Apollo Deploys

In the afternoon, Zhang Yang drove back to COFCO Seaview No. 1.

When he bought this house, it came with several parking spaces, which were just enough to park his cars.

Of course, in such a large garage filled with luxury cars, his several luxury cars parked side by side were not conspicuous at all.

Except for today.

When the Cullinan was parked, several homeowners were taking pictures with their phones next to the Apollo EVO in the adjacent parking space.

When Zhang Yang got out of the car, he could still hear their various exclamations of surprise.

"Apollo! The ultimate chariot, who owns it?"

"If this car were auctioned off, it would probably fetch over a hundred million; there are only ten in the world, so its collector's value is extremely high..."

Zhang Yang stood aside, listened with interest to their hushed conversation for a while, smiled, and then went to open the car door.

The scene fell completely silent.

Sitting inside the Apollo, Zhang Yang casually touched the steering wheel.

This is my first time driving this Apollo EVO. Looking at the entire COFCO Seaview No. 1 garage, even though there are countless luxury cars, this Apollo is enough to dominate the entire scene.

This is the confidence behind the limited production of only ten units worldwide.

A moment later, he started the super car, and it roared off amidst the astonished and worshipful gazes of the crowd.

Zhang Yang drove this car through the streets of Magic City, attracting attention wherever he went.

He truly had a feeling that with this amazing car in his hands, he owned the world.

Normally, even the three most iconic supercars would only attract attention if they appeared, but this Apollo EVO is extremely rare, with a design that is both incredibly stylish and extravagant.

Its impact was sensational.

Even some hot-blooded young men who pretend to be indifferent to luxury cars can't keep their expressions in check, staring intently the whole time with fascinating expressions.

"No wonder everyone loves driving supercars," Zhang Yang muttered to himself as he sat in the car.

He could finally understand how those rich kids who drove supercars and flirted with girls felt.

Young, flamboyant, and stylish.

This is a feeling you can't experience sitting in the back seat of Rolls-Royce Phantom.

Zhang Yang himself didn't know what his mental age should be, but at this moment, he felt an indescribable vitality and passion surging from his blood.

He drove this Apollo as if he were a spirited young knight from a thousand years ago riding a priceless BMW.

A silver saddle shines on a white horse, swift as a shooting star!

Amidst the roar of the waves, it sped straight ahead.

··

The top floor of an office building on Huaihai Middle Road.

The long-planned Cloud Sea Club Clubhouse is finally finished and ready to open. The car club's shareholders and members have all gathered here.

"That's definitely classy."

Everyone praised the renovation results.

With hundreds of millions of dollars invested, it would be strange if the renovation didn't turn out well.

The entire clubhouse presents a beauty that blends tradition and modernity, possessing both antique charm and a postmodern style.

"Where's Brother Zhang? Has Brother Zhang come back?"

Without asking anyone else, everyone turned to look at Xiang Xiaotian.

Now, the relationship between Xiang Xiaotian and Zhang Yang is practically out in the open; it's obvious to everyone.

"Brother Zhang is back. I just texted him and he said he'll be here later..." Xiang Xiaotian waved her phone lightly. "Have you guys come up with any ideas for the opening celebration?"

"In my opinion, it should be like this..."

"That works too..."

"It should still be like this..."

Everyone chimed in with their own opinions, saying a great deal.

"Alright, just bring all your cars out and line them up, that's enough of a spectacle." Su Jiajun, as the president of the car club, stepped forward and said, "Young Master Jin, how about you bring out your Frog King 918 and show it off?"

"Of course, that's no problem," Jin Yanchao waved his hand dismissively, "But of the three legendary cars, I only have one. It's only impressive to collect them all. Which of you can get them all?"

The people present looked at each other in bewilderment.

Although everyone here owns a Rolex, many of you also own several sports cars.

But if you're talking about immediately getting two more amazing cars, that's really like forcing a duck onto a shelf; it's something that can't be done anytime soon.

"How about we rent it?"

"Renting that is too tacky; only members' cars give you that feeling..." some people thought.

Everyone here has some status, and no one would stoop to renting a car to save face... It's either you have one or you don't, so what?

They're all driving Rolls-Royce, does that mean they have no status?

"I expected that," Jin Yanchao said with a smile. "Jiajun, I'll introduce a big brother to join later. You all be polite... he has LaFerrari..."

"Big brother? Where did this big brother come from?" Su Jiajun blinked.

"To put it simply... my Porsche 918 was resold to me by someone else," Jin Yanchao revealed. "He's the son of one of my company's major clients. We have seven or eight suppliers like him."

