41: It's trending!

The moment the engine started and the top-tier luxury sports car hit the road, the atmosphere of the entire coastal highway changed.

The cars around it had been driving along quite leisurely, but upon seeing such a monstrous vehicle with an exaggerated design and a thunderous roar emerge in their rearview mirrors, they all subconsciously gave it some space and maintained a safe distance.

For ordinary luxury cars, people might just take a couple of extra glances and make sure not to scratch them.

But Jiang Yuan's car was obviously, at a single glance—extremely expensive. So expensive that a single scratch might mean working for the rest of one's life to pay for it.

Therefore, many drivers consciously slowed down, keeping a "safe distance" that allowed them to get a good look without getting too close.

If they really did scrape it, their insurance probably wouldn't even cover a fraction of the cost.

This Huayra was not a convertible model, so Jiang Yuan just rolled the window down halfway to let the sea breeze pour in.

The engine roared lowly behind him, and every slight acceleration of the car body carried a sense of restrained, violent aesthetics.

Driving along the way, the number of heads turned was truly exaggerated.

Pedestrians, people in roadside shops, and drivers waiting at traffic lights were either taking out their phones to film it or making video calls to their friends.

Jiang Yuan gripped the steering wheel, unable to help feeling a little smug.

It had to be said, when it came to being cool and stylish, nothing beat this kind of top-tier supercar.

Compared to his brabus, the impact of this one was more direct and purer—the former was luxury in low-key, while this one had "I am very expensive" written on every line of its body.

The license plate Lu B16666 had already been installed and was hanging on the rear of the car, which made many Qingdao locals immediately assume it belonged to a hidden local big shot.

But no matter how much they inquired or searched online, they couldn't find the owner's background at all.

However, the situation quickly escalated from "offline curiosity" to "online fermentation."

Someone posted videos and photos taken along the road online.

The titles were more exaggerated than the last—

"Shocking! A suspected hundred-million-level supercar appears in Qingdao!"

"A custom pagani Huayra worth 90 million, who exactly is the owner?!"

The popularity soared, and in a short time, it topped the local trending searches.

Qingdao was already a tourist city with high traffic and many topics, and combined with the inherent attention-grabbing nature of supercars, it quickly attracted countless people to click into the comment section to watch.

People who knew cars also appeared one after another:

"This is not an ordinary Huayra. The rear wing, the details—one look and you know it's deeply customized, definitely a one-off."

"Forget the price. Even if you have money, the manufacturer might not be willing to build it for you. Those who can get their hands on one must have a story behind them."

"If you really count the configuration and labor costs for this car, ninety million is a conservative estimate."

The comment section was filled with a mix of awe and jealousy.

Meanwhile, various snapshots of Jiang Yuan, side-profile photos taken by passersby, and blurry front-facing shots taken through the windshield began to circulate everywhere online.

Some people carefully zoomed in on the screenshots and studied them for a long time.

No matter how they looked at it, he didn't look like the boss of any well-known large enterprise.

Nor did he look like those second-generation rich kids who were always in the entertainment or finance sections.

He didn't look tacky; in fact, one could say he was excessively handsome, yet he was completely unfamiliar.

"Who is this guy? I've never seen him before."

"If this face were famous, I would have already seen it in the news or on social media platforms."

"This is what you call a true hidden big shot; they don't need to show their face in public."

The online discussion became increasingly heated.

Meanwhile, inside the car, Jiang Yuan just felt the sea breeze was just right, the accelerator pedal felt comfortable, and the woman sitting beside him was pleasing to the eye.

As for the rest, he couldn't be bothered to care.

...

At night, guided by Gu Xinyu, Jiang Yuan arrived at the niche private restaurant she had booked in advance.

The place wasn't big; it was a small courtyard by the sea. The gate was very ordinary, but upon pushing it open, the interior had quite a bit of style.

Wooden floors, warm yellow lights, and a row of floor-to-ceiling windows facing the sea.

Coming during the day would probably allow one to see the entire coastline clearly, but now it was dark outside. One could only see a deep outline, with occasional flickering lights in the distance. Mostly, there was the sound of waves crashing against the shore, which came in through the glass—a bit noisy, yet relaxing.

The two chose a seat by the window and sat down. After ordering, the waiter retreated.

The downtime was a bit boring, so Jiang Yuan casually took out his phone and opened TikTok to scroll for a bit.

Just as he clicked into the message interface, he was slightly stunned.

The "99+" red dot on the private message icon was there, glaringly red.

He scrolled down through the stranger messages, but couldn't reach the bottom. Looking at his content page, the video he had casually posted earlier had soared to over thirty thousand likes, over ten thousand comments, and over five thousand shares.

Jiang Yuan was silent for a few seconds, the thought that popped into his mind was a bit absurd.

"...It just went viral?"

And it was the kind that happened completely without preparation, just randomly going viral.

He clicked on the private messages and casually flipped down a page, only to find it filled with all sorts of chaotic content.

"Great God, V50, let me see your strength!"

"Brother, do you need someone to warm your bed? I'm light, soft, and easy to push over~ [Drool]"

"Divine Magnate, you drive a car worth one hundred million just like that—are you still taking on underlings? I'm not picky about the work, just say the word!"

There were also various selfies, requests to flirt, and pleas to be taken under his wing, mixed with a few swear words.

Jiang Yuan's mouth twitched slightly as he watched, clicking his tongue in secret.

This internet world was truly more outrageous than he had imagined.

A soft question came from across the table.

"What's wrong, Brother Jiang?"

Gu Xinyu saw his expression was a bit strange and thought something had happened. She put down her water glass, her gaze becoming a bit more serious.

"See for yourself."

Jiang Yuan handed the phone over.

She didn't understand when she took it, but when she looked down and clicked into the message page, she saw that string of red dots and was stunned again.

"..."

She clicked on the content page, looked at the tens of thousands of likes and the explosive comment section, was silent for two seconds, and when she looked up, her eyes were shining.

"Brother Jiang, you've gone viral."

She was genuinely happy for him, her tone carrying an irrepressible excitement.

In her understanding, traffic equaled money; a sudden take-off of an account might just be a new path.

However, this thought only spun in her mind for a moment before she quickly dismissed it herself.

Given Jiang Yuan's current strength, if you really calculated it, the advertising fees and tips of ordinary internet celebrities probably wouldn't even count as the fraction of his interest payments.

"Yeah, I don't know how I suddenly went viral."

Jiang Yuan was also a bit speechless. He reached out to take the phone back and clicked into the comment section of the post to take a look.

Below, everyone was spamming "Divine Magnate," "Big Shot," "Billionaire," and "Hidden Rich Guy."

He scrolled up and saw an image attached to a popular comment. He narrowed his eyes, feeling it looked a bit familiar.

"Had the honor of seeing the Divine Magnate and his ride today; he looks even more handsome in real life."

After this sentence was a photo.

In the picture, he and Gu Xinyu were standing next to the pagani, talking to the foreign staff member.

The lights shone down, and the lines of the car body were bright enough to dazzle the eyes. He and Gu Xinyu were both in the spotlight—the man sharp and handsome, the woman cold and elegant. Standing together, they looked indescribably well-matched.

It had to be said that the angle of this photo was well-chosen; it captured him with a strong aura and also made Gu Xinyu look exceptionally beautiful.

"Hmm, it's not bad."

Jiang Yuan nodded, considering it a review.

He probably understood what was going on now.