"Mr. Zhuang, this is your new car, please accept it!"

Johnson looked at the cool and red Rafa in front of him, and he was worthy of being a limited edition Red Devil, so handsome!

"LaFerrari looks bigger than Enzo, but they are actually almost the same size - but it weighs lighter, and the new car is controlled at 1,255 kg..."

"The first hybrid system is used, drawing on many F1 racing technologies. It is equipped with a 6.3L V12 naturally aspirated engine with 788 horsepower and an additional 161 horsepower provided by the electric motor. Its comprehensive output power reaches 949 horsepower..."

"You look at the front and side, the obviously downward-tilted nasal design makes the lines tougher, and if all the wings and diffusers work at full force, the speed can theoretically reach 322kph."

The sales director looked at Johnson and said proudly: "In other words, this car will generate huge downforce in air and can even drive upside down!"

“Choose it is your vision!”

"The global limited edition of 499 units is even rarer than the F40. If possible, please cherish it."

Johnson nodded. The procedures had been completed in advance, with a card of 26 million yuan. There was a dedicated test lane behind it. After more than two hours of hand-held guidance, he finally started to set off.

Xia Hu was sitting in the co-pilot, Xia Long drove the Bentley and followed behind his butt. Johnson was a little nervous. He was unfamiliar with many functions. He carefully controlled the accelerator and paid attention to the road conditions at all times.

Fortunately, the city is in Beijing, and the traffic is as powerful as ever. There are no more than 60 miles of limited edition Lafayette in the world. From time to time, all kinds of envy and jealousy are heard in the traffic. When the red light is waiting for the red light, there is even a driver next to him taking photos with his mobile phone.

Johnson also wore sunglasses and felt very happy. He got what he paid for, and Ferrari was handsome!

I drove home and put it in the garage. One Bentley and one Rafa were still empty. The Bentley was comfortable to ride, the sports car was enjoyable, and there was still a domineering off-road vehicle. I found an opportunity to get it back.

Take out your phone and Wang Kuan’s circle of friends refreshed. There will be a party in the afternoon, Jinhai Racing Stadium, and SCC members should be required to be present as much as possible as possible as possible.

Johnson Smith smiled slightly, and when he was pretending, he sent a WeChat message to ask for the time and place, so that the boy could see what it means to be full of energy!

Suddenly I remembered something, the beautiful woman in the car, she had her own car, but what about two men in black following her...

After pondering for a moment, he called Song Qiao. The other party was very surprised. He heard that he needed a car model and sent the information immediately. Yan Shou Huan Fei, choose whatever he wants.

"so much!"

Johnson looked at the list of hundreds of people, all of which were professional car models, and they were all naked-faced photos, with three-point style, and their figure was unobstructed.

Looking at the white beauties, especially the regular monthly blood test, I really have a specialty in my profession. I chose a girl named Qiqi, who has pure and cute long legs, especially her breasts, which are particularly fierce!

Maybe it was because he lacked maternal love since childhood, and Johnson had no interest in thin squid poles, and big cows were his favorite. He called back and agreed to meet at 2:00 in the afternoon, which was 30,000 a day.

The old saying goes: Men become bad when they have money, and women become bad when they have money.

I was idle and practiced my skills in the community to save the embarrassment of driving in the afternoon. Xia Hu was guiding him next to me, and gradually got used to it, and finally felt like a supercar.

I set off in the afternoon and drove the Lafayette by myself. Xia Long and Xia Hu drove the Bentley with him, followed him along the way to pick up the model and arrived at the agreed location.

"Wow, you drive the legendary Ferrari Rafa!"

"There are 499 super sports cars around the world, and there are no more than twenty domestic ones!"

"How many naked cars are there...22.5 million?"

"The second-hand products have been traded to 42 million...it can't be bought even if you have money!"

Johnson looked at Qiqi, who was like a chicken blood, because she was wearing makeup, and she was more youthful and cute than the photo. She had eight-headed bodies, long legs, especially her breasts, at least D

The girl carefully touched the leather sports seat, secretly took out her cell phone, stared at Johnson and whispered: "Handsome guy, can I take a few photos?"

Johnson was stunned and said curiously: "I like cars so much? Are you really a model of a car?"

"Of course!" Qiqi was unhappy for a moment, puffed up her cheeks, widened her eyes and said, "Can't you tell it so obvious?"

"Although I have never endorsed Ferrari and Lamborghini, I am still a domestic first-tier car model. Mercedes-Benz, BMW and Porsche have all stood on the stage, let alone the others..."

"Supercars never use domestic models. They all look for foreigners. I don't know what's good about it. Isn't it just the height of the nose bridge?"

The more Qiqi spoke, she became more and more excited. She was afraid that Johnson would not believe it. She turned on her phone and played the video: "I don't believe it, right? This is last month's Beijing Auto Show, let's see if I have me at the BMW booth!"

