Ming City, southeast region, Xiao Xi Village Toll Booth.
Here was the eastern gateway of Ming City Expressway, and also the busiest toll booth in the entire Ming City.
It was approaching Saturday evening, and a long line of cars had already formed at the manual lanes of the toll booth.
Interestingly, there were clearly three lanes marked "Manual/ETC," but there were significantly more vehicles queued up in the leftmost lane compared to the other two lanes.
As the barrier opened and closed once more, a white Volkswagen Santana slowly moved forward and stopped in front of the toll window.
"Hello!"
Sitting in the toll window, wearing a blue and white uniform, was a young girl with rosy lips and pearly teeth.
Her updo paired with a sweet smile gave her a rustic and pure beauty, which made the young man in the driver’s seat of the Santana feel a pang of interest.
The girl extended a card toward him, but the young man didn’t take it for a while.
"Hello?"
The girl reminded him once again.
The young man finally came to his senses. After a slight hesitation, he mustered the courage to take out a box of chocolates wrapped in a satin ribbon from the passenger seat and handed it to the girl.
"Um... Yang Qinqin, could I... could I get your WeChat?"
After saying this, the young man’s face flushed red, yet he still looked at the toll collector with a bit of hope.
Yang Qinqin was briefly taken aback, but her smile didn’t change much.
Because it wasn’t the first time she had encountered this sort of thing.
Since a passing driver took a short video of her a few months back and posted it online, she, an ordinary toll collector, unexpectedly went viral. Many people called her "the most beautiful toll collector," "the goddess lost at the toll booth," and so on.
In just two months, Yang Qinqin’s Douyin account had amassed three hundred thousand followers, surpassing countless web celebrities backed by professional teams.
And those three hundred thousand followers had no inflation, being more active than many major influencers with so-called three to five million followers.
However, the composition was relatively simple...
All were "LSPs."
An unexpectedly vertical niche.
Objectively speaking, amidst the vast sea of people, Yang Qinqin wasn’t considered an outstanding beauty. But with Huaxia men’s deep-seated fetish for uniforms and her relatively earthy aura, this "shocking fortune" had descended upon her.
For an ordinary person like Yang Qinqin, she hadn’t figured out how to handle this unexpected fame, but her life was already starting to change.
For example, at work, she was almost always approached every day, and even fans from offsite came by just to pass through the toll booth to catch a glimpse of her...
Even this young man driving the Santana seemed somewhat familiar to Yang Qinqin, as if he had passed through not long ago.
"Sorry, I’m already married."
Yang Qinqin maintained her smile, mechanically repeating the words.
"Huh?"
The young man was visibly stunned, his expression unable to hide his disappointment, "Well... alright then, but please accept this box of chocolates..."
Faced with the young man’s insistence, Yang Qinqin took the gift, casually placing it in the corner, where there was already a bouquet of roses, a box of candies, and several bottles of water...
"Thank you, have a safe journey."
The barrier lifted, and the Santana, with a bit of reluctance, slowly drove off.
Yang Qinqin massaged her face, which was aching from smiling, preparing to greet the next car when she instinctively turned her head at the sound of a roaring bass.
Having worked at the toll booth for over a year, it wasn’t her first time hearing such roars. With just one listen, she realized this was the so-called supercar her male colleagues talked about.
Being from the countryside, she was shocked when she first heard about those flashy cars costing seven or eight figures.
What else could one do with that money, buying one car?
To her, even an Audi A4L that cost only 200,000 was quite nice-looking and respectable. Her dream, two months ago, was to drive such a car one day...
Vroom vroom vroom!
The roaring bass was peculiar, intertwining high and low sounds and quite loud. Soon, Yang Qinqin realized this might not be the sound of just one supercar.
At the same time, the driver of the Honda that had reached the toll window also stuck his head out of the car window, looking back.
Clearly, this driver also realized something. In the next second, the driver, wide-eyed, exclaimed and frantically took down his phone from the mount, opened the camera, and began filming.
He wasn’t alone. Most of the other drivers still in line also poked their heads out in awe. Many excitedly pulled out their phones—
At the end of the road toward Ming City, along with the roar of the engine, the first sight was a pure white supercar.
Its sleek and handsome body, with a slightly sci-fi black tinted glass canopy, and the iconic "smile" made countless drivers shout "Wow!"
"It’s the McLaren P1!"
"Oh my, it’s the first time I’ve seen one of the ’Big Three’ in real life..."
"Honey, look, look, a UFO!"
"You’re crazy, making all that fuss... isn’t it just a sports car?"
"For the record, that’s a sports car worth over ten million."
"What?"
The woman was stunned, quickly rolling down the window to get a curious look.
"Damn, the Ferrari 812C is also there, that’s another supercar worth millions!"