His Fortune Exposed, the Rich Second Generation Fell to Their Knees

Lu Yuan said, "Ahem, keep it low-key."

Young Master Cong gave him a thumbs-up. "Brother Lu, you're fucking amazing. We all rely on our dads, but you went out to work and study at fifteen, developed loads of scientific patents, bought shares in overseas internet companies, and finally bought five hundred school district apartments across the country. You built your fortune from scratch. Fucking amazing!"

Lu Yuan rubbed his nose, ten thousand question marks filling his mind.

When did I invent anything worth a scientific patent? And when did I buy shares in overseas internet companies?

[Ding! This is the system's reasonable explanation for the source of the host's money. Please do not panic.]

Only then did Lu Yuan breathe a sigh of relief.

After a bottle of 1982 Lafite had been opened for each person and each had received a box of cigars, the waiter said to Lu Yuan, "Sir, the Lafite is seventy thousand a bottle, and the Cuban cigars are thirty thousand a box. The five hundred bottles of 1982 Lafite and the cigars, including the food, come to fifty-one million!"

Lu Yuan deftly pulled out his bank card and tossed it to the waiter. "Charge it!"

[Beep! Card payment successful!]

[Card charged: exactly fifty-one million yuan!]

The payment announcement rang throughout the reception hall, leaving all the celebrities and wealthy guests stunned. When had they ever seen someone casually spend fifty million treating people just once?

Young Master Cong and Young Master Qin both looked astonished. Wasn't this a little too extravagant?

"Brother Lu, you're generous!"

"Brother Lu, you're a generous man! You said you'd pay for everyone, and you did. Your word is worth a thousand pieces of gold. You're a real man, and I'd like to propose a toast to you!"

"I'd like to toast Brother Lu too!"

Young Master Qin gulped, and only then did his shock begin to subside a little. Looking at Lu Yuan, he said, "Brother Lu, if you ever need anything, just give me a shout. I can help."

Not to be outdone, Young Master Cong said, "Brother Lu, you can come to me, Young Master Cong, too. From now on, you're an honored guest of my Wang Family."

Lu Yuan enjoyed the feeling. This was the charm of money: once you had enough of it, even those you had once been able only to look up to would try every way they could to curry favor with you.

Lu Yuan cupped his fists. "Then I'll have to trouble you all in the future."

"Brother Lu, what are you saying? We're all brothers here. Talking about trouble makes us sound like strangers!"

After Lu Yuan threw around fifty million, no one dared look down on him anymore, even if the car he drove was only an entry-level car for the club. Everyone wanted to get closer to him.

The rich young ladies who usually held their noses in the air also sat a little closer to Lu Yuan. Only a man like him, who had built his fortune from scratch, was someone they admired and looked up to.

Young Master Qin and Young Master Cong had it a little rough, with not a single girl beside either of them. Young Master Cong was the first to lose patience. He said to Brother Zhiying, "Uncle Zhiying, why don't you get your car and race me for another lap? I'm going to wipe away the shame of our last race."

Brother Zhiying looked at Young Master Cong. "Is there any point in racing? Haven't I already beaten you?"

"Heh, we haven't even raced yet. How do you know I'll lose to you again today?"

Under Young Master Cong's persistent urging, Brother Zhiying finally agreed to race a lap with him.

The group made their way to the racetrack at the sports car club.

Young Master Cong suffered a crushing defeat in five races in a row. As an amateur, how could he possibly outrace Brother Zhiying, a professional driver?

"Brother Lu, do you want to have some fun racing a few laps with Uncle Zhiying?" several young men and women suggested.

Lu Yuan had already been itching to race as he watched the two compete, so he immediately said, "Sure!"

Lu Yuan climbed into the Bugatti Veyron, and Brother Zhiying took the driver's seat of the Ferrari.

"3!"

"2!"

"1!"

"GO!"

Boom!

The engines of the two supercars roared at the same time, and the cars shot out like two streaks of lightning.

The two drivers weaved past obstacle after obstacle and soon reached a bend.

Following the racing techniques in his mind, Lu Yuan wrenched the steering wheel.

Under Lu Yuan's control, the Bugatti Veyron executed a perfect drift, entering the bend at speed before shooting out like a rocket.

Only after the Bugatti Veyron had shot several hundred meters ahead did Brother Zhiying reach the bend.

Brother Zhiying's palms were covered in cold sweat. His earlier, laid-back expression gradually disappeared, replaced by a grave look. "How can he be so good?!"

"Holy shit! Am I seeing things? Brother Zhiying was overtaken on the fast entry into the bend?"

"You're not seeing things. Brother Zhiying really was overtaken. Brother Lu was a minute faster..."

"Brother Zhiying is a professional race car driver! He's competed in loads of professional races, big and small. He shouldn't have lost here!"

Young Master Cong, Young Master Qin, and the others all stared in astonishment.

Brother Zhiying's competitive spirit was also roused. Soon, on a very narrow stretch of the track, he took an extremely tricky angle and left Lu Yuan's Bugatti Veyron far behind.

Lu Yuan was slightly surprised. As expected of Brother Zhiying. If it had been an ordinary race car driver, a minute slower than him on the fast entry into the bend and with the track conditions less than ideal, overtaking again would have been extremely difficult.

Lu Yuan wasn't discouraged. Instead, he followed the racing knowledge in his head and made another series of moves.

Under Lu Yuan's control, the Bugatti Veyron's tires scraped against the track and its engine revved wildly. The entire car launched into the air, soaring over Brother Zhiying's car.

As soon as the Bugatti Veyron landed, it made a fast 180-degree turn into the next bend ahead of time, then shot out again at a wildly reckless speed, like a mustang freed from its reins.

Launching, landing, and entering the bend at speed-there wasn't the slightest pause. It was all done in one smooth motion.

Quite a few rich second-generation car enthusiasts offered their opinions. "To enter the bend at speed the moment you land, you have to calculate beforehand exactly how fast you need to be going. You also have to calculate how long to hold down the clutch, and turn the steering wheel to the right position immediately..."

"Could Brother Lu have been a professional race car driver before?"

"Damn! Brother Lu is so cool. He built his fortune from scratch, he's young and rich, and he can race too... I already feel like marrying him!"

"Get lost, get lost! My husband Lu Yuan is mine. You think he'd fall for you?"

Brother Zhiying tried every trick he had to even the score, but whenever he was about to catch Lu Yuan's Bugatti Veyron, it would leave him far behind again.

In the end, Lu Yuan crossed the finish line first. Brother Zhiying arrived roughly three minutes later.

Lu Yuan took off his professional racing helmet and smiled at Brother Zhiying. "Uncle Zhiying, you lost!"

Brother Zhiying took off his helmet helplessly, a bitter look on his face. "As much as I hate to admit it, I have to say, you're good. You shouldn't be here. You should be on an F1 track!"

Young Master Cong and Young Master Qin instantly became Lu Yuan's little fanboys. "Brother Lu, you're amazing! You're the only one here who can beat Uncle Zhiying!"

"How about taking the two of us on as disciples? A million per lesson, and you only have to teach for an hour. Brother Lu, teach us how to race!"