"Jin Yanchao, you're being way too obsequious! They're your company's clients, not ours," Xiang Xiaotian said, unable to bear it any longer. "Would you still say that if Brother Zhang were here?"

"Xiao Tian, I'm just thinking about our club, trying to attract more members," Jin Yanchao said with a dry laugh. "Even if Brother Zhang were here, he wouldn't be able to find fault with what I said, would he?"

Xiang Xiaotian rolled her eyes and ignored him.

"Alright, alright, guests are guests." Su Jiajun clicked his tongue. "Young Master Jin, when is that person arriving... are you sure you can handle that?"

"Of course," Jin Yanchao patted his chest confidently, "We've known each other for more than just a year or two... I'll make a call and ask."

He took out his phone and made a call.

Everyone watched as Jin Yanchao raised his phone to make a call.

"Young Master Tang... Hey, it's me, Xiao Jin. When will you arrive? Wait a little longer? Okay, I'll send you the address."

The crowd exchanged bewildered glances, secretly disgusted by Jin Yanchao's behavior.

Is it necessary?

And they're doing it so openly, it seems they're genuinely proud to know such a person...

"I'll be there soon." Jin Yanchao put down his phone, glanced at the stares around him, and chuckled, "Don't be surprised... isn't that what it's like to be a lackey?"

"Little brother? How many brothers do you actually have?" Xiang Xiaotian said, somewhat speechless. "You were calling yourself 'little brother' in front of Brother Zhang last time."

"That's different," Jin Yanchao said with a smile.

A moment later, Jin Yanchao's phone rang.

Immediately, his expression brightened.

"We've arrived!"

"Let's go see him," Su Jiajun said quickly, remembering the important matter at hand.

Since everyone had nothing else to do, they decided to go and take a look.

A moment later, the elevator doors opened.

A fair-skinned young man dressed in bespoke clothing walked out and casually took off his sunglasses.

"Young Master Tang..." Jin Yanchao bowed and greeted him, "This is the place."

"Xiao Jin, this is the club you invested in? It looks pretty good." Young Master Tang said, looking around.

"I invested a portion, a small portion," Jin Yanchao quickly changed his tune when faced with several meaningful glances.

Young Master Tang didn't pay any attention to his words and just wandered around inside on his own.

How much is the membership fee?

"Young Master Tang, please come in. Let's not talk about membership fees," Jin Yanchao said with a beaming smile. "Your presence is an honor for us..."

Xiang Xiaotian, who was listening nearby, curled her lip.

That's such an honor... it's almost like my humble abode has been graced with its glory... truly...

How come I never noticed before that Jin Yanchao is a born simp?

"Alright, I'll give you face and you can join. I'll introduce you to my friends later if there's a chance," Young Master Tang said after wandering around inside for a while.

Su Jiajun stood to the side, trying hard to wink at Jin Yanchao.

"Ahem... Young Master Tang." Jin Yanchao had no choice but to bite the bullet and ask, "Did you bring your LaFerrari today?"

"No, it's parked at home. You asked about this... is something wrong?" Young Master Tang looked at him with a half-smile. "You want to give it a try? You've got your eye on my car?"

"No, no, not at all." Jin Yanchao quickly shook his head. "Um... on our opening day, we're planning to have a group photo taken with our members. Would it be convenient for you to drive your LaFerrari over to show your support?"

"Bringing my LaFerrari to make a show of things?" Young Master Tang frowned. "My car... is it for you to show off? Don't you have any cars?"

Su Jiajun followed closely behind, his brows furrowing more than once.

That's arrogant.

"Young Master Tang, no matter how many cars we have, they can't compare to your LaFerrari!" Jin Yanchao said with a fawning smile. "You'll be in the center of attention then, and all the face we'll have to show off will be thanks to you..."

"Xiao Jin, you're getting better and better at saying that," Young Master Tang smiled. "I'll think about it."

He turned to leave.

Jin Yanchao stood by awkwardly smiling, not wanting to press for an answer.

Su Jiajun finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"Forget it, it's not like we don't have a car... Young Master Tang, right? If it's inconvenient for you, then forget it," Su Jiajun said.

"Who are you?" Young Master Tang stopped and looked him up and down.

"I am..." Su Jiajun took a deep breath, preparing to speak.

"Hey... Young Master Tang... Brother Tang..." Jin Yanchao's expression changed, and he quickly tried to smooth things over, "This is our car club president, President Su Jiajun."

"What kind of crappy car club president is this?" Young Master Tang scoffed. "What kind of club is this... Cloud Sea Club? I'm not going in."

