Chapter 42 - 41: Rich Second Generation Pursues Zhao Yun

Yang Chen got out of the car happily, suddenly feeling a movement in his pocket.He reached in and pulled out two keys, one electronic key and one mechanical key.

The keys were engraved with BUGATTI, and now these two were the keys to the sports car rewarded by the system.

But, it’s strange.

When the system rewarded the Phaeton, it specially pointed out where the car was placed.

Why was there no reminder for where the Bugatti was placed this time?

"Maybe the car is too luxurious and needs to be delivered to the door," Yang Chen muttered.

He didn’t care, anyway, the system’s rewards definitely couldn’t be lost.

Yang Chen quickened his pace towards the gate of Shida University.

Apart from the Art Institute a few kilometers away, Shida University had the most beautiful girls.

Watching young, vibrant girls getting into luxury cars, Yang Chen couldn’t help but sigh: "If you do well, your son picks up a different girl here every Friday. If not, your daughter gets into a car with someone else every Friday."

Young adults around twenty years old are particularly fond of comparison, with strong vanity.

Especially in cities like Hai City, where roommates often flaunt new Apple phones, even LV bags. Even the most honest girls can be led astray.

This world is full of temptation; even people in their forties and fifties struggle to resist it, let alone those around twenty.

Yang Chen arrived at the gate of Shida University.

Many people were watching a group of rich kids and their sports cars at the entrance.

"Wow, this car is so beautiful. I wish I was a bit prettier so I could get in."

"I wonder who are the lucky ones who get to ride in such cars?"

"Don’t even think about it. To get in such a car, you have to be at the level of the class beauty."

...

A few girls beside them were discussing enviously.

During Yang Chen’s school days, even driving a Buick made him popular, let alone such luxury cars. It’s no exaggeration to say any girl would find them irresistible.

At that moment, a Bugatti Veyron caught Yang Chen’s eye.

The system had just rewarded him a Bugatti Veyron, and he hadn’t seen what it looked like.

There was one right in front of him, and Yang Chen couldn’t help but push his way forward for a closer look.

"Hey, don’t push!"

"Stop staring, no matter how much you look, it won’t belong to you. A Bugatti Veyron, a car costing forty to fifty million."

"Such cars, if you’re born with it, you have it; if not, you’ll never have it in this lifetime."

...

Yang Chen chuckled without arguing.

Just then, the leader of the rich kids, Lin Nanyou, walked over with a smile.

"Bro, does it look good?" Lin Nanyou squatted next to Yang Chen and asked.

Yang Chen was studying the car’s tires. After all, it was a supercar, and the tires must be special.

Yang Chen glanced at Lin Nanyou, then nodded, saying, "It does look good. Selling for tens of millions each, it must have its reasons."

"Of course. Zero to hundred acceleration in 2.5 seconds, one of the fastest cars in the world. Selling for just 50 million each, it’s super cheap," Lin Nanyou said with a smile.

Yang Chen nodded, without speaking.

But he thought to himself, "I have one that fast."

"Bro, you must be rich, saying a 50 million car is cheap," Yang Chen said with a smile.

Lin Nanyou laughed heartily, saying, "A mere 50 million, it’s nothing to me."

But Lin Nanyou did not admit that the car was his.

The onlookers seemed to know Lin Nanyou.

"Young Master Lin, aren’t you afraid of scratching such an expensive car when you drive it out?"

"Yeah! If it gets scratched, wouldn’t you feel distressed for years?"

"Driving such expensive cars, you’re putting people at risk. If someone accidentally scrapes against it, they could lose everything."

"Haha..."

...

Lin Nanyou laughed loudly, saying, "What are cars bought for? For driving, of course! If you don’t drive a car, can it still be called a car? You all have a small-minded mentality, worrying about scratches and expensive repairs. But don’t you think that if I can afford such cars, I can certainly afford repair fees?"

The crowd nodded, agreeing it made sense.

Yang Chen thought to himself, "I don’t believe you at all. I wouldn’t afford repair fees. When my car arrives, I’ll drive carefully and definitely not come to a place like this. These are all poor students; they can’t afford to compensate for a scratch. Can’t really make them pay with their living expenses, right?"

At this moment, Yang Chen noticed the license plate of the Bugatti Veyron.

Hai A.YC520, it’s quite special, sure to win any girl’s heart.

Especially since YC happens to be the initials of Yang Chen, it carries even more significance.

