He matched the car in front of him with the China-exclusive model he had once seen at a car show.
"Yun Mulan. That's right, that's the color."
Zhao Lei remembered it clearly.
This BMW 7 Series had a pre-sale price that was almost 100,000 yuan higher than his entry-level Maybach.
The appeal of a limited run of only 40 units in China had attracted many wealthy businessmen to snap them up.
'Damn, these second-generation rich kids deserve to die!'
If Qi Sheng's ride were just a regular BMW 7 Series,
he'd still have the confidence to compete with him.
To see who could ultimately win Pei Yinyin over.
But the other guy's ride was no cheaper than his Maybach S400 in the slightest.
Plus, he was tall, rich, and handsome, completely crushing him into dust.
'Well, I've completely given up now.'
'The guy is taller than me, more handsome than me, and richer than me.'
'Even if I were Pei Yinyin, I'd know who to choose.'
...
Inside the car,
