aircannonsinc Chapter 453 Old Ye, Stop! There are people everywhere outside.
Chapter 453 Old Ye, Stop! There are people everywhere outside.
Without any hesitation, Ye Fan made his move again!
This Bugatti Veyron, symbolizing the throne of land speed, has a base price of over 4000 million Chinese yuan. With various taxes, insurance, and optional equipment, the final price approaches a terrifying 5000 million yuan!
This time, even Fang Yu, who was used to seeing big scenes, couldn't help but show genuine shock.
He originally thought Ye Fan would "calm down" a bit after the Pagani, but he didn't expect that this guy's "shopping desire" was like a flood that had been released, flowing endlessly!
After having Liu Ruyan sign again, Ye Fan turned to Fang Yu with a relaxed smile, as if he were simply inviting a friend for a cup of milk tea: "Old Fang, how about it? Want to join in? Let's pair up?"
Fang Yu shook his head with a wry smile, patted Ye Fan on the shoulder, and said with a hint of envy and helplessness, "Old Ye, I really want to go with them! The lines of this new Veyron are just too captivating. But..."
He shrugged: "Several major projects are in critical phases lately, and cash flow is tight. Even the richest family doesn't have surplus funds. Next time, next time for sure!"
Qin Kun, standing to the side, nearly popped his eyes out. He rubbed his face vigorously, as if trying to confirm if he was dreaming, and his voice rose several decibels: "Holy crap! Old Ye! You really don't value money! Is this thing made of gold or has diamond-encrusted wheels? Five million! You bought two of them without even blinking an eye?"
Ye Fan simply smiled calmly, a smile that conveyed a sense of complete control: "Sigh, in this life, it's rare to find something you truly love. Having a little hobby is not easy, so let's indulge in it."
"You're awesome!" Qin Kun was completely convinced and gave Ye Fan a big thumbs up.
This isn't just spending money like water; it's practically pouring it down like the Milky Way!
If Fang Yu and Qin Kun were shocked, then Qin Fei, Lin Feng, and Wang Zhui, who were standing a little further away, were completely stunned, their worldviews shattered!
Their jaws nearly dropped to the floor!
Most importantly—Ye Fan is only a freshman in college! A college student who has only been away from home for a few months can use hundreds of millions of yuan, and not for "proper things" like investment or starting a business, but purely to buy cars and have fun!
The implications behind this left their brains completely overloaded and utterly baffled! This was on a completely different level from their understanding of "rich kids"!
The process was repeated: swipe card, sign, confirm contract.
Ye Fan's movements were fluid and smooth, without the slightest hesitation or delay, as if he were simply buying a bottle of water at a convenience store.
That indifference to tens of millions is more impactful than any boasting.
When Ye Fan and his group emerged once again from the Bugatti's imposing exhibition hall—
The entire international auto show was completely abuzz with excitement!
The news swept through every corner like a hurricane!
The explosive news that "a mysterious tycoon spent over 100 million in one hour to buy three top-of-the-line cars" overshadowed all the new car launches!
The crowd inside the venue went completely wild, surging towards the Bugatti pavilion from all directions like a tidal wave.
The security guards were on high alert, forming a human wall by holding hands to barely maintain order.
Countless people stood on tiptoe, craned their necks, and held their phones high, just to catch a glimpse of the legendary "God Ye".
The Bugatti booth was packed with people, making it impossible to move!
Meanwhile, the car reviewers and online influencers who captured the entire event were completely engulfed in a nuclear-level frenzy:
"Aaaaaah! I bought another one! A Bugatti! A Bugatti that costs 50 million after purchase!! Three in one hour! That's over 100 million!! I wouldn't dare spend my Happy Beans like that!!"
"Honey! Even though we're rich, money doesn't grow on trees! Please be careful with your spending! It breaks my heart to see you spend so much! (Sends a bunch of gifts)"
"I'm impressed! Utterly impressed! Wang Congcong and Fang Yu are nothing compared to Ye Shen! This is a true super-rich man!"
"Inhuman! Outrageous! Incredibly wealthy! I bow down in utter despair!"
"Ye Fan! I don't believe you're that rich! Unless you VIP me 50 and let me eat Crazy Thursday to prove your strength! (Just kidding)"
"The abacus beads upstairs hit me in the face! Ye Shen V, I need 50 verification points! I don't ask for much!"
The barrage of comments poured onto the screen like a waterfall, while the gift effects never stopped.
Countless netizens watched Ye Fan's "supermarket-like" car-buying style and compared it to their own bitter struggles to snag discounted items, feeling a mix of emotions and lamenting that "the gap between people is bigger than the gap between a person and a dog."
Standing next to Ye Fan, Fang Yu stared in disbelief at the massive, almost overwhelming crowd that seemed to be lifting the roof off the city. Even with his extensive experience, he was speechless. He instinctively tugged at Ye Fan's sleeve, his voice filled with disbelief.
"Old Ye...stop it..." He looked around at the densely packed crowd, countless pairs of burning eyes focused on him, and swallowed hard. "There are people everywhere outside!"
Fang Yu was deeply shocked.
He does indeed own far more cars than Ye Fan does now, but he accumulated them over more than a decade, relying on family support and his own personal savings.
And what about Ye Fan?
A freshman who had only been on campus for a few months seemed to be just taking a "stroll" on the weekend, but in just one hour, he swept away top-of-the-line mechanical beasts worth over 100 million yuan as if he were buying a lot of goods!
This terrifyingly unreasonable cash flow and unbridled audacity made even a top-tier second-generation heir with a deep-rooted family fortune feel a chill run down his spine.
Only now did he truly understand that Ye Fan's earlier statement about "making a big purchase at the auto show" was not a joke, but a calm declaration of fact.
This is no longer just about being "rich," but a subversive interpretation of the rules of wealth.
Under the spotlight and flashes of countless eyes, Ye Fan's figure seemed to radiate a golden light that was impossible to look directly at.
......
Ye Fan strode out calmly amidst countless stares and flashing lights.
The bustling crowd seemed to be separated by his calm aura.
He paused for a moment—the Pagani Huayra, the Bugatti Veyron, and the Ferrari LaFerrari already on its way, the "toy library" of top-tier supercars seemed to be starting to fill up.
As my gaze swept over the throng of people, the distinctive silver "double R" sign (Rolls-Royce) came into view in the distance.
Fang Yu, who had been keeping an eye on him, immediately caught the look in his eyes and asked with a knowing smile, "What's up, Lao Ye? Got your eye on a Roll? Want to try something different?"
Ye Fan nodded frankly: "I do have that idea. Supercars are great, but they're still wild horses. Whether it's daily commuting or long-distance travel, sitting in one for too long will shake your bones to pieces."