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[Updated first. This line will be removed after editing. Re-downloading will not result in duplicate charges.] At three thirty, Peter and the chubby little Black kid arrived first.
The moment Ned entered the hotel, he was beside himself with excitement because he had ridden over in a Porsche 718. Ned was even more of a nerd than Peter and liked mechanical things. The roar of a sports car made his blood boil.
Dave arrived a little later on a bicycle. With him came his girlfriend Katie, Katie's best friend Erika, and Dave's two close buddies, Marty and Todd.
A round of introductions was inevitable.
Erika was of Chinese descent and her surname was Zhou, but she was an nth-generation immigrant and thoroughly American. After chatting for a few sentences, Hayato lost interest in getting to know her better.
Marty, Todd, and Ned were similar types—fringe figures at school with optimistic personalities and no inferiority complexes. The three of them got together and happily talked about comics.
So there was a problem. Hayato had not expected so many people. Kate had driven off in the Cadillac, leaving only the gold sports car and the Porsche 918, which were obviously not enough seats.
Katie was quite considerate and said their group could just call two taxis.
Hayato smiled and said, "Leave it to me."
In this country where money came first, there was no problem money could not solve.
If there was, it only meant you did not have enough money.
Hayato called the service number on his VIP card. A sweet-voiced young woman answered and politely asked what he needed.
Hayato explained the situation.
The woman on the other end had probably handled plenty of cases like this and immediately offered three solutions. First, two luxury Bentley sedans. Second,