Chapter 2
I checked the location on the app, slipped the sleek car key into my pocket, and headed out of the apartment.
I jogged all the way to the upscale shopping mall right next to the Evergreen Heights community. Following the GPS pin, I made my way straight into the parking lot.
Instead of finding my car right away, I saw a large crowd of people gathered together, talking loudly about something.
"Huh? What's going on?" I looked at the scene in confusion, then a sudden thought flashed through my mind "Could that be my car?" With that idea in mind, I walked over and as soon as I got close, I could hear everyone's excited discussion.
"Holy crap, is that a Mercedes?"
"Damn, that's gonna be expensive to fix. The car just lost a whole layer of paint!"
"No that's a G-Wagon. Fixing something like this is easily tens of thousands of dollars, right?"
"What!! even half a year's salary wouldn't even cover the repair bill for a luxury car like that…"
Listening to their chatter, I quickly understood what had happened.
A Mercedes had been in an accident.
I pushed through the crowd and saw a big black Mercedes G-Wagon was parked there, standing beside it was a young guy in a white shirt, looking completely lost and helpless.
Watching the scene, I sighed inwardly.
"I wonder which unlucky person hit the Mercedes… Wait, no. Actually, the Mercedes hit someone else, so the G-Wagon driver should be fully responsible!"
I looked past the damaged Mercedes, right next to it was a pristine white supercar, and what surprised me was that while the Mercedes had clearly scraped off a layer of paint, the rear of the supercar didn't have a single scratch.
The owner of the Mercedes looked deathly pale. He kept muttering to himself, "It's over… It's completely over! I can't afford to pay for this car!"
Someone nearby asked, "Wait, isn't that a Porsche? Your G-Wagon isn't cheap either. Why can't you afford the repair?"
"Yeah, that Porsche is only around two million dollars, right? A little scratch on the rear would just need a repaint."
The young Mercedes owner looked like he was about to cry.
"You guys don't understand! This isn't some ordinary Porsche! This is the Porsche 911 GT1-98 — there's only one in the entire world! This car is worth at least eighty million dollars! If it gets scratched, it has to be shipped all the way to Germany for special touch-up work. The whole process would easily cost five or six million dollars. If I go home and tell my parents, they're going to kill me!" The poor fellow was almost in tears by now.
"What?! Eighty million dollars?!"
"There's only one in the world?!"
"Bro, tell me you're joking, right?"
"No way. It's just a Porsche. How can it cost eighty million?"
Many people looked skeptical, then a trembling voice came from behind the crowd.
"No, he's right I just looked it up online… This car really is worth eighty million dollars!"
The moment those words landed, the entire parking lot fell into dead silence, an older woman who had been leaning against the supercar jumped back in fright, her body almost shaking.
Someone else nearly fell to the ground, a luxury car worth eighty million dollars!
If it got damaged, tens of millions could vanish in an instant!
Many people started looking at the Mercedes owner with sympathy, after all, a million-dollar car had just collided with an eighty-million-dollar supercar.
This was basically going to ruin the guy's life.
"Man, this kid is screwed…"
"Yeah, but who drives an eighty-million-dollar car on the road anyway? That's just asking for trouble."
"Well, what's he supposed to do? Keep it parked in the garage forever?"
While everyone was busy gossiping, I stepped forward, I looked carefully at the rear of my Porsche; there wasn't a single scratch. The paint was still perfect and flawless, seeing which I nodded and said calmly, "Calm down, you don't need to pay for any repairs on this car."
The Mercedes owner was stunned for a moment. He looked me up and down.
Seeing that I was wearing cheap, ordinary clothes, he gave a bitter smile and shook his head "Bro, don't mess with me. don't talk as if the car is yours."
The people around me immediately echoed the same thing.
"Yeah, young man, you're not the owner. Don't stir up trouble here."
"Heh, why are you getting involved in something that has nothing to do with you?"
"That's right! You think you can just decide for the owner? If the Mercedes guy leaves and the real Porsche owner shows up demanding compensation, who's going to pay?"
"Exactly! If you get dragged into this, can you even afford to pay for an eighty-million-dollar car?"
I just smiled and shook my head, then I pulled the car key out of my pocket and pressed the button gently, there was no use arguing with these people.
With a crisp beep, the Porsche's ambient lights lit up beautifully, and the doors slowly lifted upward.
At that moment, the entire crowd fell completely silent, everyone's faces were filled with pure shock and disbelief.
"This car… was really his!"
"He is dressed in cheap clothes, clearly nothing fancy. Yet he owns an eighty-million-dollar supercar."
"Isn't that absolutely insane."
Thinking back to everything they had just said about me and current statements, i could see their faces burning with embarrassment, especially the Mercedes owner.
His expression went from disbelief, to stunned silence, and then to pure joy.
He hurried over and spoke to me nervously "Brother, no, sir… your car…"
"Don't worry," I waved my hand. "My car is completely fine. You can move yours now."
"Brother! Thank you so much!" The guy was overjoyed, and didn't dare stay a second longer.
He jumped into his Mercedes, started the engine, and quickly drove away.
With a smirk I too slid into the driver's seat of the Porsche, feeling my whole body sink perfectly into the seat, it
wrapped around me like a a perfect figure woman.
"This feeling… As expected of a Porsche!"
The luxury of this care was on another level, as even the seat was far more comfortable than anything I'd ever sat in before.
The difference wasn't even close, as the cars i had sat in were taxies, whose brand too i don't remember, and that old driving instructor car, which was on the verge of being declared as a junk.
I closed the door carefully and drove out of the parking lot, driving a supercar was completely different from driving a junk car, and even though I had my driver's license, I still felt a little nervous at first.
After a few minutes on the road, I gradually got used to the handling and started accelerating slowly, enjoying the powerful roar of the engine as I went.