From Wage Slave to Tycoon

Chapter 112: Chapter 98: Telling Me to Hand It Over? The Nerve! Is It Size 42? (Part 2)

Everyone chuckled at the words.

"Don’t worry, Young Master Su. We’re all hoping you’ll treat us to a big meal!" Qin Fen said cheekily.

The other three nodded in perfect agreement.

Seeing this, Su Chen flipped them both off. He’d been getting sentimental over nothing.

A burst of laughter erupted as they all dispersed to find a supercar they liked.

Su Chen went to check out a Lamborghini first. He couldn’t help it; the car was just too famous. He was looking at a blue convertible.

He was about to get in when he realized he was a bit too tall, making it awkward. Hou Ting, who was nearby, saw this and quickly came over to remove the convertible top.

But when he sat down, Su Chen was utterly dumbfounded!!

Nearby, Hou Ting covered his mouth, trying his best not to laugh. But seeing Su Chen’s predicament, he couldn’t hold it in any longer and burst out laughing.

Su Chen’s head stuck out a little bit above the windshield. From the outside, it looked like he was driving a child’s toy car.

He shot a glare at Hou Ting and said irritably, "Hey, hey, that’s enough. Be careful you don’t bust a gut laughing!"

"Young Master Su, I’m trying not to laugh, but you just look too hilarious..." Hou Ting really couldn’t take it anymore, clutching his stomach with one hand and leaning on the car with the other.

Speechless, Su Chen opened the car door and got out. He then went to look at other cars, while Hou Ting was still draped over the car, not yet recovered from his fit of laughter.

After about ten minutes of looking, Su Chen finally chose a Ferrari.

Su Chen was the last one to choose a car and drive it onto the track.

When he arrived, Sicong and the other three were standing around, smoking and chatting.

Seeing Su Chen get out of his car, they all threw away their cigarettes.

"Have you guys decided? How are we racing? All together or individually?"

"Let’s do individual runs. We’ll use lap times to determine the winner!" Sicong said.

"Alright~"

The Shanghai International Circuit is shaped like the Chinese character for "shang" (上). A single lap is 5.45 kilometers long. The current world record is 1:32.238. The guys didn’t even dream of hitting that speed; finishing a lap in three minutes would already be considered incredible.

They drew lots, and Sicong had the bad luck of going first. He was, of course, driving his favorite, a Porsche 918!

"VROOOM... VMMMM..."

As the engine roared, the cocky Qin Fen produced a small black-and-white checkered flag from god-knows-where and stood to the side in front of the Porsche 918.

"Ready, set... Go!"

As the checkered flag fell, the red Porsche 918 shot forward instantly with a piercing "WHOOSH!"

"That’s a pretty fast start. Looks like Sicong is taking this seriously!" Hou Ting remarked with some feeling as he watched the Porsche 918 speed away.

"Come on, let’s go to the big screen and see how he’s doing!"

The entire racetrack was equipped with comprehensive HD cameras, allowing them to watch the action on the track in real-time.

Sicong was driving the red Porsche at around 100 km/h, slowing to 60 or 70 on the turns. After all, they weren’t professionals, so there was bound to be a difference in speed.

Sicong’s first lap finally ended after about three minutes and twenty seconds.

Maybe it was because he got used to the track on the first lap, but his next two laps were significantly faster...

When his three laps were over, Sicong’s time appeared on the big screen: 8:27.534, with an average lap time of about 2 minutes and 48 seconds.

"Wow, impressive. Even an amateur team would shake their heads at a time like that!" As soon as Sicong walked in, he was greeted by Qin Fen’s sarcastic remark.

Sicong wasn’t about to put up with it. "Cut the crap. You’re talking a big game. Alright, let the show begin!"

Qin Fen was driving the white Koenigsegg that Su Chen had seen when he first arrived. It was actually quite good on the track, and its speed seemed to be a cut above Sicong’s, probably due to his usual street racing.

One lap... Two laps... Three laps!

Qin Fen quickly finished his run with a time of 7:52.025, a full 34 seconds faster than Sicong. This pissed Sicong off so much that he didn’t even give Qin Fen a pleasant look when he came in.

Qin Fen was about to show off a bit, but seeing Su Chen getting ready to start, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

As Su Chen sat in the car, he felt a strange tinge of nervousness, perhaps because it was his first time doing laps on a track like this.

"Why is Young Master Su going so slow? It’s like watching an old lady taking a stroll!" Qin Fen muttered under his breath as he watched the big screen.

"Hm? Did you just say Young Master Su drives like an old lady? Hou Ting, Feiyu, you both heard him, right? When Young Master Su gets back, I’m gonna tattle on you!" Sicong said with a mischievous grin.

Qin Fen was dumbstruck. "Holy shit, Sicong, don’t screw me over! I’d like to live a few more years!"

"Tch. Who was the one acting all high and mighty just now, talking without a filter!"

"It was just a description!! Don’t twist my words!"

Watching the two of them bicker, Hou Ting and Chen Feiyu exchanged a look and took a synchronized step back.

"Thank God they’re both guys, otherwise they’d be a classic case of lovers’ quarrels!" Chen Feiyu remarked with a sigh.

Hearing this, Hou Ting suddenly interjected, "Ahem... It’s not impossible for two guys, you know!"

Hearing Hou Ting’s comment, and remembering that he was from Rongcheng in Sichuan, Chen Feiyu silently took another step away from him.

Su Chen quickly finished his race. Good lord, his three laps took him nearly thirteen minutes. Seeing this result, Su Chen himself gave an embarrassed laugh.