"You!" Su Jiajun exclaimed in alarm. "How dare you talk like that?"

"Forget it, forget it," the people around them said, pulling at him.

"Su Jiajun, let's go. Brother Zhang is here. As for him, he can come in or not, it's up to him." Xiang Xiaotian said coldly from the side, then glanced at Jin Yanchao, "Look what you've done."

The elevator just happened to arrive.

The group filed in, passing by Jin Yanchao and his companion.

"Xiao Jin, you people here have quite the big mouths." Young Master Tang laughed angrily. "Believe me or not, I'll ruin the name of your club. You can just stay here and amuse yourselves."

"Brother, Brother Tang, this is really..." Jin Yanchao's forehead was covered in sweat.

He saw Young Master Tang walk straight towards another elevator, so he quickly followed and went in together.

"Brother Tang, you're a magnanimous person, don't hold it against them..." Jin Yanchao kept saying from the side.

"It's so noisy." Young Master Tang frowned. "If I don't bother with them, why should I bother with you?"

"No... please don't." Jin Yanchao lowered his head, wiped his sweat, and made up his mind not to speak again.

Clubs and exclusive clubs were completely forgotten at that moment.

The most important thing is to please him and appease Young Master Tang.

A moment later, the elevator doors opened.

Young Master Tang walked out of the elevator without looking back, with Jin Yanchao following closely behind.

As the two walked through the hall, they suddenly heard a distant roar, along with a series of resounding congratulatory shouts.

"Brother Zhang? Brother Zhang, this car... this car..."

"My goodness... Apollo, this is..."

"Apollo!"

There were gasps of surprise, trembling with excitement.

Young Master Tang frowned and strode out.

Jin Yanchao, standing to the side, followed dumbly, gazing into the distance...

In the distant sunlight, a supercar with an extremely stylish and exaggerated appearance, resembling an alien warship, had just stopped. A tall and handsome figure stepped out of the car, and was greeted by congratulations and praises from those around him.

That was Zhang Yang.

"That is... that car is?" Jin Yanchao asked, his voice trembling.

"Apollo EVO! It really is that Apollo EVO!" Young Master Tang exclaimed in shock first. "One of the ten in the world? How... how could it be here?"

That's the ultimate car among ultimate cars.

Let's put it this way: his LaFerrari was a limited edition of 649 units worldwide, while this Apollo EVO in front of him is one of only ten in the world—you can't buy it even if you have the money.

That car, once put up for auction, could easily fetch a premium of over 100 million.

"Who is that?!" he asked with a serious expression and an astonished tone.

"That's... that's Brother Zhang!" Jin Yanchao exclaimed. "Brother Zhang took 50 million from that club upstairs; he's a major shareholder too."

At that moment, he felt extremely remorseful.

If I had known it would turn out this way, I should have stuck to one path and clung to that powerful figure. Why did I have to act so shamelessly in front of everyone, losing face for no reason?

"Brother Zhang?" Young Master Tang murmured to himself.

Then, both of them saw that tall and handsome figure in the distance, already approaching amidst a crowd.

That figure moved with the stride of a dragon and the gait of a tiger, exuding an overwhelming aura with every gesture.

Even a casual glance from him seemed to convey boundless wealth.

"Quickly... quickly introduce me!" Young Master Tang suddenly realized, his breathing becoming rapid.

Jin Yanchao was taken aback, and hurriedly stepped forward, stammering.

"Brother Zhang, you're here!"

"Huh?" Zhang Yang stopped in his tracks. "Jin Yanchao? You're here too?"

"I'm with a guest, Brother Zhang, this is Young Master Tang..." Jin Yanchao stammered as he stepped forward to introduce the person in question, "Young Master Tang is planning to come into our club."

"Oh, Young Master Tang, welcome." Zhang Yang nodded casually.

"Young Master Zhang, hello, I've heard so much about you." Young Master Tang changed his expression, smiled and stepped forward, extending his hand in mid-air.

"Brother Zhang," Xiang Xiaotian suddenly spoke up as she watched from the side.

"Hmm, what's wrong?" Zhang Yang turned his head to look at Xiang Xiaotian.

Xiang Xiaotian stepped forward, gently rested her head on Zhang Yang's shoulder, and said something.

Young Master Tang stood there with his hand hanging in the air, feeling the occasional glances from the person in front of him. He waited awkwardly, his hand hanging in the air, feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles.

"Is that so?" Zhang Yang listened. "You're welcome to come and go as you please at our club, no need to force yourself... Jin Yanchao, you're the one who introduced us, right? Go and see him off."

He casually remarked, and together with the others, they bypassed Young Master Tang.