OFR – Chapter 325 Fireworks.

“Just bought the Koenigsegg ONE:1—want to check it out?”

This sentence, nearly identical to the one he himself had used over an hour ago, made the already stunned Zhan Yuyun feel utterly awkward. His thoughts became a complete mess.

The expression on his face went through a stunning transformation.

Disbelief, shock, shame, embarrassment—all these emotions flickered across his face at lightning speed, as if he were a movie star.

He looked at the handsome boy standing before him and wanted to say something—explain perhaps. But when he met the boy’s calm and indifferent eyes, Zhan Yuyun knew that no matter what he tried to say now, it would all sound weak and meaningless.

So it took him a good three or four minutes to finally recover, and in the end, all he could do was force an awkward smile—twice—and say nothing more.

The boy, however, didn’t show the slightest hint of smugness or arrogance. After handing the performance specs booklet to Zhan Yuyun, he simply waved his hand and left without a trace of hesitation.

No lingering. No pause for reaction.

By the time Zhan Yuyun opened his mouth, wanting to say something to stop him, the Koenigsegg’s deep, signature engine growl had already started up—completely drowning out his voice.

The luxury car smoothly pulled into the center of the road and, with the lightning-fast acceleration Koenigseggs are known for, disappeared from sight within moments—leaving behind a dazed Zhan Yuyun and a plaza full of stunned onlookers.

It was now past 2 p.m. as Mu Bai drove away from the plaza.

Unknowingly, over two hours had passed since he left Xuanwu Zhongshan.

He didn’t waste any time. After all, he still had to take Xiao Qing to the train station later.

This time, Mu Bai went directly to Nanjing’s largest fireworks sales center.

This center had the most comprehensive variety of fireworks in the entire city, including the highest-end options.

There was even a rumor that the fireworks used during the 2008 Beijing Olympic Opening Ceremony were purchased from here.

Of course, it was just a rumor—no solid evidence supported it.

Still, it was undeniable that in terms of both quality and variety, this place ranked among the best in the entire country.

But in recent years, due to crackdowns by the national and local governments on the fireworks industry, the center—which used to be packed around Chinese New Year—was relatively empty this year. Even on the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month, only around 700–800 scattered customers were present.

The atmosphere felt a bit subdued.

Mu Bai didn’t plan to buy a lot of fireworks anyway.

He was simply looking for a festive vibe—a bit of New Year’s spirit.

So he only intended to buy one or two high-end fireworks that had good safety features.

With that in mind, Mu Bai didn’t even glance at the cheap fireworks sold outside. He walked straight into the high-end section.

There, a fair-skinned, plain-looking boy with glasses approached him with a smile and began introducing the products enthusiastically.

The boy looked young—no more than seventeen or eighteen. He was probably a student doing part-time work, or maybe a kid who had dropped out early and started working full-time.

Mu Bai didn’t ask. He wasn’t particularly curious or the type to dig into someone’s background.

“Sir, this is a top-tier firework called the ‘Seven-Color Rainbow Firework.’ It’s made by the Haitian Factory.

When it’s ignited, colorful arches of light will appear in the sky—very beautiful, which is why it was named after a rainbow.

The raw materials are quite costly, so it’s more expensive than other top-tier fireworks.
One unit costs 27,000 yuan. A full box contains four units and costs 100,000 yuan.

Of course, we also have an even more beautiful one called the ‘Romantic Firework’—the Nine-Color Firework.

But that one is very expensive.
The center only received two boxes, and since December, only two units have been sold.

There’s still more than one full box left…”

Although young, the salesman introduced each high-end firework with patience and professionalism. Even someone like Mu Bai—buying fireworks for the first time—could easily understand the differences between them.

Mu Bai was very satisfied.

After about ten minutes of listening, he nodded. Under the eager gaze of the salesman, he bought the fireworks that had never sold—
the infamously expensive Nine-Color “Romantic Firework.”

370,000 yuan per unit. A full box: 1.4 million yuan!

For something consumable like fireworks, that price was outright outrageous.

Not just for average people—even mid-tier millionaires at A8 or A9 wealth levels might hesitate at such a purchase.

But for Mu Bai, it was nothing.

If spending a little over a million meant he could enjoy the beautiful, dazzling display described by the salesman—something that could stop people in their tracks with awe—it was absolutely worth it in his eyes.

“Sir… you… you’re really buying a whole box of the Romantic Firework? That’s 1.4 million yuan…”

The salesman was clearly shocked.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t imagine someone spending over a million on fireworks—it was that he couldn’t believe someone around his own age would do so.

In his mind, people that age—even if they had money—would blow it on food, fun, or luxury goods to show off.
Who buys fireworks?

Because of this disbelief, even the massive commission he’d earn completely slipped his mind for a moment.

As for Mu Bai, he merely nodded calmly and handed over his bank card, motioning for the salesman to swipe it.

Soon after, with the salesman leading the way, the transaction was complete and Mu Bai was ready to leave.

Perhaps as a thank-you for the large commission, the young salesman enthusiastically helped carry the luxury fireworks out to the parking lot.

But when they arrived—and he saw Mu Bai start up his dazzling, extravagant supercar—the salesman suddenly froze in his tracks.

The surprised look on his face deepened into disbelief.

Several seconds passed before he snapped out of it, waved back at Mu Bai, and carefully placed the fireworks in the front passenger seat.

At that moment, the young salesman looked at this peer—only two or three years older than him—who spent money like water.

And he finally understood what it meant when people said:

“Poverty limits your imagination.”