OFR – Chapter 315 Lamborghini, do you know?

While still speculating about the boy’s identity, Zhan Yuyun drove the Lamborghini—which would be considered a luxury car by any ordinary standard—away from the Xuanwu Zhongshan district.

The Bugatti Veyron joint car exhibition was quite a distance from the villa district and along the way, they passed by Nanjing University.

There, they saw several students also trying to hail a ride to the exhibition.

After chatting a bit with Mu Bai, Zhan Yuyun decided to pick up one of the students—a sweet and pretty girl in a school uniform—on the way.

After all, no matter what the boy’s identity was, he was still just a stranger.

Zhan Yuyun wasn’t about to stop his usual girl-chasing habits because of a random passenger. Besides, the boy didn’t seem to mind picking up one or two more people.

At this moment, because the car was a Lamborghini, even in a top-tier city like Nanjing, it was still a symbol of status.

To students who barely had enough money for daily expenses, this was the kind of extravagant car they could only dream of.

So when such a supercar pulled up—

And the driver turned out to be a lazy, charming young man—it was no surprise that very few girls could resist.

Even elite students from prestigious schools like Nanjing University were no exception.

That pretty and sweet girl, known as one of the top beauties at Nanjing University, hesitated briefly before her curiosity and surprise won out—and she happily got into the Lamborghini.

Normally, a Lamborghini only has two seats, but this one had been modified. The rear seat had been expanded slightly—just enough to squeeze in one or two slim female passengers.

Once inside, the girl looked at the luxurious and high-end interior of the car and showed clear amazement.

As the car started moving again, she began chatting excitedly with Zhan Yuyun in the driver’s seat.

At first, she had thought to talk to Mu Bai too, but since he never even looked back at her—and Zhan Yuyun had mentioned he was just a fellow passenger—she dropped the idea.

As the ride went on, once the girl found out that Zhan Yuyun was the actual owner of this luxury car, the two began chatting happily. Within minutes, they had exchanged WeChat and phone numbers.

In a society with tens of millions of single men, to get the contact details of a girl who was not only sweet and pretty but also had a great figure—it was something most average guys could only dream of.

But for Zhan Yuyun, it was as easy as breathing.

He enjoyed this feeling of superiority. It was the kind of tangible satisfaction that made him truly appreciate the perks of a money-and-power-driven world.

For the wealthy, this was truly the best era.

In this day and age, having money really meant you could do anything.

Now, as he smiled and listened to the girl’s flirty chatter from the back seat, he casually glanced at the boy sitting beside him.

Even after being completely ignored, the boy hadn’t reacted much at all.

Calm?

Zhan Yuyun suddenly felt like this had gone beyond just calm.

It was more like indifference. The kind of indifference that said nothing mattered—not even enough to be worth a second glance.

And that indifference gave Zhan Yuyun a strange, hard-to-describe feeling.

A little stifled. A little uncomfortable.

It felt like his confident performance had been dismissed, not even deemed worthy of acknowledgment.

But shouldn’t a boy that age be full of youthful desire, eager, fantasizing about beautiful women and flashy cars?

How could someone so young show the apathy usually seen only in jaded old men?

Could he be faking this aloof attitude?

Zhan Yuyun’s smile faded. As he drove, his brows furrowed slightly in thought.

After a few minutes of contemplation, just as they were approaching the Bugatti Veyron joint car exhibition, he was still feeling a bit unsettled.

Nonetheless, when they arrived, he smiled as usual and motioned for the boy and the girl to get out.

“Thank you, Brother Zhan! This was my first time riding in such a luxury car! Brother Zhan, can I take a photo with it?”

The girl, whose name was Xiao Qian, looked at the flashy Lamborghini with obvious excitement. Her little sense of vanity had been triggered.

If she could take a picture with it, she figured she’d gain serious bragging rights among her classmates.

“Sure, go ahead.”

Zhan Yuyun, used to such requests, smiled and nodded. Then he looked again at the boy who made him feel a bit uncomfortable.

The boy took out his phone and went through the usual app process to settle the fare online. Just as he finished, Xiao Qian finished her photos and playfully chimed in, “Brother Zhan, this car is so cool! What model is it?”

Hearing this, Zhan Yuyun turned slightly, looked at Xiao Qian, then back at the boy, and pulled out two business cards from the window.

The cards were finely made. The front listed Zhan Yuyun’s contact info, and the back had the specs of the modified Lamborghini. He smiled as he handed one to the girl and said, “It’s a modified Lamborghini.”

Then, as the girl exclaimed in awe, Zhan Yuyun turned to Mu Bai and held out the other card:

“I don’t know what brings you to the car exhibition, but if you’re here to buy a car—especially a Lamborghini—I think the specs on this card might help. Lamborghini VN98, priced at 6.3 million yuan, with an additional 1.9 million for modifications. Interested?”

His tone was casual, but carried a hint of pride.

Yes—Zhan Yuyun, facing this boy who had remained so calm he seemed indifferent, couldn’t suppress his own second-generation pride.

So what if you came from Xuanwu Zhongshan Villa District? Are you seriously so arrogant that even a near-10-million-yuan supercar doesn’t impress you?

Even the son of Nanjing’s richest man, Chen Yunzhi, wouldn’t act this aloof at that age!

But as these thoughts crossed his mind, he saw the boy glance at the card, then look up at him for a few seconds before finally taking it.

Before the boy could say anything, Zhan Yuyun continued:

“Also, I’ll wait here for you. If you end up buying a luxury car, I’d love to see it. And if not, I’ll give you a ride back—no need to refuse, it’s no trouble.”

There was a very clear implication behind those words.

It was this remark that made Mu Bai—who had originally planned to wave goodbye and leave—pause in his steps.

He looked again at the young man beside him, obviously from a well-off background, exuding a bit of a spoiled rich kid’s arrogance.

After a few seconds, he finally nodded slightly and said:

“Alright. Then I hope you won’t be disappointed.”

Mu Bai had originally intended to keep his distance from this show-off Lamborghini-driving young man. But as with many things in life, plans often go astray.