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A sports car that he could only imagine owning and two supercars that were solely his belonging to him emerged in front of him after he had been a commoner for almost thirty years. Excitation caused John's face to flush, his breathing to quicken, and his fingers to shake when he touched them.
A sports car is to a man what a designer handbag is to a woman.
With its distinctive look and exceptional performance, the silver-gray Porsche carreragt is a rare and valuable supercar. It is specifically designed to get the highest speed and best control.
Carrreragt is among the best automobiles because of its ultra-light weight and sophisticated design.
With a top speed of almost 330 km/h, the car's potent 5.7-liter 10-cylinder 605-horsepower engine can accelerate from 0 to 200 km/h in 10 seconds.
The lightweight, compact 4,308ml engine that powers the bright red Ferrari F430 produces 490 horsepower, with a specific power output of 114 horsepower/l and a torque of 465 nm. This engine is a brand-new product.
It performs exceptionally well.
The top speed is 315 km/h, and it only takes 4 seconds to accelerate from 0 to 100 km/h.
Even though John is a seasoned driver, he has never driven a sports vehicle before, so he still needs to get used to it.
After removing the Ferrari's keys, John sat in excitement, watched the garage door slowly raise, eagerly started the vehicle, and watched it drive slowly out of the garage. I couldn't help but get aroused once more as I listened to the roar.
China and the United States both drive on the right and have the steering wheel on the left. They are identical. The familiarity and control of sports cars are crucial.
The sports automobile approached the road after leaving the villa at a leisurely pace. The yell was accompanied by a quick push, and it rushed forward as quickly as an arrow leaving the string as a sudden burst of emotion arose.
John let out a few loud roars in excitement. Before long, there were an increasing number of cars on the road. Following the thrill, the sports car's speed also decreased.
I was depressed as I gazed at this familiar yet strange city via the car window. Star-studded and bustling with the rest of the globe, Los Angeles is a metropolis full of unease and unrest.
Dense purple trees loomed on either side of the streets of Los Angeles in April, forming clouds of purple mist.
The streets are covered in petals as the wind carries them down. It appears as though a blue-purple rain has just fallen from a distance. It is just as romantic as the blossoms of the cherry tree.
John had already found his destination using GPS. John arrived at the SLS Hotel door amid the incessant beeps. The waiter in front of the hotel smiled and said, "Hello sir, welcome to SLS." as soon as he had switched off the motor and exited the vehicle.
John gave the waiter who had taken the car keys a small nod and said, "Thank you."
The SLS Hotel's exquisite afternoon tea is regarded as the most opulent. We located a peaceful spot with the waiter's help.
"Sir, this is the menu." A smile was on the waiter's lips as he presented the menu with both hands while his upright body was slightly bent.
Having completed his schoolwork at home, John took the menu and swiftly perused it. He said, as he was looking over the menu, "Let me have a latte first."
"Okay, sir, please wait a moment." After closing the book he was holding, the waiter turned to go.
John took a peek at the menu and perused it. The cost wasn't high. He intended to sample some blue mountain coffee on the way here. Upon reflection, however, it was still appropriate for him. is the greatest.
His favorite coffee while he was an IT geek was latte. Espresso and milk are combined to make lattes. Those who enjoy lattes would rather drink milk than coffee.
With the same springtime smile, the waiter soon arrived with a latte and said, "Sir, your coffee."
"Thanks."
"One wagyu beef, medium rare, tomato caviar, beetroot macaron with goat cheese and guacamole, one lobster," John stated as he flipped through the menu he had just closed after drinking his coffee. I'll just have pinklemonadepatedefruit, or pink lemon curd fruit, for dessert.
Then he handed the menu back to the waiter and closed it. John picked up the coffee and took a drink while he watched the waitress go. Simply put, the taste was more pure.
He pulled out his cell phone and scanned all of the texts. He located his lawyer Nielsen's phone number in the address book and responded to a few texts from his present parents.
In addition to being John's personal attorney, Attorney Nelson is one of the leaders of the Dad Law Firm's Los Angeles office.
The two categories of people that practically everyone in the United States cannot avoid are doctors and lawyers.
The call has been connected.
"Hello, Nelson." John sat down comfortably and posed the question quietly.
"Hello John, how can I help you?"
John imagined a man in his forties, dressed seriously, wearing a clean suit, with immaculate back hair, angular face, and eagle-clear eyes, when he heard the casual tone on the phone. People feel at ease with Fu Laocheng because of their professional manner, which conveys that they are someone to be trusted.
"I need to borrow money from the bank using my house mortgage and copyright mortgage."
"That's a lot of money, wow! In addition to contacting your accountant Kohler to assess your property and reserve copyrights, I must verify the bank's loan interest rate.
After listening to the other party's response, John grinned and said, "Leave it to you, as soon as possible."
"Okay boss, I will get it done as soon as possible."
John hung up the phone, laughed, and shook his head. The realm of money is real. You are the boss if you have money, and you are John if you don't. As long as the company has the funds to cover the debt, they won't be questioned about why.
John took a bite of the food as it was served. It was beautifully cooked and had a great flavor, but the serving size was too little. He believed he was feeding a cat, but I'm not sure. This is only an appetizer, though.
As more and more food arrived, such as caviar, cheese, wagyu beef, and lobster, John was sweeping the clouds away like a locust across the border, completely unconcerned with his appearance.
It's all a fantasy to go from being a technological nerd to becoming a millionaire overnight. It will take time to accomplish all the necessary adaptations, even if the souls combine. He has a lot more work ahead of him.
Under the waiter's drab stare, I paid the bill after eating and drinking. After examining the bill, I got up and walked away, muttering something that could not be heard: "The tip is really fucking 20% of the consumption."
Going out in the future seems to require me to bring greater change.
Under the waiter's appreciative and jealous gaze, he gave the waiter the car key, gave him $20 to spend, and drove off.
I looked at the time and saw that it was past three. His villa should have been cleaned by the housekeeping workers. I couldn't help but feel lonely as I saw the crowded road and the fast traffic.
Will Hua Xia's parents be too depressed, I wonder? Will his sweetheart weep for him?
For what reason?
His eyes blurred as he let out a gentle sigh.
"Didi!"
He was startled awake by the sharp blare of the automobile horn, and he could still hear cursing in the background.
When I finally calmed down, I discovered that my car had stopped on the road without warning and that over a dozen other automobiles were backed up.
"Buzz buzz!"
After pressing the accelerator a couple of times, onlookers' attention was drawn to the sports car's roar, and the Ferrari shot out like an arrow.
When the depressed John got home and saw how neat and organized the living room was, he collapsed on the couch and started crying as he thought about his parents and his annoying ex-girlfriend.
After sobbing wearily, John fell asleep, woke up from the sofa in a haze, and noticed that the outside was dark through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
I looked at my watch and rubbed my eyes. Seven o'clock has already passed. I entered the bathroom, soaked my face with cold water, and gazed at my strange reflection.
"It won't help no matter how much I consider it. Both John and Wang Xiao have passed away. I have to have a great life because I am now living for two people. I can no longer spend another hundred years of life, so quit being a little person and stop being depressed."
John forced himself not to call this planet home to Hua Xia. Safety was the main concern. Suddenly, a call came in from someone who had never spoken to Hua Xia. It would be well worth the loss if the US government, which is arguably keeping an eye on the world, became suspicious. He is unable to accept chances, no matter how slight. He can only and must be taken into the casket; no one can know his current circumstances.