The neon lights flickered, and the sound waves filled the air.
Lin Beichen patted the car door and looked at the dazed Yan Feifei.
"I’m here. I might have something to do later. Are you coming with me, or are we going our separate ways?"
"I’ll follow you."
Yan Feifei quickly said, unbuckling her seatbelt.
Sky International Racing Center.
Yan Feifei stood in front of the gigantic neon sign, her eyes filled with bewilderment.
She hadn’t even gone inside yet, but just the scene in front of the parking lot was already enough to give her a huge shock.
She knew there were differences between people, but she never imagined these differences would be so vast.
A warm reminder hung beside the racing center.
It was the parking fee standard.
The parking fee was over 1,000 yuan per hour, with only 1 yuan being the actual parking cost. The remaining 999 yuan was a tip for the parking lot staff.
A service center employee with just one regular customer could earn tens of thousands a month. Counting bonuses, their annual income could reach up to a million.
Meanwhile, when her classmates filled out their graduation aspirations, they spoke of various high-status professions. But even the most arrogant of them wouldn’t dare claim they’d have an annual income of a million in ten years.
Yet here, a million yearly was the bare minimum.
The people passing by were also wearing big-name brands, but definitely not mass-produced ones; they were various commemorative custom editions.
Their casual conversations were about yachts or parties.
The coffee they held smelled so sweet, and the smiles on their faces were so blissful.
Every scene here made Yan Feifei feel an insane kind of fascination.
All these things were beyond her wildest dreams.
Because even in her dreams, she couldn’t imagine such an extravagant environment.
This wasn’t the human world; it was the heaven of wealth.
In school, even at the Imperial Capital schools, many boys still scrimped and saved just to buy a small gift to please their girlfriends.
Some worked part-time, while others, too lazy to work, found various lousy reasons to deceive money from their parents.
Yan Feifei still remembered her first boyfriend, her first love.
He braved nearly 40-degree heat to work part-time at a courier station, just to get her a birthday gift.
That day, she saw him moving goods, hesitating to eat even a 2-yuan ice pop. A female classmate beside her said enviously that her future would be very happy because her boyfriend loved her so much and was willing to give her everything.
But Yan Feifei felt deeply sad.
Everything?
A man who couldn’t even afford a 2-yuan ice pop—how much could he give her even if he gave his all?
She didn’t want such a cheap love; in her future, she wanted to buy whatever she desired.
So, Yan Feifei ruthlessly broke up with her first love and threw herself into the arms of another local rich young master.
Since that day, Yan Feifei had changed at least five boyfriends.
But even the wealthiest among them seemed insignificant compared to an employee here.
This was the true heaven of wealth.
No wonder Zhou Ya refused to introduce Lin Beichen to her.
If she were Zhou Ya, she wouldn’t introduce someone like that to her best friend either.
Their worlds were as different as heaven and earth.
At the same time, Yan Feifei understood why Lin Beichen ignored her coquettish glances.
She had put on the most exquisite makeup and struck the most enticing poses, but Lin Beichen remained unmoved.
Thinking about it now, she felt utterly foolish.
In such an environment, she wouldn’t notice the opposite sex either.
In this flamboyant world, one could easily attract countless top beauties with just a wave.
Imperial Capital Normal University’s talented woman?
Don’t make her laugh.
Someone who could catch Lin Beichen’s eye would at least have to be a top student from a world-ranked top ten university!
As for her, a woman who hadn’t even finished her undergraduate, what qualifications did she have to call herself talented in front of Lin Beichen?
"Young Master Lin, you just go about your business. Don’t mind me, I’ll just follow you."
Yan Feifei said humbly, her voice extremely gentle, fearing she might cause Lin Beichen even the slightest displeasure.
Lin Beichen glanced at her, feeling that Yan Feifei seemed a bit shorter.
What nonsense was this woman thinking?
This thought flashed through Lin Beichen’s mind, but he didn’t ask further.
Yan Feifei was not Zhou Ya; she wasn’t worth his extra thoughts.
Bai Yunfei had been standing at the door all the while.
Seeing Lin Beichen enter, his eyes lit up and he greeted him with a big laugh.
"Mr. Lin, I’ve been waiting for you! Come, come, I’ve got a place ready to welcome you!"
Lin Beichen looked helpless.
"I didn’t travel far, just over an hour’s drive. There’s no need to go overboard, is there?"
He said helplessly.
One would think he had traveled a long distance.
Bai Yunfei, however, grinned and pulled Lin Beichen along.
He had wanted to greet Lin Beichen personally, but the family butler reminded him that while it was important to show respect for Lin Beichen, he shouldn’t overstep.
If Lin Beichen wanted to be friends, they should maintain a friendly relationship without overly humbling themselves.
Otherwise, it would make Lin Beichen uncomfortable.
Since Lin Beichen was willing to give him face and become friends, he should aim to develop a friendship that could last decades.
Bai Yunfei’s private room was one of the highest standard boxes at the racing center.
The Sky Racing Center was high in standards and fees, but belonging to a professional racing track, its service facilities were not particularly comprehensive.