CHAPTER 118: 116, KILLING WITH A TOUCH ON THE HEAD, THE RELATIONSHIP INTENSIFIES AGAIN!

Chen Dali smiled when he heard Luofeng. "I’ve made sure everything is well-prepared this time. All the Porsche 718s have similar configurations, so overall, it’s very fair. It’s purely a test of skill."

Chen Dali continued, "This race is also for charity. Besides the first prize, all other entry fees will be donated to a two-year-old child with cataracts."

Luofeng laughed. "Since that’s the case, I’ll join. Oh, aside from this group, are there any others? I want to sign Yunji up for a race too. Let her experience the joy of the 718."

The Porsche 718 has a mid-engine layout and belongs to the sports car category. In terms of agility, it even surpasses the Porsche 911, offering two different kinds of pleasure.

Knowing that the Beauty wanted to race, Luofeng naturally took the initiative to mention it. After all, with her personality, she wouldn’t bring it up herself.

"Of course, there is. There’s a special ladies’ race and also a free-for-all. Anyway, it’s all for charity, so the competition isn’t too formal. Everyone’s just having fun," Chen Dali said.

"Okay, then sign Yunji up," Luofeng nodded.

This time, Duanmu Yunji didn’t refuse. She had just driven the BMW M8 Competition and even won the championship; she’d grown fond of the excitement the racetrack brought.

「A moment later.」

The Porsche 718 Special Match started.

Luofeng, in the number 4 car, still came out as the champion. After all, the car models were quite similar, so it all came down to skill.

The Driving God Possession Card lasted for two hours; naturally, its effect could be extended.

Duanmu Yunji, however, was less fortunate. She was assigned an unfavorable starting position. Even driving a top-tier Cayman, she didn’t win first place.

However, Duanmu Yunji didn’t mind, because she found that driving the Porsche 718 was even more comfortable than the BMW M8.

"Driving this 718 is indeed quite nice," Duanmu Yunji said, sharing her experience with Luofeng after the race.

When a woman shares her happiness, how does that make a man feel? No explanation needed. Though they might not be lovers, they are certainly good friends.

In fact, she wasn’t wrong; the Porsche 718 did indeed surpass the BMW M8 Competition in terms of agility. When taking a corner, the M8 tended to feel unwieldy, as if its rear was too heavy. But the 718 could handle it effortlessly. It was as if the car and driver were one.

"It’s indeed nice, and the key thing is that it’s quite affordable," Luofeng replied with a smile.

But the Beauty rolled her eyes. Affordable, the Porsche 718? Well, okay. For Luofeng, who can afford to buy a six-million Ferrari, it’s indeed cheap. But isn’t it a car that starts at half a million?

Duanmu Yunji said, "Oh, please, act like a normal person for once!"

Luofeng chuckled. "I don’t want to be a normal person; I choose to be a dreamboat!"

"Pfft," Duanmu Yunji snorted disdainfully, suggesting she didn’t agree with Luofeng being a dreamboat.

But then Luofeng suddenly gave her a head-pat, saying naturally, "Am I not a dreamboat? I’ve learned to drive a Ferrari with one hand, and I’ve bought one too. I figure I must be the 4,001st honored Ferrari owner on Little Red Book, right?"

Little Red Book is definitely addictive. In Daxia, fewer than 1,000 Ferraris are sold each year. Yet, on Little Red Book, there are now four thousand proud Ferrari owners. Who are the real owners, and who are the pretenders? Don’t ask. If you do, the answer is... "Thanks for the invite. 20-year-old college freshman, just got my Ferrari."

Faced with Luofeng’s head-pat, Duanmu Yunji didn’t react negatively. Instead, she bashfully lowered her head. As Luofeng said, if a guy like him wasn’t considered a dreamboat, then who was? Perhaps those tycoons with their "small goals"? Or Chairman Ma, who claims to be uninterested in money? Are they dreamboats? Handsome, kind-hearted, skilled at racing, and rich too—he’s definitely a dreamboat. The key is, being with him feels very comfortable.

"Brother Feng, let’s go! Time for dinner," Lin Xiaoyun called out as she came over.

With only two minutes left of their booked time at the venue, there would naturally be no more racing.

"What shall we eat tonight?" Luofeng asked. After all, thanks to two awesome cashback cards, his funds had now reached 24 million. And he still had a bunch of other multiplicative cashback cards. The joy of finding a bargain—how could Luofeng not want to continue?

"Brother Dali has already reserved a place at a Rural Tourism spot in Tongzhou," Lin Xiaoyun said. "They have a special Steam-cooked Fish there, and it’s really good—an eco-friendly, optimized, premium fish."

Luofeng’s eyes lit up. "Then let’s hurry!"

Soon, a large convoy of sports cars, along with a few private cars, headed majestically towards Tongzhou. Clearly, this was not a small get-together; it was a grand social event.

An hour later, everyone finally arrived at the Rural Tourism spot. When they got there, the owner already had dinner mostly prepared; they just needed to start up the steaming equipment to finish the cooking.

The Steam-cooked Fish was prepared very quickly and tasted even better than traditional boiled fish.

"Brother, are we drinking tonight?" Chen Dali asked.

Luofeng was seated at the main table. At such gatherings among the wealthy, especially with many people, men and women typically sat separately. The women were at the neighboring Table Number 2.

An Peng, who had slightly darker skin, interjected, "Brother, since it’s our first meeting, how about we have a few drinks tonight?"

"Sure, why not," Luofeng replied, unfazed. How could he fear drinking? These guys were too young.