HLM – Chapter 794 Like Youths, We Gallop Ahead

Wang Bo helped his old classmates unload their luggage from the bus while Na Qingyang kept shouting, “Everyone, check your belongings! Keep an eye on your phones, wallets, and laptops—don’t lose anything!”

A pickup truck waited to load their suitcases. A total of twenty-two people had come to visit Sunset Town this time, including seven couples. Although they hadn’t brought much, there were quite a few suitcases because everyone had brought gifts for Wang Bo.

The pickup couldn’t fit everything, so Wang Bo drove over his Aston Martin.

Seeing the car, Hou Haibo looked puzzled. “Old Wang, this doesn’t suit your style. You’re rich now—why are you still driving an old-fashioned thing like this? It looks outdated.”

Fan Dong, who knew a bit about cars, leaned over and inspected it. “Wait… this is an Aston Martin, right?”

The current Aston Martin logo featured two wings with “Aston Martin” written between them, but Wang Bo’s classic model looked different. That was because the company had changed its emblem several times since Ford’s acquisition in 1987.

“This is an Aston Martin? Why is it so ugly?” Zhao Xiaohui asked curiously. Anyone with some knowledge knew that Aston Martin was the “tall, rich, and handsome” of the luxury car world—the epitome of sports car elegance.

Wang Bo patted the hood. “Yep, Aston Martin. This one’s been around for half a century.”

“You bought it second-hand?” Cao Bo asked.

“Yeah, came across it by chance. I like it—vintage, low-key, understated. The new ones are too flashy.”

“But doesn’t it feel beneath your status? A rich guy like you driving a used car?”

Na Qingyang gave the group a side-eye. “Do you guys even know cars? Let me tell you, this isn’t cheap. These days, it’d fetch at least 1.5 million, maybe even 2 million.”

“Wow, that’s pricey. But isn’t that around the price of an Audi A8?” Zhao Xiaohui stuck out her tongue.

Na Qingyang paused for effect, then said, “Maybe I wasn’t clear—the 1.5 or 2 million… is in U.S. dollars.”

“What the—?!”

The girls all widened their eyes in shock.

The men—Fan Dong and the others—were less surprised. They couldn’t afford to play with cars, but every man knew the topic came up often in conversations. They understood the worth of a vintage car.

Zhao Xiaohui pulled out her phone. “What’s the dollar-to-RMB exchange rate now? I’ve gotta calculate this. The fanciest car I’ve ever sat in was a Mercedes S600.”

Wang Bo tossed her the keys. “No need to calculate. Xiaohui, you got your driver’s license, right? Then you can drive this one.”

Zhao Xiaohui got in excitedly. Fan Dong crouched by the door and teased, “Hey, Miss Zhao, let me give you a few driving tips.
One: If you’re about to crash, cover your eyes.
Two: When it’s time to brake, cover your eyes.
Three: If you lose control of the steering wheel, cover your eyes…”

Everyone outside burst out laughing. Someone pulled Fan Dong away. “Fan, you’re such a jerk!”

Fan Dong looked innocent. “What? Isn’t that how female drivers operate back home?”

Zhao Xiaohui snapped a few selfies in the car, then got out. “Alright, I’m done. Who’s next? Come on, hurry up and take some photos—this thing’s worth millions!”

Wang Bo pointed toward the training ground. “If you want to see real luxury cars, I’ll take you over there later. Ferraris, Lamborghinis, Bentleys, Maybachs… even Porsches, Cadillacs, BMWs, and Mercedes feel embarrassed to show up there.”

The group was stunned.

“Are you serious?”

“Old Wang, you collect luxury cars now?”

“Let’s go see! I’ve never even seen a Lamborghini in person!”

Wang Bo smiled. “Of course it’s true. But first, let’s get you all settled in. Tonight—we party!”

“Where are we going?” asked the introverted Su Dongdong.

Wang Bo pointed toward the misty mountainside. “Right there—in that mountain, where the clouds hide all secrets.”

Cao Bo’s eyes lit up. “Hey, is that your castle? You really live in one?”

Hou Haibo and the others nodded knowingly. “Didn’t you see his livestream video before?”

Cao Bo chuckled awkwardly. “I thought that was just him traveling somewhere.”

Wang Bo handed Fan Dong the car keys. “Go ahead, drive it.”

Fan Dong waved his hands. “No way. That’s a million-dollar car—and it’s right-hand drive! I’m not touching it.”

“It’s fine,” Wang Bo said. “Right-hand drive isn’t hard. Just go slow. It’s easy to handle.”

Then he lowered the top—the convertible revealed its true form. “See? Now the top’s down. Just drive boldly. If something feels off—hit the brakes and jump out!”

He demonstrated himself—slamming the brakes and hopping out nimbly with both hands on the door.

“What about you then?”

Wang Bo whistled sharply. Out in the open field behind the town, a golden horse perked its ears and galloped over like a streak of fire—his horse, Tuhao Jin.

Most of the city folks had barely seen real horses except at tourist attractions, where you pay a few dozen yuan for a photo. But those tame ponies were nothing like the wild, muscular, high-spirited Tuhao Jin. Its four hooves struck the ground like thunder, its body gleaming like molten gold. The sight stunned the entire group.

“Wow!”

Tuhao Jin stopped right before Wang Bo. He stepped into the stirrup and vaulted gracefully onto the horse. “How about that? I’ll ride.”

Su Dongdong’s girlfriend, Zhu Fang, muttered softly, “Am I the only one who thinks that horse looks kind of ugly?”

Nearby was the Black Horse King, which Wang Bo never confined—sometimes it wandered around the town freely. But unlike Tuhao Jin, it obeyed Eva more, since she fed it carrots every day.

Wang Bo rode Tuhao Jin over, waved, and called the Black Horse King to join. “And this one?”

The Black Horse King was a stunner—long legs, sleek coat, perfect muscles, and an air of regal arrogance. It instantly captivated everyone.

“What kind of horse is this? It’s gorgeous!” Zhu Fang exclaimed.

Na Qingyang patted the horse’s neck. After it calmed, he carefully climbed on. “Heh, lucky day! The black beauty actually let me ride!”

Wang Bo saw he wasn’t sitting firmly and smirked mischievously. Na Qingyang caught that look.  “Hey, Old Wang, don’t do this! Give me some face—”

Before he could finish, Wang Bo pointed at the Black Horse King. Tuhao Jin’s ears perked up, and it darted toward the other horse’s rear.

The Black Horse King, well-acquainted with this prank, bolted instantly.

Na Qingyang screamed, clutching the horse’s neck for dear life. “You bastard, Wang! Abusing your employees! Help!”

Wang Bo turned back with a grin. “Come on, everyone—let’s gallop like the youths we are!”