Chapter 176 - 159: The World’s First and the Sun God

Chapter 176: Chapter 159: The World’s First and the Sun God

’Is this still China? Are we even in the same country? Chairman Gu, you can drop the act! Just put on that headscarf already!’

"Chairman Gu, there’s a global limited edition of only 10 Sun God Apollo IEs."

"The Golden Dragon we just saw in the showroom is the personal collection of our club’s Chairman Tang. Of the ten known Sun God Apollo IEs, only the Purple Dragon and Silver Dragon remain unsold."

"If you want to purchase a Sun God Apollo IE, you’ll have to choose between the Purple Dragon and the Silver Dragon. I can then contact the Apollo headquarters for you and see if they’re willing to sell."

Deng Zhihong took a deep breath before giving Gu Heng a brief rundown on the Sun God Apollo IE situation.

"Do you have any pictures?"

Gu Heng asked.

"I do."

"They’re all actual photos, but there aren’t many."

Deng Zhihong nodded, reopened the tablet in his hands, and pulled up the photos from the system.

A global limited edition of 10 units meant 10 different colors.

The Golden Dragon Gu Heng had just seen in the showroom looked absolutely stunning bathed in sunlight, truly worthy of the Sun God’s name.

"The Purple Dragon, then."

"Please contact them for me, Brother Hong."

"If possible, I’d like to order the car as soon as possible."

The only colors Gu Heng could choose from were purple and silver.

He had just purchased a white Rolls-Royce Cullinan, so choosing silver would be a bit repetitive. Besides, supercars are all about being flashy and individualistic, and purple was definitely more audacious and stylish.

"Rarity dictates value. Since the Purple Dragon and Silver Dragon are the last two unsold Sun God Apollo IEs in the world, the price probably won’t be less than 40 million."

Although Deng Zhihong knew Gu Heng’s cash flow was enormous, he still felt obligated to give a reminder out of professional courtesy.

"That’s acceptable."

Gu Heng nodded, his expression calm.

"Alright."

"Then I’ll handle the contact for you."

Looking at Gu Heng, Deng Zhihong couldn’t help but feel a surge of emotion.

’Today seems to be the highlight of my entire career.’

From the Red Flag National Gift to the Rolls-Royce Cullinan, and from the Bugatti Chiron 300+ to the Sun God Apollo IE Purple Dragon, the total transaction value was approaching 150 million yuan.

Even though most were just letters of intent to purchase, it was still an incredible achievement.

"Chairman Gu, the official representative from Bugatti is on their way."

Deng Zhihong said to Gu Heng, "Let’s sign the purchase contracts for the two business vehicles and the Rolls-Royce Cullinan first. Then I’ll contact the Apollo headquarters and see if they can send someone over today. I’ll try to make this as hassle-free for you as possible."

"No problem."

Gu Heng also wanted things done as quickly as possible, so he naturally had no objections.

With both parties in agreement, Deng Zhihong was in charge of printing the contracts, while all Gu Heng had to do was sign.

By the time Gu Heng finished signing all the paperwork for the Rolls-Royce Cullinan and the two business vehicles, the official representative from Bugatti had arrived.

The two parties entered into negotiations once again. Meanwhile, thanks to Deng Zhihong pulling some strings, it turned out that an executive from Apollo was coincidentally on a business trip in Zhonghai. Upon hearing that someone was interested in purchasing the Purple Dragon, the executive was immediately dispatched by Apollo headquarters.

...

Night fell quietly, and the daytime clamor of the city began to fade.

Downstairs from the Bund W Hotel, at the Yu Gu Qing Bar.

Melodious jazz music filled the air. Jiang Ruan sat by the bar, a faint blush spreading across her exquisite, fair-skinned face.

She held a glass in her left hand and her phone in her right.

On the screen, an endless scroll of videos played, all of them news reports about "Prince Heng."

"Spending nearly 60 million in one night... That’s inhumanly rich!"

"What I want to know is, did all those female influencers get off the yacht in the end?"

"Last night, ’Prince Heng’s’ following list was at 0, but today it suddenly jumped to 7. Yangyang, Bingbing, Xinxin, Yaya, Lili, and Shuyue Shuyu are all on it. What do you think that means?"

"I really don’t get it. Aren’t these influencers afraid of ruining their careers by doing this? After this gets out, will any ’whales’ still send them gifts? Aren’t they being penny-wise and pound-foolish?"

