"Holy crap… This foreigner is insane! How is he driving so many supercars by himself?"
"You fool, this is called making an entrance! Just like when top leaders or big bosses travel—don't they always have a massive entourage?"
"Someone owning so many supercars, each worth five or six million… Just how rich is this guy?!"
…
As the crowd buzzed with discussion, Mavi, wearing sunglasses with an air of confidence, stepped into the silver-gray Porsche Carrera GT. He started the engine, and the roar of the Carrera GT's 5.7L V10 engine echoed through the Magic City Airport.
"Vroom!"
The thunderous sound shook the ears of everyone present, leaving many onlookers envious—especially the car enthusiasts, who could barely contain their jealousy.
A Mercedes-Benz owner parked nearby watched in stunned silence as the convoy of supercars passed by. He had always considered his car luxurious, but today, at the airport, he encountered someone far wealthier. At this moment, even calling the man "grandfather" wouldn't feel like an overstatement…
As the deafening roars faded into the distance, only the lingering exhaust fumes of the supercars and the awestruck gazes of the crowd remained.
Wu Xiya watched the fleet disappear and suddenly regretted missing such a golden opportunity to strike up a conversation. Befriending the wealthy and marrying into luxury had always been her dream. After all, a celebrity's fame doesn't last forever—especially since she wasn't that famous to begin with.
Just as she was drowning in regret, she noticed a Russian bodyguard and a woman who appeared to be an interpreter walking toward her.
Seeing this, Wu Xiya's heart leaped with excitement. Could it be that he wants to get to know me? Did he leave his bodyguard to ask for my contact information?
But she was mistaken.
"Hello, Miss. I am Mr. Mavi's interpreter. This is from Mr. Mavi—inside, you'll find 50,000 yuan in cash. Additionally, if you don't mind, he can arrange a car to take you home," the female interpreter said, taking a thick envelope from the bodyguard's hands.
Inside were 500 blue 100-yuan bills—banknotes from China's fourth series of currency, not even the newer red ones.
Wu Xiya was utterly stunned—not because she received the envelope, but because the recipient was actually the young woman standing next to her, who had just been scolded by her assistant.
"Me…? This…?" The young woman was completely taken aback. She had no recollection of knowing any Mr. Mavi—let alone a foreign one.
After a moment of hesitation, she declined both the 50,000 yuan and the ride. Instead, she dutifully waited for her designated driver to arrive.
However, because of Mavi's unexpected kindness, the young woman was no longer reprimanded by her assistant. Instead, she even received an apology. That alone was enough to make her feel deeply grateful to this mysterious benefactor. But why was he so kind to me…?
Inside the Porsche Carrera GT, Mavi felt a sense of closure as he repaid an old debt from his past life.
He vividly remembered that in his previous life, this very young woman (who had been older than him back then) had treated him to a meal during his hardest times and encouraged him to keep going.
Unfortunately, with his sudden reincarnation, he never had the chance to repay that kindness. Now, in this parallel world, this small act of gratitude was the least he could do—to pay tribute to the past and to honor his debt.
After this brief airport encounter, Mavi led his supercar convoy toward the heart of Magic City in spectacular fashion.
### The 30-Million-Yuan Convoy
On the road, this convoy—worth a staggering 30 million yuan—became the center of attention. Whether cruising along the streets or stopping at traffic lights, the eyes of passersby were locked onto the dazzling fleet of supercars.
Even drivers in the opposite lane slowed down just to steal a few extra glances at the breathtaking lineup.
Thanks to a local guide leading the way, Mavi didn't have to worry about getting lost. His destination was the North Bund in downtown Magic City—he wanted to take a scenic drive and pick out a birthday present for himself.
In the year 2000, Shanghai was still a developing city, with many old residential buildings awaiting demolition. The top ten most luxurious homes in Asia had yet to be constructed.
The roads were mostly filled with buses and bicycles. A supercar convoy like Mavi's was so rare that it could easily make the front page of tomorrow's entertainment section.
The headline might read: "A 30-Million-Yuan Supercar Convoy Shocks Shanghai—A Scene Straight Out of a Motor Show!"
Seated inside his Porsche Carrera GT, Mavi observed the amazed expressions of pedestrians. The feeling was surreal, as if he and they lived in completely different worlds—despite being merely ten meters apart.
### A Visit to "Binjiang Bay"
After cruising around the Bund area, Mavi directed his convoy toward a real estate development known as "Binjiang Bay."
This development was one of the rare large-scale residential communities in downtown Magic City at the time. It boasted a top-tier educational setup, offering kindergarten through high school in a single complex. It was one of the city's earliest designated "school district" properties and, naturally, among the most expensive.
"Alright, this place will do," Mavi muttered. Since Magic City hadn't fully developed yet, he didn't have as many options for his birthday gift.
In the year 2000, Binjiang Bay's property prices were 8,900 yuan per square meter—an astronomical figure for the time, over three times higher than the six-story public housing nearby. Only the wealthiest individuals in Shanghai—or affluent buyers from Hong Kong, Macau, and Taiwan—could afford to live here.
However, what was considered a dream for others was mere pocket change to Mavi.
When Mavi drove his Porsche Carrera GT into the Binjiang Bay sales center, every sales agent inside immediately turned their heads and sprang to their feet.
"Holy shit! A big spender just arrived! That's a Porsche Carrera GT, right? That thing costs over six million yuan!" one of the male salesmen practically screamed. As a luxury goods salesperson, he needed to recognize high-end items—misjudging a potential buyer could mean a massive loss.
"Damn! And behind him is a Ferrari Enzo! I don't think Shanghai has ever seen one of these before! The most we've had were Porsche 911s and Ferrari 288s. Who's up next to greet the visitor? Whoever it is is about to hit the jackpot!" another car-savvy salesman muttered, filled with envy.
At the sales center, customer reception was assigned on a rotational basis—meaning it was all about luck. A good day could mean sealing a massive deal, while a bad day could mean dealing with window shoppers.
And today… someone's luck was about to change.
(End of Chapter)