Chapter 75 SX Supercar Club, Membership Fee 1.2 million

Ling Yue was going out.

Upon receiving the itinerary, Cheng Jiao immediately contacted Hu Liyun.

After lunch.

Hu Liyun's team arrived pushing their makeup cases.

Based on the type of itinerary synced in the group chat, they would first select outfits for Ling Yue appropriate for the occasion, then design the makeup and hairstyle to match the clothing.

A casual Miu Miu dress, paired with a half-up bun hairstyle and fresh, cute makeup.

Ling Yue looked at herself in the mirror; she was undeniably a vibrant, sunny girl in her early twenties.

She added a grayish-pink backpack.

Time to head out!

The SX Supercar Club was located in the western suburbs.

It was adjacent to the city's famous golf course.

Xun Ji was leaning against a blue-black McLaren Senna, standing next to a few young men around his age. The group was chatting and laughing, likely discussing a topic they were interested in.

"Old Xun, is that the person you're waiting for?" one of the young men asked, facing the parking lot.

He happened to see a beautiful young girl in casual attire get out of a Bentley and walk toward their direction, carrying a bag.

Xun Ji turned around and, sure enough, saw Ling Yue.

It hadn't been long since they last met, but she looked like a completely different person compared to when they first met.

Her face was the same, but she seemed more confident, radiant, and had more presence.

"I'm not late, am I?" Ling Yue asked, stopping in front of Xun Ji.

Xun Ji coughed lightly, feeling a bit embarrassed for having stared at her just now.

"You're quite punctual."

Ling Yue thought to herself that this was thanks to the discipline at school, which had instilled a sense of time in her.

"Who's this girl?" a young man in a leather jacket asked, looking from Ling Yue to Xun Ji.

Xun Ji realized what was happening and introduced her to the group: "This is Ling Yue, my friend."

"Ling Yue... I haven't heard of her before." The guy in the leather jacket thought to himself that the circle was so small; among the wealthy daughters who liked cars, he didn't seem to recall the name Ling Yue.

Xun Ji rolled his eyes at him. "She's from out of town."

"Oh, I see. My bad." The guy in the leather jacket scratched his head sheepishly.

Xun Ji raised an eyebrow at the group. "You guys keep chatting, I'm going to take her inside first."

"OK, OK."

The group waved their hands, ignoring Xun Ji and Ling Yue, and continued chatting by the cars.

This group was quite easygoing.

"Although SX isn't the largest supercar club in Hangzhou, it definitely has the best atmosphere. Of course, except for a few annoying people, most members are quite easy to get along with.

Our circle is quite narrow and very private, so the screening for members is relatively strict.

There's one thing I need to make clear: the threshold for joining the club is a referral from a member, but if you want to become a member, you need to pay an annual fee of 1.2 million.

I'm very close with the owner, so if I refer you, the membership fee will be 20% off."

Xun Ji babbled on and on, leading Ling Yue inside.

Upon entering, there were several roads branching out in all directions, with signs at the intersections showing the distribution of the club's various areas.

Among them, the racetrack occupied the largest area, with several buildings scattered in front of it.

Xun Ji brought Ling Yue to the leisure area.

It was a two-story building.

The first floor was filled with the rich aroma of coffee. On the left was the owner's own coffee bar, with no doors or windows blocking it; the coffee bar took up a large space.

There were quite a few people, and those who knew each other sat together chatting, their voices low.

Just as Xun Ji said, the atmosphere was nice and relatively harmonious.

Xun Ji saw a bearded man, his eyes lit up, and he turned to Ling Yue and said: "I bumped into some friends. Do you want to come with me to say hello?"

Without waiting for Ling Yue to answer, the bearded man clearly saw Xun Ji too. "Old Xun!"

He stood up and waved toward Xun Ji.

Xun Ji was already impatient to go see his friends, and Ling Yue slowly followed his pace.

At the bar in the corner.

"My friend, Ling Yue." Xun Ji introduced Ling Yue first, then said to her: "This is Old Niu. He works here, and his car wrapping skills are unbeatable! If you buy a car and want to change the wrap, you can look for him."

Old Niu's appearance was a bit similar to his name—very rugged.

Ling Yue smiled at him.

He also smiled and nodded at Ling Yue.

"This is A-Ming. Like me, he's a rich second-generation kid who wastes his life on toys." When introducing the other person, Xun Ji's tone was clearly filled with banter.

The man called A-Ming had a mole on his nose. When he frowned, the mole also scrunched up. "What 'wasting life on toys'? You shameless guy, do you even know how to talk!

My older brothers are going crazy fighting over the family business. I don't have that much ambition; I just want to be a second-generation slacker who lives for the day. You only live once, so you might as well live it how you like."

After saying that, he looked at Ling Yue and extended his hand. "Hello, beauty. Just call me A-Ming."

He looked like a slacker, but his gaze was open and honest, and his personality seemed straightforward—at least, that was how it appeared for now.

Ling Yue smiled faintly and shook his hand.

A-Ming picked up his phone, scanned the code on the table, and then handed it to Ling Yue. "What do you want to drink? It's on me. Let's just consider it making a new friend."

Before Ling Yue could reach out to take it, the phone was snatched away by Xun Ji. "You stingy guy, actually willing to spend money? Did this year's allowance finally arrive?"

A-Ming rolled his eyes hard. "Get lost! Even if I'm broke, I can still treat a new friend to a cup of coffee."

Xun Ji quickly ordered what he wanted, then handed the phone to Ling Yue, adding: "Order whatever you want. It's rare for this stingy guy to spend money."

Ling Yue wanted to say there was no need.

But in this atmosphere, insisting on paying for herself would be a snub.

Ling Yue ordered a glass of apple juice.

During the conversation, A-Ming learned that Ling Yue wanted to buy a car.

He turned to face Ling Yue. "I just had a car shipped here for consignment today. It's the top trim, with 5,000 kilometers on it. You can take a look in a bit. If you buy it, I'll sell it for 18 million."

Of course, this 1800 meant 18 million.

Xun Ji was a bit curious. "Which car are you talking about?"

"The Ferrari 812C."

"Didn't you like that one a lot? Why are you selling it?"

A-Ming shrugged, looking perfectly reasonable. "I drove it for a while, the novelty wore off."

Such a simple and unpretentious reason, yet Xun Ji actually found it perfectly reasonable.

He turned to Ling Yue and said: "His 812C is actually quite good for daily driving. You can take a look in a while."

"Xun Ji, it's not that I want to criticize you, but don't just bring anyone into the club."

Suddenly, a rough voice filled with disdain sounded from behind them.

A young man with purple hair and trendy clothes was walking toward them, dangling a car key of some unknown brand in his hand.

Old Niu quietly carried his coffee and walked away.

A-Ming scoffed coldly, his expression clearly displeased.

Xun Ji furrowed his brow tightly, and his face darkened, especially after seeing the car key in the man's hand.

Ling Yue nudged A-Ming. "What's the situation?"

"Old Xun's arch-rival, Lin Poluo."

Seeing Ling Yue's confused expression, A-Ming gossiped: "They haven't gotten along since high school. It seems they became enemies because of a basketball game. Anyway, they're the type who start bickering as soon as they see each other."

Basketball team.

That sounds familiar; it seems like Kan Jiashu mentioned it before.