89: Chapter 89 The Supercar Arrived

Zhang Shan tidied up a bit, then drove back to the Yun Shan villa.

He first called over the property manager to inform him that a car would be delivered shortly, then asked the manager to recommend two housekeepers.

Since he already had a luxury mansion, it would be unreasonable not to move in and enjoy it.

After giving instructions, Zhang Shan started ordering various household items online, stopping only when he had purchased everything he could think of.

Shortly after, the property manager brought over a few housekeepers, and Zhang Shan selected two who looked honest and reliable.

One, called Aunt Li, was responsible for cleaning, and the other, Aunt Zhang, who shared his surname, was responsible for grocery shopping and cooking; neither of them would live on-site.

Zhang Shan's lifestyle was too decadent; having live-in housekeepers would be quite inconvenient.

"Aunt Li, Aunt Zhang, there's no one here today, so you can just clean up and then clock out. All the daily necessities will be delivered tomorrow; when you arrive, just start organizing, and if you aren't sure about anything, wait until I get back to handle it."

"Alright, Mr. Zhang."

After instructing the two housekeepers, Zhang Shan began to carefully explore the villa.

The entire villa had five floors in total—three above ground and two below—and the ground floor not only had front and back gardens but also an enormous garage.

The total usable area was nearly 2,000 square meters. Zhang Shan did the math: based on his previous salary, he wouldn't even be able to afford the property management fees.

After walking around, Zhang Shan couldn't help but sigh again—being rich is truly f*cking great.

In such a large mansion, if he were to live alone, he might not be able to sleep at night. It was too big; living in it felt frightening.

Hmm, decided. He had to find a few more people to keep him company. Otherwise, it was just too empty.

Soon, a truck, guided by the property management, arrived at Villa No. 8, followed by several escorting Audi cars and a crane. His Bugatti had arrived.

The Sales Manager saw Zhang Shan come out of the villa and immediately stepped out of the car to greet him.

"Hello, I am the Sales Manager. May I ask if you are Mr. Zhang Shan?"

"Hello, that's me." Zhang Shan nodded at the Sales Manager.

"Hello, hello. I will arrange for them to unload the car immediately; please inspect the vehicle first."

"Mhm."

The Sales Manager called out, and the staff who had come with the vehicle immediately began directing the unloading process.

First, the crane carefully lifted the container off the truck, and then everyone went up to slowly open the container door.

As the door opened, a cool-looking sports car came into everyone's view.

The classic horseshoe-shaped radiator grille, the pure black carbon fiber body, and the streamlined chassis all highlighted the aura of this sports car.

After the staff carefully rolled the sports car out, the Sales Manager led Zhang Shan to the front of the vehicle.

"Mr. Zhang, this is the Bugatti Bolide, which we call the 'Flying Fire Meteor.' It is equipped with an 8.0-liter quad-turbocharged W16 engine with a maximum horsepower of 1825... It features a full carbon fiber body, paired with X-shaped front and rear diffusers, dual air curtain intakes, and other aerodynamic kits... It accelerates from zero to 100 km/h in just 2.17 seconds, and its top speed can reach over 500 km/h. It is the ultimate performance monster... Mr. Zhang, come and feel the roar of its engine."

The Sales Manager chattered on about the appearance and performance, but Zhang Shan was only satisfied with the last sentence.

After all, he had never seen such a sports car before; he didn't even know how to open the car door.

The Sales Manager opened the driver's side scissor door, gestured for Zhang Shan to sit inside, and then thoughtfully guided him on how to start the engine.

The 16-cylinder turbocharged engine let out a wild roar. Zhang Shan pressed the accelerator twice to feel the intimidating sound.

He instantly felt his blood start to boil.

No wonder rich people love sports cars; just hearing this sound alone is enough to make one's blood race.

Seeming to notice Zhang Shan's excitement, the Sales Manager said, "Mr. Zhang, would you like to take it for a test drive?"

Zhang Shan had been wanting to do exactly that, but he didn't know how to handle such a sports car.

Of course, as a very observant Sales Manager, it would not let the customer feel embarrassed.

It spoke up at the right moment to guide Zhang Shan: "Mr. Zhang, like this, and like this. Actually, driving a sports car is just like driving your Rolls-Royce, you just need to pay attention to the throttle control. Also, you might not be used to this square steering wheel, so please keep that in mind as well."

Zhang Shan nodded to indicate he understood. Then, after the car door slowly closed, he gently pressed the accelerator.

Vroom... Vroom... Vroom...

A bolt of black lightning flew across the ground.

"Oh ho, that's awesome."

After driving a lap, Zhang Shan stepped out, excited.

The Sales Manager approached again enthusiastically, "Mr. Zhang, how does it feel?"

"Mhm, very good." Zhang Shan said calmly, his expression restrained.

"Alright, as long as you are satisfied. If there are no issues, please sign here, and we will have completed the handover. Additionally, the registration documents and insurance for this car are being processed and should be ready by tomorrow. Once they are ready, I will have them delivered to you. Therefore, it is best not to drive this car out today to avoid any unnecessary trouble."

"Alright, thanks for the reminder."

After the handover was complete, the Sales Manager led the motorcade away.

The property manager secretly took a photo, then searched for this sports car. Looking at the description, she couldn't help but click her tongue in surprise.

Such a sports car actually cost over 30 million; the second-hand market had severe premiums, and it was the kind of car you couldn't even buy if you wanted to.

She really didn't understand the world of the rich.

But she didn't need to understand; she just needed to do her job well.

"Mr. Zhang, do you have any other instructions?"

"Oh, nothing else. You can go back."

"Alright, if you have any instructions, you can contact me directly at any time. We are at your service 24 hours a day."

The property manager spoke sincerely, but Zhang Shan didn't really care.

After the manager left, Zhang Shan took out his phone and filmed a video of the Bugatti.

Then he opened Douyin, uploaded the video he had just taken, and added the caption: "Who understands? I just picked up the car but don't know how to drive it. Is there any expert who can teach me?"

After posting, Zhang Shan put his phone away, resisted the urge to go out for a joyride, and drove the sports car into the garage.

After the two housekeepers finished cleaning, he drove his Phantom back to the hotel.

He had already paid for the hotel room for today, so it would be a waste not to stay there.

Besides, Rou Rou was coming over tonight, and he didn't want to invite them to his home for his first meeting with the streamers.

After confirming the time to pick up Rou Rou with his private driver, Zhang Shan prepared to find a little more pleasure.

After all, apart from seeking pleasure, there was nothing else for him to do.

Zhang Shan opened Douyin, and the notification messages immediately caused the app to crash.

"What the hell, what's going on?"

Zhang Shan reopened Douyin and saw the 99+ notification prompt in the message bar.

He remembered having changed his private message settings, so why were there still so many?

He clicked on the messages and saw that the likes and comments were all showing 99+ notifications.

Only then did Zhang Shan realize that the video he had posted had gone viral...