"Holy crap, won't I be on a live broadcast then?"
Staring at the rear cargo bed, Demo Did felt a vein throb on his forehead.
Fang Chenyi had been so busy bragging that he seemed to have overlooked this point, too. But the guy was quick on his feet:
"Hey, are you an idiot or something, Dimo? Can't you just get a custom power roof installed on this thing?"
Hearing this, Demo Did immediately slapped his thigh. "Right, right! I'll have the Bugatti factory customize an exclusive roof for it. That'll be so badass! No need to change anything else, this is perfect!"
Fang Chenyi was dumbfounded. 'What the hell? Making Bugatti install a roof on a tractor? Only this guy could come up with something so ridiculous. These nouveau riche really are a different breed!'
