GOD MODE FRESHMAN: Trillionaire Simulator-Chapter 40 - : The Crowd Is Stunned

"Holy shit, am I hallucinating?"

A young socialite spotted the black hypercar first, his voice trembling with awe.

Curious, the crowd turned—and froze.

"Is...is that a Koenigsegg?!"

Someone stammered.

"Yes."

A car enthusiast confirmed, breathless.

"That's a Koenigsegg Agera. Worth over twenty million yuan, maybe even thirty!"

Twenty to thirty million?!

The shock escalated to sheer disbelief. Moments ago, they'd marveled at a fifteen-million supercar. Now, this? The price alone could buy a luxury villa in Jiangzhou!

Zheng Yuanliang and Huang Haiyi gaped, equally stunned. Even Fang Hongxiu's McLaren P1 paled in comparison. The Koenigsegg's sleek, phantom-like design screamed dominance. Price-wise, it doubled the McLaren's value.

Gulp.

Zheng stared greedily, jaw slack. Even the arrogant Fang Hongxiu couldn't hide his envy.

"Whose car is this? Must belong to some ultra-VIP!"

The crowd buzzed, craning their necks as the Koenigsegg glided to a stop beside the McLaren.

The doors lifted like wings.

A devastatingly handsome young man stepped out.

The socialites exchanged confused glances—none recognized him.

Huang Haiyi's eyes nearly popped.

"B-Brother Chen?!"

He sprinted over, bowing deeply.

"Brother Chen, you're here!"

The crowd froze.

Brother Chen? The man Huang had raved about—the one they'd mocked—was the owner of this thirty-million-yuan beast?

Huang's friends lit up with vindication. The tide had turned.

Zheng Yuanliang turned ghostly pale. His earlier taunt echoed in his mind:

"If your 'Brother Chen' brings a better car, I'll kneel and gift him my Lambo!"

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Panicking, he tried to slink away.

Huang spotted him instantly.

"Hey, Lao Zheng! What was that promise you made earlier?"

"H-Huang...I was wrong! I'm sorry!" Zheng begged, cold sweat dripping.

Huang smirked. "Forget the Lambo. But your other vow..."

Zheng's face crumpled. Humiliation was better than losing his car.

Reluctantly, he shuffled toward Ye Chen and thudded to his knees.

"B-Brother Chen..."

The crowd gasped.

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow.

"It's not New Year's. I don't have red envelopes."

Huang tossed Zheng a crumpled 1-yuan bill.

"Here, Xiao Zheng. Keep the change."

Zheng accepted it miserably as the crowd erupted in stifled laughter.

Meanwhile, the fawning socialites abandoned Fang Hongxiu, swarming Ye Chen instead.

"Brother Chen, your Koenigsegg is legendary!"

Suddenly, Fang Hongxiu pushed through the crowd, stopping inches from Ye Chen.

"I challenge you!" he declared, eyes blazing.

The air crackled with tension.