It happened to be a red light. Johnson took a few glances and it was really bright and beautiful. He stood next to the BMW X6. The melon-eating crowd next to him flashed a flash and muttered to himself: "That girl Song Qiao is playing really well!"

Qiqi finally calmed down, Chuchu stared at Johnson pitifully and said coquettishly: "Handsome guy, don't know what your name is yet?"

"My surname is Zhuang? Brother Zhuang. It's the first time I saw such an expensive sports car. I can't help but feel a little excited. You are so handsome, domineering president, right?"

Johnson smiled and said, "Let's go to the supercar party later, just talk less, just follow me."

"Supercar Club?" Qiqi was shocked, and quickly grabbed Johnson's right hand holding the steering wheel, and said excitedly: "Is it the legendary SCC?"

Seeing that Johnson frowned, he quickly let go and begged: "I'm sorry, sorry, calm down, calm down immediately!"

He patted his face with his hands and didn't know what he was muttering. Johnson laughed in silence, shook his head, and focused on driving. He came to the agreed location, the Golden Sea Arena, and one of the four major professional tracks in Beijing.

When we arrived at the parking lot, there were rows of supercars, and the worst was Porsche, there were two Ferrari 488s, one Lamborghini, and one Aston Martin one77. Many people gathered together and smoked and chatted.

"Wow, I'm not dazzled?"

"Yes, Rafa, is it true or false?"

"Awesome, whose car?"

Johnson Parked the car and the surroundings were immediately surrounded by people. No one knew each other, so he could only call Wang Kuan and ask the boy to come out to pick him up.

"Brother Zhuang?"

"Get a Rafa in less than three days?"

"Awesome!"

Wang Kuan watched Johnson come out of the driver's seat, followed by a beautiful woman next to him, and with a bodyguard behind him, and raised his thumbs up: "I was wrong, you are the tough guy!"

He circled around Rafa for a few times, sat in the cab, touched the steering wheel with his hands, and said obsessively: "What a guy, the strongest Ferrari with a limited number of 499 vehicles in the world, more than 40 million!"

Qiqi stood beside Johnson, holding the man's strong arms tightly with his little hands, feeling the attention of the stars, and was nervous and excited. This is SCC, the most awesome supercar club in Beijing!

"Brother Kuan, this man is so angry!"

"That's right, don't you introduce me to my brothers?"

"Yes, our first SCC Rafa is a blinding baby."

Wang Kuanru woke up and hurried out, patted his hands hard a few times, and shouted: "This is Brother Zhuang, a senior member of Chang'an, a wealthy rich man with a net worth of billions!"

"I often play and invest abroad. I just came back and got this baby in three days. My brother, will it be good to join our SCC in the future?"

"Okay, Brother Zhuang is mighty!"

"Sister Chen's senior member? That's really awesome!"

"Haha, our SCC has added another general to kill the pirated trash in the Demon City!"

Wang Kuan came to Johnson, hugged his shoulders intimately, and whispered: "These are all minions, just socialize and socialize, and introduce real friends to each other later."

Johnson nodded, said a few simple words, threw the key to Xia Hu, and let the melon-eating crowd watch. He followed Wang Kuan into the VIP room, where five or six people were sitting, smoking cigarettes, and there were long legs around him.

"Brothers, this is Brother Zhuang, a good guy, everyone will come and get to know each other."

Wang Kuan pointed to one of the yellow-haired men and smiled: "Li Fu, nicknamed Coke, is one of the earliest founders of the club. He started from scratch and worked in the National Games venues. The most inspirational among us."

"FFF Songyang, FFF Xiaopang, cousin, is known as Tangshan Gang. His family runs a steel factory and currently has a company that specializes in supercars."

"They are all their ox carts with over 10 million in SCC. Don't look at Songyang's big and thick, they also like to collect famous watches. A set of Vacheron Constantin limited edition can buy ten Lamborghini!"

"That stinky person is the prince, Aston Martin's general agent, he just spent 47 million to get a one77. The family sells gold, and the door is hard. When the brothers encounter it, they will look for him."

"The one with a vicissitudes of life is Lao Tan, a rich second-generation traveling to the south, playing in private equity funds. He is kind, especially for his sister, he changes at least seven or eight models every month, and he likes to show it out, right?"

"I'm still missing, Brother Quan, a real second-generation with a strong roots. He is usually busy with noble people, but he is very righteous. If you can help with anything, you are all good friends."

Everyone stood up, greeted Johnson with a smile, and sat down. Old Tan casually said, "Brother is pretty awesome, is there any connection in Europe?"

Johnson raised his legs and picked up a cigarette, and said carelessly: "It's okay, I have mainly invested in several companies, and I have some small shares."

"Get out of the way, give me some ground!" The little fat man came to Johnson's side, lit the lighter and said earnestly: "Brother, if you are tired of playing in Rafah in a few days, what about the cheap brother?"
Chapter completed!