GOD MODE FRESHMAN: Trillionaire Simulator-Chapter 39 - : Let Your "Brother Chen" Drive a Better Supercar Then!

"Right, what about it?"

Huang Haiyi retorted.

"If I remember correctly, that 'Brother Chen' you mentioned drives a five-million-yuan Ferrari."

Zheng Yuanliang sneered sarcastically.

"You call someone with a five-million-yuan Ferrari 'brother'? Then what should you call me when I drive this nine-million-yuan Lamborghini Aventador?"

"Should you call me Daddy or Grandpa?"

Zheng Yuanliang smiled mockingly.

"You-!"

Huang Haiyi's face flushed crimson.

"Watch your mouth, Zheng."

Huang spoke through gritted teeth.

He could tolerate Zheng's insults toward himself-after all, his own car was inferior. But Brother Chen was his idol. He couldn't let Zheng look down on him.

"Ha."

Zheng snorted dismissively.

"Treating someone with a five-million-yuan Ferrari like some big shot..." He couldn't let Zheng look down on him. Are you naive or just stupid?"

Zheng disdained both Huang and this so-called Brother Chen. A guy driving a five-million-yuan Ferrari wasn't even his equal-how could he be important?

"Brother Chen? What a joke."

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Huang trembled with rage while his friends lowered their heads, unable to refute. They hadn't met Brother Chen themselves.

"Brother Zheng's right."

"A five-million-yuan Ferrari owner's no different from us-not even one-tenth of Brother Zheng's status."

"Why call him 'Brother Chen'? He doesn't deserve it. Just call him 'Little Chen'."

Bystanders eager to curry favour with Zheng joined the mockery. What did it matter if they insulted an absent man? Pleasing Zheng was worth any price.

"Your taste in role models is pathetic, Huang." Zheng critiqued smugly.

"Let me show you what a real VIP looks like."

He mysteriously revealed he'd recently befriended a true heavyweight-Young Master Fang, someone who could crush Brother Chen like an ant.

Before anyone could process this, another engine roar echoed.

A yellow supercar approached the estate.

"What in the world is that?"

A young socialite recognised the vehicle first, gasping in awe. The crowd turned to see the sleek yellow machine.

"That car looks insane!"

"I want one too! You'd turn heads driving that!"

"I want one too! You'd turn heads driving that!" "You wish? Do you even know what that is?"

The initial recogniser scoffed.

"That's a McLaren P1! Base price thirteen million yuan-over fifteen million after taxes!"

Gasps erupted. Though unfamiliar with the model, the astronomical price tag stunned them. A fifteen-million-yuan supercar! This was their first glimpse of such legendary machinery.

The McLaren glided to a stop beside Zheng's Lamborghini. Zheng immediately scrambled over like an eager servant as the doors opened.

A haughty young man stepped out.

"Young Master Fang! A haughty young man stepped out.

Zheng fawned obsequiously.

"Everyone, meet Mr. Fang Hongxiu-heir to the Fang Group conglomerate!" The crowd buzzed.

The crowd buzzed. The Fang Group was a Jiangzhou titan with billions in assets! This arrogant youth was their crown prince!

"This is the VIP I mentioned."

Zheng puffed his chest proudly.

Huang and friends stood dumbfounded. They never imagined Zheng's connection would be this monumental.

"Young Master Fang!"

"Such style, Young Master Fang!"

Socialites swarmed with flattery while Zheng sauntered back to Huang.

"See this, Old Huang? This is a real heavyweight."

Zheng taunted.

"Young Master Fang's fifteen-million McLaren makes your 'Brother Chen' look like a clown. Stop embarrassing yourself with fake idols."

Protected by Fang's presence, Zheng mercilessly ridiculed Huang. Though Huang's friends burned with anger, they dared not react.

"Don't push it, Zheng! Brother Chen has his strengths!"

"Don't push it, Zheng! Brother Chen has his strengths!" Huang choked out.

"Don't push it, Zheng! Brother Chen has his strengths!" Huang choked out. "Oh? Then let him drive a car better than Young Master Fang's McLaren!"

Zheng retorted triumphantly.

"If your 'brother' shows up in a superior supercar, I'll kneel and call him master! I'll even gift him my nine-million Lambo!"

Knowing this impossible, Zheng confidently set his trap. Huang shook with helpless rage. Brother Chen was formidable but notoriously low-profile, driving only a modest Ferrari.

"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?"

Zheng laughed uproariously.

Mid-laughter, a sleek black hypercar glided into the estate.