Zhang Zhiyuan’s eyes lit up at the words, but before he could say anything, his phone had already started ringing.
After exchanging a few words over the phone, Zhang Zhiyuan’s gloomy expression vanished. He gave Zhou Wang’s shoulder a heavy squeeze and went off to have a detailed conversation with Manager Wang.
"Brother Dog, your connections are unbelievably vast..."
With Zhang Zhiyuan stepping aside, only Tang Yiming was left to endure Zhou Wang’s "bitchy aura." He smiled wryly and said.
Yalong Real Estate is the leader in the industry in Yunan Province, and as the Executive Vice President of Yalong Real Estate, Lu Conglin is not an ordinary figure.
Someone like Tang Yiming, a second-generation local, might be able to establish connections through his parents’ introductions here and there, but he would never seek help from his family over something like this...
But look at Brother Dog, he solved their problem with just one calm phone call. The gap was astonishing...
It meant that Zhou Wang was now able to call someone like Lu Conglin his peer.
However, when you think about it, even a Magic City business tycoon like Guo Bing’s father calls Zhou Wang his brother, so it wasn’t surprising that Zhou Wang could be friends with Lu Conglin...
Moments later, Zhang Zhiyuan returned, and the security captain received a call from Manager Wang. After apologizing profusely to everyone, the security captain left with his team, leaving the venue to them.
Tang Yiming hurried to direct the vehicles still blocking the entrance into the venue, while Zhang Zhiyuan was clearly in a great mood and gratefully gave Zhou Wang another hug.
"This venue might really be ours. Before our club’s own track is built, we’ll have our own exclusive track. This alone is enough to outshine all the Super Car Clubs in Yunan Province..."
After saying this, Zhang Zhiyuan added with some emotion, "Brother Dog, today I’ve owed you several favors all at once, and I honestly don’t know what to say..."
At this moment, he only felt that becoming friends with Zhou Wang was the wisest decision he had made recently.
"We’re all friends, so why say this kind of thing?"
Zhou Wang waved his hand, then smiled and said, "Now that the venue issue is resolved, when do we start racing? I’m really eager to see it..."
"Right away!"
Zhang Zhiyuan said no more, just smiled and snapped his fingers.
...
Vroom!
Under the slightly cloudy sky, a charming blue Ferrari 812C and a red Ferrari 488 chased each other on the circular track.
The two eye-catching supercars formed a dazzling spectacle, capturing everyone’s attention.
Well, to say "chased" wasn’t quite accurate. A more fitting description would be that the Ferrari 812C was leading unilaterally, while the Ferrari 488 struggled to even catch the 812C’s tail...
On this rough track, the 812C could even perform moves that only professional racers could, causing the crowd to gasp in amazement from time to time.
Even Zhou Wang, crouched by the roadside smoking, was gasping.
Cherry Blossom was amazing!
As expected of a professional...
At least he couldn’t imagine what the thrill of taking a corner at over 100 km/h would be like.
As someone who valued his life, Zhou Wang naturally wouldn’t risk himself on the track out of a sudden impulse, knowing his limits.
So it was Miao Ying who was driving the 812C, and Young Master Zhang, who had some basic skills in racing, was driving the 488.
Only after watching everyone complete a lap did Zhou Wang realize that, even among those who own supercars, ordinary people were still the majority, and someone like Zhang Zhiyuan, an amateur, was already among the top.
Zhou Wang himself only briefly tried some straight-line acceleration to feel the different supercars’ pushback, then he watched the excitement from the side.
And upon learning that Miao Ying was actually a professional racer, Young Master Zhang became enthusiastic, leading to the scene before them.
But he clearly overestimated the gap between himself and a professional racer, which could only be described as getting utterly thrashed...
They were nearly a full lap apart already.
When the Ferrari 812C and 488 finally came to a stop amid the cheers, Young Master Zhang got out of his car with a helpless look on his face, but overall, he was still quite excited.
After all, he had always dreamed of competing against a real professional, and this "match" with Miao Ying was a dream come true.
Faced with everyone’s praise, Miao Ying was a bit shy, eventually standing silently behind Zhou Wang, trying to blend into the background.
"It’s about time everyone had their fill... If you’re not satisfied, you can come again another day. Thanks to Zhou Wang, we can use this venue any time we want from now on."
After everyone had their fun and took some photos, Zhang Zhiyuan clapped to catch everyone’s attention and said with a smile.
The earlier events weren’t deliberately concealed by anyone, so by now, everyone already knew the story. Although they didn’t know the specifics, they at least understood that Zhou Wang had once again played a crucial role...
By this point, even those who hadn’t taken to Zhou Wang initially had nothing more to say.
Currently, Zhou Wang had collected a heap of contact information and various invitations of unclear intent...
The number of "friends" he made today might have exceeded those he’d made in the past twenty years, and everyone’s attitude was very friendly.
"Brother Yuan, spill the beans, where’s the big dinner tonight? Others might have come for a few laps on the track, but not me. I came solely for the feast you’re throwing..."
Someone laughed heartily.
"Can’t let you down, that’s for sure. We’re having king crab tonight, I’ve already booked it. I’m feeling great today, so no need to stand on ceremony with me..."