Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 497 No wonder Liu Ruyan dislikes supercars so much

Ye Fan drove the understated yet stylish Audi A7 he had purchased at the exhibition, smoothly merging into the afternoon traffic.

Before long, they arrived at Wu Shaojie's impressive 4S store.

Through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, Ye Fan immediately saw Wu Shaojie standing in the center of the gleaming exhibition hall, pointing out the plans to a group of employees dressed in crisp uniforms and standing ramrod straight.

He gestured with his hands, his expression focused, displaying a commanding presence, clearly assigning some important task or emphasizing service standards.

Wu Shaojie caught a glimpse of Ye Fan out of the corner of his eye, immediately stopped talking, switched to a familiar smile, and casually waved to the employees: "Alright, go and prepare as we discussed earlier!"

He then rushed forward, taking three steps at a time, full of energy.

"Hey! Old Ye!"

Before Wu Shaojie arrived, his voice preceded his arrival. He deliberately craned his neck to peer into the empty driver's seat and passenger seat behind Ye Fan, and said with a mischievous grin:

"Why are you all alone today? Where's your standard beautiful passenger? Didn't you bring her along for your brothers to feast their eyes on?"

Ye Fan was already used to his unserious manner, and with a smile, he raised his hand and gave him a light pat on the shoulder:

"Stop talking nonsense, there's no such thing as a 'standard' girl. Hurry up, didn't you say there was an event?"

"Hahaha!"

Wu Shaojie laughed exaggeratedly, winking and leaning closer while lowering his voice:

"That's right, you didn't bring any! Bro, it's really not convenient to bring your own today! Don't worry, there's a surprise waiting for you on site, it'll definitely open your eyes and make you forget all about it! Hehehe..."

That smile, no matter how you look at it, exudes a sly, knowing-it-all vibe.

Ye Fan was genuinely puzzled by his mysterious and ambiguous demeanor, raising an eyebrow slightly: "What kind of event is all this cryptic stuff?"

Upon seeing the rare look of surprise on Ye Fan's face, Wu Shaojie laughed even harder, as if he had discovered a new continent:

"Wow! Old Ye, you're such a well-behaved young master, you're practically a breath of fresh air in the second-generation rich! No worries, today I'll show you around and give you a real taste of life!"

Ye Fan deliberately looked around and asked, "Oh? Does Sister Xiaoli know about this 'wild' activity? Didn't she come to check up on us today?"

Wu Shaojie's smug expression froze for a moment, then he waved his hand dismissively, raising his voice by half an octave:

"Hey! She just happened to have something to do today, some important business to take care of! It's alright, it's nothing, she wouldn't understand men's matters... uh, never mind her!"

His slightly guilty look was completely exposed.

Just then.

A deep, penetrating roar of an engine, like a beast awakening, came from the maintenance area passage at the back of the showroom.

Immediately afterwards, a fiery red figure slowly drove out and stopped precisely in front of the two.

Wu Shaojie was immediately drawn to the red color, and the little incident from earlier was instantly forgotten.

An employee in overalls and white gloves jogged over and respectfully handed Wu Shaojie a key with a similarly aggressive design: "Young Master Wu, the 458 Italia has been fully serviced and is in perfect condition."

"Yes, thank you for your hard work."

Wu Shaojie took the keys, his eyes fixed on Ye Fan like he was looking at a beloved lover. With a casual flick of his head, he called out, "Let's go! Get in! I'll show you what real high-speed driving is all about!"

Ye Fan's gaze was also firmly fixed on the prancing horse in front of him.

Ferrari 458 Italia!

Even viewed from a ten-year perspective, its design remains breathtakingly avant-garde.

Its incredibly smooth aerodynamic lines resemble solidified flames; its low, ground-hugging stance suggests readiness to strike; and its exquisite proportions and meticulous details showcase the artistic flair and brutal engineering aesthetics of Italian supercars.

Ye Fan opened the iconic gull-wing door that soared upwards and bent down to sit in the cockpit, which exuded a combat-ready atmosphere.

Everywhere you look, the exposed carbon fiber trim gleams with a cold luster, creating a striking visual contrast with the meticulously stitched top-quality leather interior.

Handcrafted genuine leather wraps around the bucket seats and center console, creating an exceptionally dynamic and enveloping silhouette.

However, as soon as he sat down, Ye Fan clearly felt the "side effects" of this pure performance machine.

In pursuit of extreme lightweight design and optimal handling feedback, the seat padding is incredibly thin, allowing you to almost directly feel every bit of road information transmitted from the chassis.

The entire person was deeply "embedded" in the low cockpit, presenting a semi-reclining competitive posture.

You might experience a short-term surge of adrenaline, but if it lasts a little longer, your lower back and back will start to protest.

Ye Fan cursed inwardly. He had always driven the supercar himself before, and this was the first time he had sat in the passenger seat of a supercar. To be honest, it was even more uncomfortable than the driver's seat. No wonder Liu Ruyan disliked it so much.

No wonder those older bigwigs prefer Bentleys and Rolls-Royces in their garages to rarely touch these pure track machines. This isn't driving; it's torture for their backs!

Wu Shaojie had no such concerns. He excitedly fastened his four-point seatbelt (even though he was only driving in the city) and skillfully started the engine.

The 4.5L V8 naturally aspirated engine let out another high-pitched roar, like a beast poised to pounce.

"Hold on tight, bro!" He grinned and stepped on the gas.

......

The 4.5L V8 engine roared furiously beneath Wu Shaojie's feet!

Almost the instant Ye Fan gripped the overhead armrest, a strong push-back sensation, like a heavy hammer, slammed him hard against the seat back!

The scenery outside the window instantly became a blurry band of color, and the speedometer needle on the dashboard seemed to be injected with adrenaline, swinging wildly to the right. In less than three seconds, the speed had already broken the 100 km/h mark!

The immense G-force pressing against his chest made Ye Fan unable to help but swear:

"Holy crap! Old Wu! Take it easy! Driving this far in the city, are you going to lose your points?"

His voice trembled slightly amidst the roar of the engine and the noise of the wind.

Wu Shaojie, however, seemed completely unconcerned, a wide, excited smile playing on his lips, his fingers still tapping leisurely on the steering wheel.

"Hehe, don't worry! It's just a short stretch of road, right outside the 4S store, there are no cameras! Just a couple of quick runs and you're done!"

Sure enough, before he finished speaking, he released the accelerator, and the car's speed quickly dropped.

The engine's roar turned into a low, labored breathing.

"See? There are speed limits and cameras all ahead. I don't have many points left on my driver's license, so I won't dare to do anything reckless."

Ye Fan breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that the guy would risk his life in the traffic just now.

He quipped irritably, "What do you do when you get points deducted? Do you use a friend's or employee's license to cover for them?"

It's no wonder Ye Fan said that; these days, there are quite a few people selling points.

This is indeed an unspoken, standard practice in the current climate.