"There are tons of female influencers who fake being in a couple online. Has it stopped them from making money on their streams? Nope. In fact, their traffic gets even better. The whales who want to meet them offline will only try harder after seeing this, and the ones who don’t care about meeting up won’t give a damn anyway!"

"’Nightly Seven Women’... can ’Prince Heng’ even handle that? His hand would probably cramp up just from trying!"

"A female version of Russian Roulette? Just thinking about it is exciting!"

"Hey, hey, hey! Stop messing with my resolve! I just decided to quit fapping yesterday!"

...

Jiang Ruan didn’t just watch the videos; she also read the comments.

And the more she read, the more her heart sank.

A full 24 hours had passed since last night.

But there hadn’t been a single word from Gu Heng. She had even taken the initiative to message him at noon, but he never replied.

As dusk settled and there was still no sign of Gu Heng, she couldn’t stand being in the hotel any longer. She left, wandered around the area, and finally ended up at this place, the Yu Gu Qing Bar, hoping to drown her sorrows in alcohol.

Jiang Ruan had assumed that on a weekday, the quiet bar wouldn’t be very crowded, but she was surprised to see the number of people increase significantly after eight o’clock.

Many men and women in sharp suits arrived in groups. They looked like white-collar workers from around The Bund or Lujiazui, coming to unwind after work.

For a quiet bar to be located near The Bund, its atmosphere was naturally top-notch.

Both the music and the lighting created a very atmospheric feel.

Jiang Ruan sat at the bar. Her beautiful legs, wrapped in black stockings, were positioned with her left foot resting on the high chair’s rung and the toe of her right foot gently tapping the floor.

She wore a black, form-fitting Chanel skirt paired with a French-style, light blue blouse.

Her long, silky black hair was lightly pinned up. Under the soft lights, her exquisite, fair-skinned face seemed to glow. Paired with her slightly melancholic expression, it was a level of transcendent beauty that no man could possibly resist.

One after another, men who considered themselves elites tried to hit on her, but without exception, they all returned in defeat.

However, despite so many cautionary tales before them, many elite men still chose to be moths to a flame, wanting to see if they could be the lucky one.

"I’m sorry..."

Facing a constant stream of men trying to pick her up, Jiang Ruan, who had just wanted to drink her troubles away, was growing weary of it all. When she caught another man approaching out of the corner of her eye, the words of rejection left her mouth out of habit before she even had a chance to look up.

"Jiang Ruan?"

This time, however, before Jiang Ruan could finish her sentence, the newcomer spoke her name.

Slightly tipsy, Jiang Ruan paused, then raised her head to look at the person.

He was dressed in a beige business suit. His posture was ramrod straight, and he was tall and handsome. Full of vigor, he looked radiant and confident.

Jiang Ruan stared at the man before her. She was stunned for a long moment before asking in a somewhat uncertain tone, "Zhou Xun?"

"I can’t believe Jiang the School Beauty still remembers me."

Hearing Jiang Ruan say his name, the man’s smile grew even brighter. "I really didn’t expect to run into you here."

"You were the top scorer from our county who got into Tsinghua the year we took the college entrance exams, and we were classmates. How could I not remember you?"

Jiang Ruan smiled. It was a nice feeling to meet an old acquaintance in a place so far from home.

At this, Jiang Ruan looked him up and down, her tone tinged with emotion. "Zhou Xun, you’ve changed so much from our school days."

In Jiang Ruan’s memory, the Zhou Xun from high school had been quiet and reserved. He was always disheveled, burying his head in his studies all day. With no friends around, he came off as rather withdrawn.

But the Zhou Xun before her now seemed confident and bright. His clothes and appearance were impeccable. He was like a completely different person from his high school self.

"I have changed quite a bit."

"But you, Jiang Ruan, you haven’t changed at all. You’re still as beautiful as you were in high school."

Zhou Xun gazed at Jiang Ruan, his eyes burning with a somewhat feverish intensity.

Jiang Ruan had been the dream of every boy in school, and she had been Zhou Xun’s dream as well.

But back then, his family’s poverty had left him with a deep sense of inferiority, and he never dared to reveal even a hint of his affection for her.

However, now, having leaped through the dragon gate, he was an outstanding graduate from a prestigious university and, at a young age, had already become a project manager at a well-known domestic investment bank. His future was limitless.

After so many years, to once again run into the unattainable crush of his student days...

A line from a song inexplicably flashed through Zhou Xun’s mind.

’This must be a special kind of fate...’