bookrebus Chapter 507 We'll keep clear and transparent accounts, and we'll treat everyone fairly, yo
Chapter 507 We'll keep clear and transparent accounts, and we'll treat everyone fairly, yo
"The heart of the machine is a wild 4.6-liter V8 naturally aspirated engine, coupled with two high-power electric motors on the front and rear axles, which together can unleash a terrifying 881 horsepower! 0-100 km/h acceleration..."
He paused deliberately, emphasizing, "The official data is 2.5 seconds, but in reality, hehe, it's even faster!"
He patted the smooth, mirror-like hood:
"This car is one of only 918 in the world. I went through a lot of trouble and used a lot of overseas connections to bring it back from Europe! The car is in perfect condition."
He looked at Ye Fan, his eyes filled with anticipation: "Brother Ye, how are you feeling?"
Ye Fan didn't hesitate at all.
He didn't even bother to ask about the configuration details or price. He slowly walked around the bright silver 918, his fingertips lightly tracing its cold yet powerful waistline.
That unique charm, which blends top-notch mechanical craftsmanship with cutting-edge hybrid technology, precisely struck his aesthetic point.
He stopped and said directly to Zhang Lang, "This one is the one."
His tone was calm, yet it carried an undeniable determination.
"Slap!" Zhang Lang slapped his thigh excitedly, his face beaming. "Brother! You have excellent taste! I knew you knew your stuff! This car is a perfect match for your style!"
Wu Shaojie, standing to the side, looked at the 918 with eyes full of love and envy.
He clicked his tongue and sighed inwardly: Damn it, I want one too... Unfortunately, I'm a bit short on cash lately, and my family is checking the accounts very carefully.
He suppressed his desire and spoke to Zhang Lang:
"Hey kid, Lao Ye's a good brother I brought along! You'd better give me a really fair price! Don't try anything fancy!"
Zhang Lang immediately stopped joking and his expression became very serious and sincere: "Old Wu, don't worry! We've been brothers for so many years, I know the rules!"
He held up his finger, gesturing to his name: "I won't shortchange you a single penny of the distribution fees, service fees, and reasonable profits that are rightfully mine!"
He paused, looking directly at Ye Fan: "But what I shouldn't earn—that kind of 'information gap' money, 'face' money—that kind of money you squeeze out of acquaintances, I guarantee, brother, I won't take a single penny more! We'll be transparent and honest, young and old alike!"
Ye Fan nodded to himself.
Zhang Lang's words were very practical and reasonable.
This is business, not a dinner party.
People open businesses, and reasonable profits are the foundation of their survival. They should be allowed to earn the money they deserve.
Those who use "brotherhood" as a pretext to demand that the other party lose money or even make a loss are the most unethical and the least sustainable.
As the old saying goes, what's free is often the most expensive!
Prices below market norms or even at a loss inevitably conceal either a trap or a debt of gratitude that will eventually have to be repaid many times over.
Ye Fan was well-versed in this.
Therefore, after Zhang Lang quoted a price of 1338 million, which was in line with the current market price of 918 Spyder, Ye Fan did not hesitate or haggle at all.
He simply pulled a bank card from his wallet, held it between two fingers, and casually handed it to Zhang Lang, as if he were handing over an ordinary membership card rather than a sum of over ten million yuan: "Okay, swipe the card."
This absolute trust and straightforwardness surprised Zhang Lang slightly, and then a more sincere smile appeared on his face.
He accepted the card with both hands and sincerely praised, "Brother Fan! You're so straightforward! I love dealing with easygoing people like you!"
He immediately instructed the professional accountant and assistant who were already waiting nearby: "Quick! Process the paperwork for Young Master Ye! We need the fastest speed and the most VIP service!"
Transferring money, signing documents, printing temporary licenses...
The entire process was completed in less than twenty minutes thanks to the efficient operation of a group of professionals.
When the bright silver Porsche 918 Spyder was carefully driven out of the gate by the showroom staff and parked steadily in the exclusive VIP parking area outside the racetrack.
Its unique hybrid technology design and cool silver sheen instantly attracted the attention of many second-generation kids who had just come down from the track or stands.
A crowd began to gather, pointing and whispering, their eyes filled with curiosity, envy, and curiosity.
Zhang Lang diligently opened the lightweight carbon fiber car door for Ye Fan, his actions carrying a hint of respect for this mechanical work of art.
Ye Fan crouched down and sat in the low cockpit, which was almost touching the ground, his body instantly enveloped in the embrace of the top-of-the-line Nappa leather bucket seat.
With my hands gripping the perfectly sized steering wheel wrapped in suede, an indescribable sense of satisfaction welled up inside me.
One of the "Big Three" cars that I could only look up at on screens and in magazines in my previous life, I can now hold in my own hands.
Pagani, Bugatti, LaFerrari, and now this 918—the names on my dream list are being lit up one by one.
With a hint of anticipation and awe, he gently touched the accelerator pedal with his right foot.
Buzz—Roar—!
With just a slight movement of his feet, the 4.6-liter V8 engine behind him was awakened like a sleeping lion, bursting out with a deep yet penetrating roar!
The sound wasn't purely savage; rather, it carried the metallic quality unique to precision machinery and the futuristic hum of a hybrid system kicking in, instantly igniting the adrenaline in your blood!
Ye Fan skillfully shifted the gear shift paddles and pressed the accelerator harder.
Without the slightest hesitation, 918, like a silver lightning bolt skimming the ground, smoothly and swiftly glided out of the parking area and merged into the internal passage leading to the track.
The moment Ye Fan entered the empty track, his eyes narrowed and an excited smile appeared on his lips—finally, he could make up for the regret of not being able to have enough fun last time!
The accelerator was pressed down even further!
The roar of the V8 engine suddenly intensified, mixed with the high-frequency hiss of the electric motor at full power!
The violent thrust was like a heavy hammer, slamming him deep into the seat!
The speedometer needle swung wildly to the right as if drawn by a magnet: 100...150...200...
The scenery on both sides instantly distorted and stretched, turning into blurry colored lines, and all that could be heard was the roar of the engine, the whistling of the wind, and the slight hiss of the tires gripping the ground.
He felt as if he was no longer driving a car, but riding a silver streak of light that tore through space, and was having a real ground-hugging flight!
"This damn push-back feeling... awesome!!!" Ye Fan couldn't help but roar, his voice drowned out by the violent noise, but the pure pleasure brought by the extreme speed exploded in every cell of his body!
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After cruising around the track for five or six laps, fully experiencing the hybrid charm and ferocious performance of the 918, Ye Fan finally slowed down, letting the car's speed drop smoothly.
The sharp carbon-ceramic braking system emitted a slight but efficient hiss, taming the silver beast.
He drove his beloved car, like a victorious knight, slowly back to the finish line.