"Sigh... If only this car was mine, the license plate feels like it was custom-made for me," Yang Chen sighed.

Just then, a young man in a Burberry T-shirt ran over and shouted to Lin Nanyou, "Young Master Lin, get ready, she’s coming."

Lin Nanyou quickly patted Yang Chen’s shoulder and said, "Bro, it must be fate. I’ll pay you 100 bucks to help me hold up a banner. I need one more person, you know, that tall guy over there. You seem about the same height as this bro, I’ll pay you 100 bucks too to hold up a banner. You in?"

The tall guy nodded, grinning as he replied, "Money to be made, why not? Do you wanna scan or cash?"

Lin Nanyou laughed heartily, pulling a handbag out from the Lamborghini Huracán in front.

Who knows if it was on purpose or by accident, but as soon as the handbag was opened, it fell to the ground, spilling out bundles of cash.

"Wow..."

The onlookers couldn’t help but gasp.

No doubt a rich kid, bringing so much cash on a trip.

But upon reflection, who carries cash around these days anyway?

Lin Nanyou dropping the bag on the ground to show the money was such a clumsy act.

Listening to the praises from a bunch of poor students, Lin Nanyou was very satisfied.

He pulled out a bill and shoved it into Yang Chen’s hand.

"Bro, you didn’t even ask for my opinion before stuffing money into my hand, don’t you think that’s a bit inappropriate?" Yang Chen said with a smile.

Lin Nanyou chuckled and said, "What? You think it’s not enough? Here, have a few more."

With that, he indeed pulled out a few more bills and stuffed them into Yang Chen’s hand.

"Damn, this is too easy!"

"Young Master Lin, need more help? I’ll only ask for a hundred!"

"Bro, with this much money, if you don’t do it, you’d be ungracious, wouldn’t you?"

...

Before Yang Chen could say anything, the tall guy next to him had already shoved one end of the banner into his hand.

"Bro, do me a favor, I want to earn this money," the tall guy said.

Yang Chen swallowed back the words he was about to say.

Alright then, might as well lend a hand.

Yang Chen nodded in agreement and helped the tall guy unfurl the banner.

"Xiaoyun, I like you, be my girlfriend."

What a coincidence, the girl Lin Nanyou fancied was also named Yun.

Lin Nanyou placed the money-filled bag very "casually" on the car seat and waited confidently with a bouquet made of hundred-yuan bills for his prey to arrive.

"Young Master Lin, you’re so dashing, even a guy like me could fall for you."

"Haha... With such a grand gesture, even the Nine Heavens Profound Lady would be swooning into Young Master Lin’s arms."

"She should be here soon, Young Master Lin. If you score a home run tonight, remember your bros’ efforts."

"Haha..."

Lin Nanyou replied with a face full of confidence, "If I score tonight, I’ll definitely remember my bros’ favors."

The goal of these rich second-generation kids chasing girls is so pure, just to sleep with them.

Soon enough, two girls appeared in the distance.

Everyone immediately turned their attention to the girl in the white pleated skirt.

Yang Chen immediately recognized her as the meticulously dressed Zhao Yun.

Her bare face was a 95, and with a little effort, she could at least be a 98.

Her only disadvantage was her height, probably just over 160cm.

In terms of girls, that’s quite decent, but compared to Wang Qian Ni’s long legs, her disadvantage was obvious.

Zhao Yun frowned and paused.

Her best friend Li Yun whispered, "See, see, I told you not to come out, but you wouldn’t listen. Lin Nanyou is here again; it looks like he’s serious this time. Why don’t we head back and call that Bibi driver to pick us up from the back door?"

Zhao Yun relaxed her brows, suddenly burst into laughter, gave Li Yun a pat on the arm, and briskly walked toward Lin Nanyou.

Li Yun hurriedly followed, whispering, "Xiaoyun, what are you doing? Lin Nanyou is over there! If you go now, aren’t you walking into the lion’s den? With such a big gesture, if you dare reject him, he’s definitely gonna force you."

Lin Nanyou watched Zhao Yun smiling as she approached him and immediately beamed with a smug grin.

"Damn! Earlier, you pretended to be some innocent maiden, and I actually believed you were. Haha... Turns out you’re just money-grubbing like the rest. Seeing all this, and yet you’re still walking towards me? Loving money is great; if you loved something else, I might not have it. You love money; I have money. I’ll pay, you deliver your body, and we each get what we want. Heh heh..." Lin Nanyou thought to himself.