Before anyone could recover from the visual impact brought by the McLaren P1, following it came a captivating blue Ferrari 812C, inciting another wave of excited exclamations from the men.
Compared to the highly renowned McLaren P1, fewer people recognized the Ferrari 812C, but the distinctive prancing horse emblem of Ferrari was more than enough.
And crucially, this wasn’t the end.
Following the 812C were a red Ferrari 488, a black Maserati GranCabrio, a silver Aston Martin DB11, a white Lamborghini, and a silver and black Rolls-Royce Wraith...
One supercar after another kept driving by, as if it were a grand international car show on wheels, satisfying everyone’s eyes.
At least in Ming City, this was an exceptionally rare spectacle, certainly enough to trend locally.
Zhou Wang, leading the pack, sat in the driver’s seat of the McLaren P1, feeling a tad regretful...
If he had known, he should have swapped with Dr. Li, who was driving the Rolls-Royce.
The seven or eight kilometers from Guangwei Overpass to this toll booth had already started to make his back and waist feel uncomfortable.
He could only be glad that Yi County wasn’t too far, perhaps he could manage to hold on?
Young Master Zhang and his group were certainly loyal, hanging out with him on the highway in their supercars...
Lost in his thoughts, Zhou Wang realized he had entered the wrong lane and almost drove into the ETC lane.
Luckily, he promptly changed lanes, following the queue in the manual lane.
The other supercars also switched lanes, each finding a lane to queue up in—
Typically, people wouldn’t install ETC in supercars.
As the cars waited for their turn, the toll booth supervisor and the on-duty traffic police approached, simply inquiring Zhou Wang and maintaining some order to prevent any accidents due to distracted drivers.
However, Zhou Wang wondered if it was just his imagination, but the traffic seemed to move a lot faster after the toll booth staff got involved.
Moments later, Zhou Wang drove the McLaren P1 up to the toll window.
"Hello there!"
Looking up through the open McLaren window, Zhou Wang saw a sweet-smiling girl waving at him.
"Hello."
Zhou Wang responded with a smile, a bit surprised to encounter such an attractive woman at a toll booth.
Perhaps noticing the slight astonishment in Zhou Wang’s eyes, Yang Qinqin finally found a slice of delight she hadn’t felt in a while—
Such occurrences happened so often, it was hard for her to feel anything other than annoyance.
Gazing surreptitiously at Zhou Wang’s handsome profile while operating the computer, and then at his supercar supposedly worth tens of millions according to previous drivers, Yang Qinqin slightly bit her lip, feeling her heartbeat quickening.
Shortly, after entering the toll card information, Yang Qinqin fiddled with something else, then leaned out of the window, straining to extend and hand it to Zhou Wang.
The low body of the McLaren made her already tight uniform appear even more restraining from Zhou Wang’s angle.
"What’s this..."
When Zhou Wang reached for the toll card, he was a bit taken aback.
Because besides the toll card, Yang Qinqin also handed over a box of chocolates and a bottle of water...
"For you to have on your journey, wishing you a pleasant trip," Yang Qinqin said with a smile, offering no further explanation.
"Uh..."
Zhou Wang speculated that this might be some toll booth promotional event, though it seemed unlikely...
In any case, with Yang Qinqin still maintaining her difficult posture, Zhou Wang quickly reached out to accept the items.
"Thank you!"
"You’re welcome~" Yang Qinqin replied sweetly and then raised the barrier.
Zhou Wang casually tossed everything onto the passenger seat, about to start the car, when he noticed a piece of paper wedged under the toll card with what appeared to be a phone number on it...
Zhou Wang’s eyelid twitched slightly, though he kept his expression neutral as he started the car. The McLaren P1 soon roared off into the distance.
Behind him, one supercar after another sped past the toll booth, the distinctive rumble of engines resounding on the Sangming Expressway...
...
Though Yi County was under the administration of Ming City, in terms of total economic output, it was even less than Lu County, Zhou Wang’s hometown in Jing City.
Lacking mineral resources and with a relatively weak industrial base, it couldn’t compete with Ming City in attracting investments, which made its positioning rather awkward...
Overall, it was just an unremarkable inland county.
(Yi County Panorama)
What was more famous here were the "Yixian Three Treasures": Yixian roast duck, Baohong tea, and ganba菌, all related to agriculture.
At this moment, in an alley off a main road near Yi County, in an old residential area of a state-owned enterprise dormitory, on the top floor of a six-story building with mostly peeling exterior walls, in the living room of Unit 602, Xu Wenqian stood with her suitcase facing off against her mother.
Dressed in a business suit, her figure tall and graceful, she seemed out of place in the slightly shabby interior environment. Nonetheless, her face looked weary, with prominent dark circles under her eyes, noticeably thinner than she had been a week earlier.
"Qianqian, why don’t you wait until your dad gets back and tell him before you leave..."
Xu Wenqian’s mother stood at the door, hesitantly watching her headstrong daughter.
In her memory, Qianqian had never been this at odds with them. Yet since her return, her daughter felt unfamiliar, making even her own mother a little unrecognizable...