The two walked around for a while before checking out and leaving. Watching them, Tang Qian, who had been full of excitement just a few hours ago, became weak and listless. The receptionist's playful glance made Tang Qian extremely embarrassed.
Wang Tie Niu drove Tang Qian back to the small apartment she rented. He parked in the paid parking spot and wanted to walk her up and sit for a while. Misunderstanding, Tang Qian immediately gave him a pitiful, small-animal-like look of pleading. Wang Tie Niu had to say goodbye regretfully.
After taking a taxi back to Qin Xian Yun's home at Tomson一品, Wang Tie Niu was surprised to find that she wasn't home.
"Working late?" Wang Tie Niu sent a WeChat message.
A video call request popped up a few seconds later, and Wang Tie Niu accepted it immediately.
Seeing Qin Xian Yun, dressed in extremely revealing clothes, lying triumphantly on the bed in the small house she shared with her sister, Wang Tie Niu couldn't help but twitch his mouth. She was so afraid, huh?
Wang Tie Niu chatted with Qin Xian Yun casually for a while, but his anger grew with each passing moment. After ending the video call, he thought for a moment and poked He Shuo Yue.
"Studying in the self-study room, still recovering, don't come {frightened}" He Shuo Yue replied quickly, followed by a selfie taken in the classroom while studying. The original camera captured He Shuo Yue's beauty perfectly, making Wang Tie Niu even more restless.
In the end, Wang Tie Niu didn't bother He Shuo Yue. Just as he was about to watch some videos and go to sleep, a WeChat friend request came in. The attached message read: Hello, I'm Xiao Zhou, the salesperson who received you at Ferrari this afternoon.
Wang Tie Niu thought for a moment and accepted it.
"What's up?" Wang Tie Niu asked proactively.
"Hello Mr. Wang, may we add you to a car owner group? {smile} It's for everyday communication between Ferrari owners." Salesperson Xiao Zhou sent a message.
"Is this a thing? Why didn't anyone add me to a group when I bought the Aston Martin?" Wang Tie Niu was baffled. Unbeknownst to him, there weren't many Aston Martin owners in Shanghai, so no one thought about creating a group.
"Alright, add me in." Wang Tie Niu agreed.
Shortly after, Wang Tie Niu was added to a group called "Magic Top Ferrari Car Friends Club."
"New member, post a picture, post a picture {lust}"
"Red envelopes, red envelopes"
"Is it a handsome young man? {evil laugh}{evil laugh}"
Wang Tie Niu thought for a moment, casually pulled up his T-shirt, and sent a photo of his eight-pack abs to the group.
"???????????"
"Damn, it's a big shot."
"Run, run, can't afford to mess with him"
"Slippery... slippery, mom asked me why I'm kneeling to lick the screen"
"Oh my god, I'm in love."
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A single stone stirred a thousand waves, and the atmosphere in the group immediately became heated. After all, such a perfect physique was something men envied and women were attracted to.
"This could be a photo from the internet, right?" Someone else sent a message with a hint of sourness.
Wang Tie Niu thought for a moment, took an A4 sheet of paper, wrote down his WeChat ID: "Pin Zhao Jin Ren," and put it next to his abs. Then, he sent another photo of his abs with his ID.
That shut the sourpuss up. He didn't say anything else.
Of course, some people were also extremely unhappy that Wang Tie Niu had made a splash as soon as he entered the group.
"Welcome to the group" He first sent a message, followed by five consecutive red envelopes with a lucky draw function, each worth 2000 yuan.
A flood of "666, generous boss, thank you boss" messages appeared immediately.
Wang Tie Niu furrowed his brows, thought for a moment, and began clicking on the profile pictures, checking them one by one. After observing for a long time, he realized that while the group was called "Car Friends Club," there weren't many car owners. In a group of 485 people, there were probably only a few dozen actual owners.
Those selling used cars, renting cars, applying window tints, modifying cars, and taking out mortgage loans, plus others doing who-knows-what, made up a small portion. The rest were mostly people with profile pictures that looked like those of escorts.
"It doesn't matter if a few hundred scammers scam me one at a time. I don't care what they do." Wang Tie Niu chuckled. Although he was a wealthy tycoon, he didn't want to be scammed.
