As a Magnate, I Started Checking in at a Convenience Store

Chapter 42: Supercar Club

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

“Hiss,” Zhou Chao sat up from the bed, feeling a bit dizzy. Last night, Ling Chen had initiated a drinking spree, and the employees took turns toasting. Zhou Chao lost count of how much he had consumed. Though his physical constitution was strong, even he couldn’t withstand this much.

In the scorching September of Modu, after having breakfast that Lin Wu had brought, Zhou Chao lay by the pool on a lounger, engrossed in reading “Selected Works of Mao”. He found it quite enjoyable.

“Buzz, buzz.” The phone placed nearby started ringing. Zhou Chao picked it up without looking and answered, “Good morning, Qin Lang.”

“Zhou Chao, do you have time today? Come to the Supercar Club and have some fun.”

“I’m free anytime. What car should 1 bring?”

“Just bring the best one from your garage. 1’11 be waiting for you at the Modu Racing Circuit. I’ll send you the location. Hurry over.”

“Got it.” Zhou Chao finished speaking and put down the “Selected Works of Mao”. He got up and changed into casual clothes before setting out. With Lin Wu by his side, he arrived at the garage. Approaching a car covered with a car cover, Zhou Chao removed it, leaving Lin Wu in awe.

“Pagani Zonda HP Barchetta!” Lin Wu exclaimed, startling Zhou Chao. Turning to Lin Wu, Zhou Chao said, “Don’t be so surprised.”

“I can’t help it. There are only three of these worldwide. 1 never expected Young Master Zhou to have one.” Lin Wu regained his serious expression but the incredulity in his words was still evident.

Zhou Chao chuckled. “You drive the Poison and come with me.” He tossed the keys to Lin Wu and hopped into his own car, starting the engine with a rumble. Lin Wu, witnessing this, hurriedly ran over to start the Poison and followed Zhou Chao as they exited The Palms Residence.

The SCC Supercar Club was one of the earliest-established supercar clubs, founded in ’08. Centered in Modu, it was initiated by supercar owners from Jiangsu, Zhejiang, Shanghai, and South China regions, legally registered as a nonprofit supercar club. It was also the first nationwide green club that advocated and persisted in operating for non-profit purposes. Currently, it had several hundred members, and the entry requirement was to own a supercar worth at least 1.5 million.

Modu’s mornings were bustling, and Zhou Chao and Lin Wu also found themselves stuck in traffic. A peculiar scene unfolded on the road—a jam in front of Zhou Chao and an empty stretch beside him, except for Lin Wu’s Poison. Seeing a vehicle about 10 meters behind slowly approaching, Zhou Chao was puzzled. “I’m not a man-eating tiger. Why keep such a distance?”

If the people behind were to find out about Zhou Chao’s thoughts, they would surely be infuriated. If they were to accidentally bump into him even slightly, they might have to sell their house just to settle the matter.

Zhou Chao refocused his thoughts and gradually followed the flow of traffic towards the Modu Racing Circuit.

Upon arriving at the circuit, they were stopped by security guards. The SCC Supercar Club had reserved the entire Modu Racing Circuit for the day, so outsiders were not allowed in.

Zhou Chao dialed Qin Lang’s number, and soon enough, Qin Lang walked out. Zhou Chao was spotted sitting atop a convertible supercar, smoking.

Qin Lang was utterly dumbfounded. “Pagani Zonda HP Barchetta.” Not even his brother, the self-proclaimed Emperor of Shanghai, Qin Fen, owned this car. Qin Lang quickly approached, running a hand over the car’s surface, clearly relishing the experience.

Zhou Chao looked at Qin Lang’s expression and said with an exasperated tone, “Qin Lang, people who don’t know you might think you have a fetish. Tone it down.”

“280 million yuan! I’ve seen this car online before. No one in China owns it. Zhou Chao, you’re really something.”

“Alright, let’s head in. 1 suppose you can take it for a spin later.” Upon hearing Zhou Chao’s words, Qin Lang swiftly opened the passenger seat and got in. “Go go go, let’s show them what a true luxury car looks like.” Zhou Chao shook his head, started the engine, and drove towards the racetrack. Lin Wu followed closely behind in the Poison.

As Zhou Chao entered the infield, the roar of the supercars caught the attention of the crowd that was watching the race. Most of the people at the Modu Racing Circuit today were members of the SCC Supercar Club, with a sprinkling of glamorous figures.

Two figures emerged from the group, and Zhou Chao recognized them as Yang Shuo and Yin Keting. Zhou Chao approached and gave both of them a hug.

“Wow, Chao bro, this car is too cool,” they exclaimed, just like Qin Lang earlier. They circled around the Pagani Zonda HP Barchetta, examining it closely. Opening the car doors, they got in and examined the interior.

Seeing their reactions, Qin Lang chuckled. “Let’s go meet my brother. He’s on the track right now. Maybe you’re interested in doing a couple of laps later.”

Zhou Chao nodded. “Sure, I also want to experience the feel of a professional track.” With that, they headed towards the trackside.

Watching the supercars speed by on the outside, the group chatted. Before long, a striking Koenigsegg One:i drove out onto the track. Zhou Chao saw a dashing, impressive-looking man stepping out of the car.

Qin Lang suddenly called out, “Brother.” The handsome man looked towards them and approached. Zhou Chao watched the approaching figure – Young Master Qin, known as the Emperor of Shanghai – and was impressed by his aura.

Qin Fen walked straight towards Zhou Chao. “Hello, Qin Fen, I believe you’re the one Qin Lang mentioned. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Zhou Chao extended his hand and shook the right hand Qin Fen offered. “Hello, Zhou Chao. Nice to meet you too.” Qin Fen’s down-to-earth demeanor left a good impression. He didn’t exhibit the ostentatious arrogance common among wealthy second generations. Instead, he radiated approachability.

At this moment, Qin Fen looked at the exceedingly handsome man before him, whose presence exceeded that of ordinary individuals. He exuded an aura of elegance akin to a gentle breeze, evoking a sense of rarity, like a radiant gentleman from a distant era. It was impossible not to be charmed by him.

“Brother, take a look at Zhou Chao’s ride. This is the Pagani Zonda HP Barchetta you’ve been reminiscing about.” Qin Fen noticed the Pagani parked not far away and couldn’t contain his excitement. After all, for someone passionate about sports cars, who wouldn’t be thrilled to see this car?

The group approached, and Qin Fen circled the car before turning to Zhou Chao. “Can 1 take it for a spin?”

Zhou Chao tossed the car keys to Qin Fen, who promptly opened the car door and hopped in. “Vroom, vroom.” In no time, Qin Fen revved the engine and drove onto the track.

In less than two minutes, Zhou Chao saw Qin Fen returning in the car. With a satisfied expression, Qin Fen stepped out of the car and tossed the keys back to Zhou Chao.

“Let’s go, let’s take a break and have some tea,” Qin Fen suggested to the group, leading everyone towards the lounge area.

Inside the lounge, an unusual scene unfolded. Qin Fen and Zhou Chao engaged in a cheerful conversation, while Qin Lang and his group sat nearby, sipping tea and observing the exchange without uttering a word.

In no time, the two seemed like old friends, engaging in a highly harmonious conversation. It wasn’t until past noon that they paused their chat, their stomachs rumbling.

Qin Fen then proposed treating everyone, and the group drove out of the Modu Racing Circuit under his lead..

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