action. If you’re so good, why don’t you go yourself? After all, there’s a saying: Height is not distance; age is not a gap.