Wang Tie Niu started sending red envelopes. 20,000 yuan each, 100 in total. He sent 10 consecutive sets of these.
It was like throwing a grenade into a calm lake. The entire group exploded.
Wang Tie Niu first saw a sea of messages scrolling across the screen: XXX received your red envelope. A few minutes later, a waterfall of messages started flooding the screen. Various expressions of gratitude to the boss, "666," scrolled non-stop for several minutes without repeating.
In a row of townhouses on the outskirts of Shanghai, a trendy and handsome young man was gnashing his teeth as he stared at his phone screen. He was the one who had sent five 2000 yuan red envelopes to show his displeasure with Wang Tie Niu earlier.
"Haozi, this guy who just joined seems like a big shot," a friend in the same group sent a message to Bai Hao. "I grabbed almost 10,000 yuan, haha."
"Big shot, my ass. I think he's just trying to put on a show," Bai Hao replied irritably.
Seeing everyone in the group still showering Wang Tie Niu with various forms of flattery, Bai Hao couldn't help but want to send red envelopes too.
"I just asked the salesperson, this guy bought a fully loaded F8 today, and he paid 300,000 yuan extra to get it. The total cost was 6.2 million yuan," Bai Hao's friend sent another message.
Bai Hao calmed down. Both he and his friend had bought ROMAs, and after adding the price of the car and the optional extras, they both spent around 3 million yuan each. While expensive cars don't necessarily mean someone is rich, the way this guy casually sent out 200,000 yuan in red envelopes, it's likely that he wouldn't be happy if someone dared to challenge him.
Not all rich kids are mindless morons. After regaining his composure, Bai Hao and his friend chatted: "Awen, why don't you add him on WeChat and chat with him? If you can, try to be friends, or you can add him to our club."
Bai Hao's friend, Zhang Shu Wen, replied with an OK gesture.
After sending out the red envelopes, Wang Tie Niu was bombarded with friend requests. After rejecting over a hundred, he finally got some peace.
"Hello, I'm a ROMA owner, we're all car enthusiasts, let's chat," another friend request came in.
"This one looks more reliable. Let me see how these other second-generation rich kids play." Wang Tie Niu thought for a moment and accepted it.
"Brother, you're really awesome. I've never seen anyone in this group send red envelopes like you," Zhang Shu Wen flattered him right away.
"Just a little something, not a lot of money. Use it for a late-night snack," Wang Tie Niu replied in a very arrogant manner.
In a large penthouse in Pudong, Zhang Shu Wen, lying on the sofa and typing on his phone, twitched his mouth. "Seems like this guy is young and good at showing off," he thought.
"Brother, you're so generous. I heard you took delivery of that fully loaded F8? If you added a little more money, you could have gotten an 812. {envy}" Zhang Shu Wen continued to flatter him.
"It's for my woman. She wanted this one, and there was nothing I could do about it. She thinks the 812 isn't as good-looking as the F8."
Zhang Shu Wen keenly picked up on Wang Tie Niu's choice of words: He said "woman" instead of "wife" or "girlfriend." "If he gifted a fully loaded F8 to a woman, he's either bragging or he's really, really rich."
"Gifting an F8 to pick up girls, 666 {strong}{strong}" Zhang Shu Wen pondered for a moment and then tentatively sent an invitation, "Brother, are you interested in joining a club and playing together?"
"Club? What's it about? Is it similar to this group?" Wang Tie Niu replied.
"Looks like he hasn't joined any other clubs, otherwise he wouldn't ask this," Zhang Shu Wen thought.
"No no, these groups are just for fun. The club will hold some events regularly to strengthen the bond between members. It's up to you to come or not, we don't force anyone. We're all enthusiasts after all," Zhang Shu Wen explained roughly.
"What's the name of your club?"
"It's not my club, I'm just an ordinary member. We're called the CCS Club. The entry requirements are quite strict," Zhang Shu Wen typed this sentence, then sent a picture to Wang Tie Niu.
Wang Tie Niu opened the picture of the CCS Supercar Club's eligible car models, looked at it for a while, and replied to Zhang Shu Wen:
"I think the threshold for your club is a bit low. Are there any more high-end clubs?"
Zhang Shu Wen was so angry he wanted to pull this showoff out of the phone and beat him up.