Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 504 The Flashy Pink Rider on the Track

There was no unnecessary small talk, no valuable information was revealed, and not a single opportunity was given to take advantage of the situation.

After several rounds, these "hunters" who walked the edge of fame and fortune also keenly sensed that the young and handsome man in front of them was by no means a target they could easily capture.

His composure beyond his years and the aloofness that emanated from his bones acted like an invisible barrier.

And so, it came in like a tide, and then receded like a tide.

With professional smiles and a hint of barely perceptible disappointment, they said their goodbyes and immediately set their sights on other potentially more "potential" targets in the stands.

Ye Fan's surroundings were finally quiet again.

He turned his gaze back to the relentless battlefield of speed below, as if the series of minor incidents just moments before were nothing more than a few specks of dust kicked up on the track, which were instantly dispersed without a trace by the even more powerful roar.

He picked up the glass and drank the last sip of the cold orange juice. The faint smile on his lips was hard to tell—was it mockery or a hint of understanding of this bizarre world?

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About half an hour later.

Wu Shaojie returned to the stands, still steaming with heat and his adrenaline surging.

His face still bore the flush of excitement from the high-speed chase, and his hair was slightly disheveled by his helmet, making him look like a general who had just returned victorious from the battlefield.

He plopped heavily into the empty seat next to Ye Fan, unceremoniously grabbed the cold drink Ye Fan had prepared for them—the glass still glistening with icy droplets—and gulped down most of it, letting out a satisfied sigh: "Ah—refreshing!"

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, smacked his lips as if still wanting more, and nudged Ye Fan with his elbow:

"Tsk tsk! Old Ye, I admire your composure! What you'll see down there is pure speed! When the engine hits 8,000 km/h and you're cornering, the push-back feeling, the screeching tires... it's like your soul is about to fly out! Don't you want to go down and have some fun? It's so boring just sitting here as a spectator!"

Ye Fan looked at his "come back to life" appearance, a faint smile appearing on his lips, his gaze still fixed on the track below where light and shadow intertwined:

"Today I suddenly realized that sitting high up and quietly watching these steel beasts roar and chase each other has a unique charm."

His voice was calm, carrying a sense of detachment, which contrasted sharply with Wu Shaojie's enthusiasm.

Wu Shaojie shrugged and didn't try to persuade him further.

He knew that Ye Fan was a man of his own mind, and his style of doing things was quite different from that of these second-generation kids who pursued instant thrills.

He gulped down a few more mouthfuls of iced drink, letting the coolness suppress the lingering heat in his body. Suddenly, he remembered something, his eyes lit up, and he tapped the railing beside him with his finger:

"Hey! Old Ye! You've always liked cars, haven't you? What's the point of just watching others play? Downstairs in Hall 1, at Zhang Lang's showroom, they just got a batch of really tough stuff! They're all rare finds! Want to go check it out? Maybe you'll find something you like?"

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Fan finally turned his gaze away from the racetrack, raising an eyebrow with genuine curiosity: "They sell cars here too?"

He knew Zhang Lang had wild ways of doing things, but setting up a showroom in a professional racetrack was still quite a unique move.

Wu Shaojie chuckled, casually replying, but his gaze, like radar, precisely swept over several hot women in the stands not far away:

"Hey! That kid Langzai, he wants to get involved in any business related to cars! Imported luxury cars, top-of-the-line modifications, racing parts, even organizing races... He's got a real knack for anything that can burn money and make a splash! He's got some serious connections!"

He clicked his tongue in admiration, his tone tinged with envy and a sense of commonplace acceptance.

indeed.

Ye Fan understood.

Top-tier second-generation individuals like Zhang Lang and Wu Shaojie have no shortage of extensive networks, resources that are difficult for ordinary people to access, and money they can afford to burn.

Coupled with their inherent passion for speed and machinery, venturing into these money-intensive fields that require special channels was a natural progression.

For an ordinary person, even if they had hundreds of millions in their pocket, it would be extremely difficult to operate successfully in these gray or quasi-gray areas.

However, Ye Fan had little interest in the business of "selling cars" itself.

He loves cars and enjoys the thrill of owning and driving top-of-the-line machinery, but it's more of a pure pleasure of consumption and collecting.

His core driving force has always been how to make money more efficiently and intelligently.

Enjoy the ultimate in life while wealth expands rapidly.

Although his garage now houses several expensive cars, a man's "collecting obsession" and appreciation for speed machines never end.

Go down and see some new things, just for fun. Who knows, you might actually find something you like?

So he nodded: "Okay, I'll go down and take a look later."

Wu Shaojie became even more excited when Ye Fan agreed.

He pointed to the winding, roaring racetrack below, his tone tinged with a sense of pride:

"Speaking of Langzai, Lao Ye, do you know him? This professional-grade FIA-certified track was approved and built here thanks to his father's initiative! Langzai is basically following in his father's footsteps, but he's completely focused on the cars."

His gaze followed a striking pink lightning bolt on the track, a streak of light that stood out flamboyantly and arrogantly among the black and silver supercars.

"Look at that kid! The moment he touches the steering wheel, he's like a completely different person! He's insane! Listen to that engine! His flashy pink Lamborghini is the loudest roaring car in the whole area!"

Ye Fan stared intently in the direction he was pointing.

A Lamborghini Aventador, covered in an extremely eye-catching "macho pink" paint job and equipped with an exaggerated rear wing and wide-body kit, was like a pink lightning bolt tearing through space, sprinting at the end of the straightaway in an almost ferocious manner!

Its V12 naturally aspirated engine roared with an extremely high-pitched and tyrannical sound, drowning out all other noises on the track, like a pink mechanical behemoth in a frenzy.

The blue flames shooting out of the exhaust pipe with each gear shift are like its angry roar!

That speed and momentum truly deserved the title of "most joyful," perfectly demonstrating Zhang Lang's ultimate pursuit of speed and his inherent madness beneath his seemingly cynical exterior.

Ye Fan watched the pink phantom that was drifting precariously along the edge of the bend, kicking up clouds of blue smoke, and the smile on his lips deepened.

This Zhang Lang is quite interesting; both his personality and his way of doing things are quite amusing.

He actually felt a bit of anticipation for the mysterious exhibition hall downstairs.

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