For more than 30 years, a small civilian, a sports car that can only be owned by fantasy appears in front of him, and there are still two supercars that belong to him. Andy's face is red and excited, his breathing is short, his fingers are shaking and stroking. As a man, a sports car is like a woman seeing a designer bag.
The silver-grey Porsche CarreraGT is a rare and expensive super car with a unique appearance and outstanding performance. It is specially made for the pursuit of ultimate speed and optimal control. The ultra-light weight and high-tech design put CarreraGT among the top cars. The powerful 5.7-liter 10-cylinder 605-horsepower engine can raise the CarreraGT from 0 to 200 km/h in 10 seconds, with a maximum speed of approximately 330 km/h.
The light and compact 4,308ml engine of the big red Ferrari F430 is a brand new product, which can provide 490hp of power, a specific power output of 114hp/l, and a torque of 465Nm. It has excellent performance. Acceleration from 0 to 100km/h takes only 4 seconds, and the maximum speed reaches 315km/h.
Although he is an old driver, after all, it is the first time to drive a sports car, and he needs to be familiar with the excited Andy.
Andy took out the Ferrari key and sat in excitement, watching the garage door slowly rise, firing excitedly, and the car slowly exited the garage. Listening to the roar, there was another excitement.
The steering wheels of the United States and Huaxia are on the left, driving on the right. These are the same, mainly because they are familiar with and control of sports cars.
The sports car drove slowly out of the villa and came to the road, a passion rose suddenly, the roar with a fast push back force, like the arrow of the off string, ran forward quickly.
Excited Andy roared a few times loudly, and not long afterwards, there were more vehicles on the road. After the excitement subsided, the speed of the sports car also slowed down.
Through the car window, I looked at this familiar and strange city for a while. Los Angeles is a star-studded city, with a strong worldly hustle and bustle, full of restless and restless temperament.
In April, the streets of Los Angeles are surrounded by a thick purple tree, like purple mist. The petals fall with the wind and cover the streets. From a distance, it looks like a blue-purple rain just before, and the romance is not bad.
I have already used GPS to locate my destination. In the constant prompt, Andy came to the door of the SLS hotel and just got off the bus. The waiter in front of the hotel stepped forward with a smile. "Hello sir, welcome to SLS Hotel."
Looking at the waiter who took the car key, Andy nodded slightly, "Thank you."
Tres Afternoon Tea at the SLS Hotel is said to be the most luxurious afternoon tea. Under the guidance of the waiter, I found a quiet corner.
"Sir, this is the menu." The waiter's sturdy body was slightly bent, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he handed the menu.
Andy, who had already done his homework at home, took a quick look at the menu and flipped through the menu while saying, "Give me a latte first."
"Okay, sir, wait a moment." The waiter closed the book in his hand and turned to leave.
Andy looked at the menu and browsed it roughly. The price was not expensive. I wanted to have a local craze on the way to try the taste of Blue Mountain Coffee, but then I thought it was still suitable for me. it's the best.
When he was a technical house, his favorite coffee was latte. Latte coffee is a mixture of espresso and milk. People who like to drink latte prefer to drink milk instead of coffee.
Soon, the waiter came over with a cup of latte, still the smile, making people feel like spring breeze, "Sir, your coffee."
"Thank you." After taking the coffee, Andy picked up the menu that he had just closed and turned it over, saying: "A portion of Wagyu beef, to be fully cooked, tomato caviar, beetroot macaron with goat cheese and avocado jam, one A serving of lobster. For dessert, it is pinklemonadepatedefruit (pink lemonade fruit)."
After finishing talking, I closed the menu and handed it back to the waiter. Watching the waiter leave, Andy took a sip of the coffee, the familiar taste, but more pure. He took out his mobile phone and read all the text messages. He quickly returned a few text messages from his parents and found the phone of his lawyer Nielsen in the address book.
Mr. Nielsen is one of the heads of Andy's father's office in Los Angeles, and is Andy's personal lawyer.
There are two kinds of people that almost everyone in the United States cannot bypass, one is a lawyer and the other is a doctor.
The phone is connected.
"Hello, Nielsen." Andy adjusted his sitting comfortably and asked softly.
"Hello Andy, what can I do for you."
Hearing a relaxed tone over the phone, Andy had a forty-something in his head, a serious dress, a straight suit, a meticulous back hair, a eagle-like clear eyes, a sharp face, a The deputy old town is professional and gives a sense of relief, like a person very worthy of trust.
"I need to use the house mortgage and copyright mortgage to borrow money from the bank."
"Wow, that's a lot of money! I need to check the interest rate of the bank's loan, and I also need to contact your accountant Kohler to evaluate your property and book copyright."
Andy smiled when he heard the other party's answer: "It's yours, as soon as possible."
"Good boss, I will do it as soon as possible."
Hanging up the phone, Andy shook his head and smiled. It was indeed the world of money. If you make money, you are the boss. If you don't have money, you are Andy. The employer will not be asked why, as long as the employer has money to pay the bill.
The dishes were served, and Andy took a sip. The taste was really good. The cooking was very jing, but the amount was too small. I didn't know it was for cat feeding. But this is just an appetizer.
As the dishes continued to come up, caviar, cheese, and beef, lobster, Andy passed through like a locust, and the wind was still in the clouds. It didn't matter how ugly his food was.
From a small man in a technical house to a millionaire overnight, everything is the same as dreaming. Even if the soul merges, all aspects of adaptation need not be achieved overnight. He still has a long way to go.
After eating and drinking, check out in the waiter's dull eyes, took a look at the bill, got up and left, and mumbled something undetectable in his mouth, "Tipping is really fucking 20% of consumption." It seems that after going out, you need to bring more change.
While receiving the car key handed over by the waiter, he handed him $20 in consumption and drove away in the eyes of the waiter's gratitude and envy.
After looking at the time, it was more than three o'clock. The housekeeping staff should have cleaned up his villa. Looking at the traffic on the road, the bustling flow of people could not help feeling lonely.
Huaxia's parents don't know if it will be too sad? Will his girlfriend cry for him?
Hey. . . . . .
With a sigh, the vision began to blur. "Didi!" The harsh sound of the car horn made him suddenly sober, and he could still hear the curse. Stabilized his emotions, and found that his car did not know when it was parked on the road, and was behind a dozen cars.
"Buzz!"
Stepping on the accelerator pedal, the roar of the sports car attracted passers-by to watch, and Ferrari rushed out like an arrow.
Back home, looking at the neat and clean living room, Andy in low spirits lay prostrate on the sofa, thinking of her parents and nagging girlfriend, tears burst into her eyes.
Andy, who fell asleep after crying, sat up dimly from the sofa and saw through the floor-to-ceiling windows that the outside was already shrouded in darkness. He rubbed his eyes and looked at his watch. It was already past 7 o'clock in the evening. He walked into the bathroom, wet his face with cold water, and looked at the stranger in the mirror.
"No matter how much you think, Song Dawei is dead, and Andy is dead too. I am alive for two people now, and I must live wonderfully. Without being a small person, I will no longer be gloomy, and I can't spend a hundred years in my life."
Andy suppressed the urge to call China's home in this world, and everything was mainly about safety. People who had never intersected with China suddenly made a call, in case it caused any suspicion from the US imperial government that could already say that the world was listening. By the way, even a small probability can't be risked. Now he can't let anyone know about this kind of encounter, but can only and must be brought into the coffin.