The Rise of the Ranch King

Chapter 17 17. “This is Pagani”

Last night, I slept with Wayne in my arms at Small World. I can’t even remember how much wine I drank with Paul afterwards. I only know that the two complained to each other until midnight.

Finally, we walked back to the hotel arm in arm, agreeing to have a chance to go to the ranch to have skewers and have a Chinese-style wine party.

The next morning I went to the Seattle Auto Show on Mary Moore Avenue, one of the most important auto shows in the northwest United States.

Like a mouse falling into a rice vat, a man never wants to leave when he comes to a place like this.

There are a dazzling array of cars, and the exhibition lighting is in place. Even the cheap scooters are illuminated with a full metallic texture.

In the sports car exhibition area, Lin Feng's heart was racing when he saw the dazzling sports cars.

The aura of the small world made him full of energy, and there was no trace of hangover after taking a bath.

When Lin Feng was living in China, he drove a Camry. Before going abroad, he sold it to make money and left it to his parents. Neither of them had a driver's license, so the car was just a burden.

Now that I have a big appetite, I think that ordinary brands of family cars are just a small thing, and I go straight to the booths of luxury brands and sports cars to find a sense of belonging.

I have never felt that Mercedes-Benz AMG, Porsche Panamera, and BMW 8 Series are so close to me, mainly because of the price.

The Panamera only costs US$9.2, which is equivalent to about 65 yuan, and domestic prices start at one million.

It feels like you can drive it with a little effort here.

Lin Feng's heart moved when he passed a dark blue sports car with a black top.

Because of its existence, Pamela, whom Lin Feng loved so much, was dimmed.

Willow-style double row headlights, wedge-shaped front nose, drop-shaped glass cabin, gull-wing doors, dark red interior, golden wheels, the perfect combination of classic luxury and modern sports, this is an indescribable charm.

A few middle-eastern tycoons wearing white robes and headscarves were testing the car. Just by looking at their attire, it seemed like they were as rich as anyone in the country. They spoke fluent English, and it was clear that they understood this sports car very well.

The wealthy man from the Middle East opened the car door and sat in casually, pointing out that the seat was too hard and made his butt hurt.

The pretty saleswoman was right next to her, bending down to explain from the passenger side.

Lin Feng could only stand aside and watch, not even daring to get close. This car was too eye-catching.

Rich people were fiddling with the steering wheel and talking about how the Ferrari they bought before was terrible and now they need a change.

It seems that they don't like this supercar that makes Lin Feng unable to lift his legs. Similar to your goddess, in the eyes of rich people, she is as ordinary as water and air.

Lin Feng hated his white shirt and jeans. It felt so cheap that some people even mistook him for a staff member and asked where the toilet was.

Of course, there were also groups of fearless young guys who kept taking pictures of the car and then walked away with smiles on their faces.

The rich man who tried to sit in the seat went to the next booth, his demeanor and behavior were similar to those of buying vegetables in a wet market. Lin Feng hesitated and did not step forward.

He liked it so much, but he knew it must be worth a lot of money, and it couldn't be compared to the previous million-yuan models.

Just as he was about to leave, the saleswoman came over and called him.

"Hello sir." Her smile was sweet.

Lin Feng was stunned for a moment, turned around and quickly looked around to make sure that he was being called.

The female saleswoman is very young, in her early twenties, with long, white and tender legs, a sweet face, and a face shaped like the Hollywood movie star Jessica Alba.

He nodded calmly, "Hello."

The saleswoman smiled again, very sincerely.

"Sir, I see you have been standing here for a long time. Do you need help?"

"Um...I want to know, what kind of car is this?"

Lin Feng spoke hesitantly.

"Pagani, made in Italy."

"Well, very good."

The saleswoman gave up her position and said, "Would you like to come in and give it a try?"

Lin Feng was speechless for a moment.

"It's okay, sir, anyone can try."

Seeing that he was at a loss, the saleswoman came over to help open the car door.

He also taught Lin Feng to open it again. The gull-wing door needs to move the aluminum strip on the side of the door. Just move it once.

When you get into the car, your first impression is that it feels very mechanical.

A perfect product of industrial design, the instrument panel is an aluminum mechanical watch. The saleswoman said they are all produced by Swiss watch companies. Compared with this car, the Porsche Cayenne that the boss drove before was at the level of a baby stroller.

"It only takes 3.1 seconds to accelerate from 6.0 kilometers to 12 kilometers. It is a 7-liter twin-turbocharged V engine from AMG, matched with a -speed sequential gearbox." The female salesperson gently introduced the parameters.

"What is your job?" she asked.

Lin Feng paused for two seconds and decided to tell the truth. It was better to confess than to pretend.

“I’m a rancher, living in the ranch country of Montana.”

"very good."

The saleswoman asked him to press the button on the left side of the dashboard. After Lin Feng did so, he felt that the entire front side of the car was lifting up.

"It can raise the suspension of the front wheels, which can prevent the front chassis from being scraped to a certain extent."

Lin Feng joked: "It's a great feature, so you won't be scratched by cow dung."

The saleswoman also laughed.

Of course, no one would drive a supercar onto the bumpy roads of a pastoral area unless the car was no longer wanted.

The gear lever is very simple, as simple as the gear lever looked like when the car was first invented, and the exposed metal underneath is full of mechanical feel.

Lin Feng became interested in the big circle in the middle of the seat. It was strange that after sitting down, it happened to be the position of his little brother, but he was too embarrassed to ask.

The saleswoman was very experienced and asked him to lean back, then stretched out her hand and moved it around in the big circle.

Her hand was less than two centimeters away from her little brother, and she could have a close contact at any time. If it swelled a little, it would touch him.

The saleswoman was very calm and adjusted the height to suit Lin Feng's driving.

There was also the fragrance and the heat wave from his breath, which made Lin Feng feel a little unnatural.

It turned out to be a seat adjuster, not some "little brother bracket".

Regarding the inspired design of super sports cars, ordinary people can only shout praise, and questioning it will make them look low.

He patted the steering wheel and said, "It must be very expensive. Just give me a price and I'll give up."

"This Pagani is limited to 40 units worldwide, with a starting price of US$350 million."

The saleswoman's tone was just right, not embarrassing, as if she was introducing an ordinary product.

Lin Feng doesn’t know much about cars, and his knowledge of luxury sports cars is limited to familiar brands such as Ferrari, Lamborghini, and Maserati.

This was the first time I heard about Pagani, and I fell in love with it at first sight.

But now I only have 50,000 to 60,000 US dollars in my pocket, which is not enough to buy this car.

Equivalent to 2500 million yuan, my God, this is an astronomical figure!

It feels very good. The female salesperson has given ordinary people respect.

"Thank you for letting me experience a top-notch sports car. I like it very much. It's a pity that now I am just a pauper."

Lin Feng smiled and spread his hands, a move he learned from Paul to show his helplessness.

The saleswoman smiled sweetly and said, "Keep loving it and keep moving forward. One day you will have it."

"Thank you."

Coming out of the car show, all I could think of was the dark blue Pagani, which even eclipsed the Mercedes-Benz G-Class.

At this time, I answered a phone call, and Paul's drunken voice came from the other end, "Hey brother, are you okay? I've been vomiting all night."

At this time, Lin Feng felt refreshed and told him with a smile that he was doing great.

"I just came from the Seattle Auto Show. Do you know Pagani?"

"Of course, the world's top sports car, don't tell me you just bought one."

"You're still short of money, how about you lend me some."

"How many?"

"Not much, $350 million."

"Who are you? Why do you have my phone number? We don't know each other."

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(End of this chapter)