C38 Unlocking the Sports Car Shocking the Pretentious Man

Yan Guanglee spoke with an air of arrogance.

A BMW, even if it was just a 3 Series, had a way of making ordinary people feel it was something special!

He was eager for the moment Lin Dong would admit to driving a clunker, so he could mock him and vent the frustration he had been harboring (or so he thought).

Lin Dong was baffled.

What was wrong with this guy?

Acting as if his BMW was on par with a spacecraft.

Moreover, Lin Dong didn't even know him. Why was he bragging about his car to a stranger?

Without a word, Lin Dong pulled out his car key and pressed the unlock button.

"Beep beep!"

The Pagani Huayran, with its sci-fi essence, roared to life like a beast awakening from slumber.

The two laser matrix headlights flashed fiercely, nearly blinding Yan Guanglee!

Damn, a Pagani Huayran!

A super-luxury sports car worth tens of millions!

And it belonged to Lin Dong!

Yan Guanglee, who had been so proud of his BMW 3 Series and hoped to impress Lin Dong, suddenly looked ashen.

The smugness on his face turned to shock and inferiority.

He had been so focused on making Lin Dong jealous that he hadn't noticed the Pagani Huayran, a car of such luxury, parked right there in the lot!

He had only ever admired these million-dollar sports cars on websites, never entertaining the thought of actually buying one.

It wasn't that he didn't desire it; he simply couldn't afford it.

Buying his BMW 3 Series had nearly drained his savings, and he was still saddled with a loan of over a hundred thousand.

He worked nights, and driving a BMW gave him prestige and made it easier to impress women.

In essence, that car was everything to him!

Yet, his everything paled in comparison to just one wheel of Lin Dong's Pagani Huayran.

Three hundred thousand versus tens of millions—how could they even compare?

It's true what they say: you can't judge a book by its cover.

Someone like Lin Dong, who could afford to drive a ten-million-dollar sports car, must have an exceptional background.

Yan Guanglee was terrified, fearing he had just crossed paths with a real heavyweight. In a moment, he felt a wave of timidity and a sense of inferiority wash over him.

The girl in the passenger seat caught sight of Lin Dong unlocking the Pagani Huayran and was equally stunned, her hand flying to her mouth in disbelief. What girl doesn't adore luxury cars, especially one like the Pagani Huayran, a multimillion-dollar sports car that's the stuff of dreams?

Her pursuit of status and wealth had led her to Yan Guanglee, the BMW driver. She had been content with riding in the BMW and thrilled with the latest Love Madness phone he had gifted her. At the phone store, she had dismissed Lin Dong without a second thought.

But now, witnessing Lin Dong with a car like the Pagani Huayran, her BMW suddenly lost its luster, and her expensive phone felt trivial. If she could turn back time to when she first met Lin Dong, she would have definitely struck up a conversation and slyly asked for his WeChat.

In that alternate reality, she might have been the one sitting in the passenger seat of this luxurious vehicle within days. But life offers no such do-overs.

At that moment, her emotions were a tangled mess.

"Move aside, I need to drive off," Lin Dong said, a frown creasing his brow.

His words snapped Yan Guanglee out of his stupor. He quickly nodded and bowed, "Of course, of course, I'll move right away!"

Yan Guanglee deftly reversed the BMW.

Lin Dong slid into the driver's seat, placed his new phone on the passenger seat, and started the car.

With a roar, the Pagani Huayran sprang to life, its powerful engine echoing as it pulled away from the parking spot. It breezed through the toll booth with a quick scan and payment, then merged onto the open road. Other vehicles, sensing its presence, gave way as if yielding to royalty.

Watching the Pagani Huayran vanish into the distance, Yan Guanglee finally allowed himself a deep breath of relief.

He wiped his forehead and realized just how much he had been sweating.

The anxiety had been overwhelming, fearing that an unhappy Lin Dong might send some heavy hitters his way.

Thankfully, that hadn't happened.

His eyes now shimmered with a mix of deep envy and bitterness.

He longed to live like Lin Dong, cruising the streets in a multimillion-dollar sports car, but he feared that even a lifetime of hard work wouldn't make that dream attainable.

The saying "comparison is the thief of joy" had never felt more true.

From now on, he resolved to keep things low-key.