People in America: My Uncle Don Quixote

"Brad, congratulations on getting the offer," Kim Ha-eun continued with a smile. "But I really have a working lunch appointment with my boss, so let's have dinner together sometime. I'll contact you then."

At this moment, Kim Ha-eun had already walked to the side of the road. Apart from a few ordinary cars, there was only one supercar that she had never seen before parked on the side of the road.

Suddenly, the supercar honked its horn, startling her with the unexpected sound.

Immediately afterwards, the car door slid outwards slowly, and then stood up in an exaggerated yet elegant manner.

Levi's tall and imposing figure stepped out of the driver's seat. Brad looked at him familiarly, but he didn't recognize who he was.

Li Wei walked up to Kim Hae-eun and glanced at Brad standing opposite him.

Brad looked at Levi's physique and face, which contrasted sharply with his own.

He suddenly felt ashamed and angry, and wanted to run away immediately.

Levi looked at Brad, "Is this your friend?" He looked at Brad, "I'm Kim Heon's boss."

Brad was intimidated by Levi's aura and gave a dry laugh. "Hello, I'm Brad, a friend of Kim Heon. We're discussing—"

“No, we’re not friends,” Kim Ho-eun said immediately. “He’s from Wharton.”

Li Wei hummed in agreement, smiled at Brad, and then nodded to Kim Hae-eun, "Get in the car, turn on the navigation."

Kim Ho-eun immediately bypassed Brad and jumped into the car.

Li Wei waved to Brad and got into the car from the driver's seat.

Brad watched as the goddess he had been pursuing got into a stranger's car, feeling no pain or anger, only a deep sense of powerlessness.

As the child of an elite family, who attended the top Wharton School of Business and is also a car enthusiast, he knows exactly what this thing is.

This is a Koenigsegg worth $300 million, but you can't buy it even if you have the money, because only 80 Koenigseggs were ever made worldwide.

Owning this car signifies an extremely exclusive VVIP purchase qualification and a social status that is unimaginable to ordinary people.

Even if he earns a pre-tax salary of $20 after graduation, after taxes, he might have to work as a financial executive on Wall Street for 10 years and still not be able to afford a carbon fiber option package for this car.

What suffocated him even more was that most of these cars were kept as works of art in temperature-controlled garages, waiting to appreciate in value, while this man in the baseball cap was actually driving it as a means of transportation.

Even Brad felt heartbroken for the car.

What's the difference between this and using a Van Gogh original as a tablecloth?

It is true that I accidentally entered the Heavenly Palace.

Before Koenigsegg could even make a turn, he abruptly turned around, turned on his own, and awkwardly walked in the opposite direction.

Li Wei, of course, had no idea what Brad was thinking.

He was focused on driving, glancing at the map navigation every now and then.

Although he now has enough memory to memorize a map of New York, he still habitually checks the navigation from time to time.

Kim Ha-eun looked left and right, sitting somewhat reservedly in the memory foam chair, barely daring to breathe loudly.

"Fasten your seatbelt."

Li Wei smoothly merged the car into the traffic while holding the steering wheel with one hand.

"Oh, oh," Kim Ha-eun hurriedly found her seatbelt and fastened it. "Boss, you said you needed to talk to me?"

"Hmm," Li Wei reached into his pocket with his other hand, pulled something out, and handed it to Kim Ha-eun. "Take this."

Kim Ha-eun's icy hands instinctively reached out, and when they touched Lee Wei's hands, she felt as if she had touched a warm hand warmer.

"The boss's hands are so warm," she suddenly thought.

Then a cold object fell into her hand with a "thud".

Kim Ha-eun looked down.

It was a car key, its shield-shaped logo gleaming with a cold metallic sheen inside the car—the Porsche crest, one of the most expensive luxury car brands she knew.

"Boss, this is..." She stared blankly at Li Wei, "What is this?"

"These are the car keys," Li Wei said casually, as if he were asking her to go to a copy shop on the street to make a copy of a document. "My 911."

"There are only four parking spaces in my apartment," he explained. "Everyone else has a car, and this car is just sitting here collecting dust. The battery has already run out of power once. You can drive this car until I move out."

"No, no, no, no, no," Kim Ha-eun immediately shook her head like a rattle-drum, "Boss, I can't take it."

Kim Ha-eun also knew about Lee Wei's 911; she had seen it when she visited Lee Wei's house before, and it was a very beautiful car.

She didn't know the specific models of the 911, but she knew it was a Porsche, and Porsche = expensive = she couldn't afford it.

"Who said I was going to give it to you?" Li Wei chuckled. "Don't you always take the subway or bus when you come here? Sometimes it's not safe to go home late after working overtime. This car is just a loan for you to drive."

Kim Ha-eun was taken aback. It wasn't that she hadn't heard of men giving her things for this reason before.

Almost as soon as Li Wei finished speaking, her brain started frantically alarming.

From childhood to adulthood, her beauty brought her not only occasional conveniences but also endless troubles and the naked, transactional gazes of men.

Is it possible that Li Wei, her boss, is going to try to buy her self-esteem with expensive gifts, just like other men do? But she already has Miss Anya, and she also has a beautiful heiress friend by her side.

With one hand on the steering wheel, Li Wei brought the Koenigsegg to a steady stop at the red light.

He turned his head and saw Kim Ha-eun's somewhat wary eyes and tense body, and immediately understood what she was thinking.

"Don't overthink it," he said casually. "I asked the housekeeper this morning, and he said all the parking spaces in the apartment's underground garage are already rented out, so I can't renew the lease. So, besides the Cadillac Escalade, do you think I should take the Cullinan or this car out?"

He patted the Koenigsegg's steering wheel.

"That'll cost 300 million US dollars," he paused, "just in time."

The amount was so large that Kim Ha-eun didn't really feel the weight of $300 million, but it did relax her tense nerves a little.

"Besides, 911 was a gift from Uncle Don Quixote," Levi paused, "and I don't want to just sell it like this."

Kim Ha-eun accepted Lee Wei's reason, after all, his perspective on her was different from that of other men.

If it were any other man, he wouldn't have said "apply for a job as a waiter at a barbecue restaurant, go to the second floor" when she asked Li Wei for a job.

But thinking about this, she felt a slight sense of dissatisfaction.

Oh my god, what's going on? Am I not good-looking?

With a mix of relief and slight resentment, Kim Ha-eun silently slipped the car key with the Porsche crest into her coat pocket.

The key felt heavy against her fingertips, creating an extremely unreal tactile sensation.

Koenigsegg cruised smoothly through the streets of Manhattan and soon approached the Lupa Italian bistro in Greenwich Village.

Kim Ha-eun still didn't realize how eye-catching the car was.

As the Koenigsegg slowed down, pedestrians on the roadside, outdoor tables outside the Lupa pub, and a few students and workers leisurely drinking hot cocoa and eating cold cuts all couldn't help but stare at this supercar that had only appeared in the movie "Fast & Furious 5" before, after the team had divided the money and at the end of the movie.

The car came to a smooth stop in the valet parking area.

Kim Ha-eun took a deep breath and stepped out of the carriage in her high heels.

She had visited a few times before with her classmates from New York University, but at that time she was just an ordinary, pretty female college student who was thrifty and frugal, and it didn't cause much of a stir.

But today, when she stepped out of the car, the undisguised gazes of amazement, curiosity, and even awe shone upon her like spotlights.

Good heavens... this is too exaggerated.

She felt a flush on her cheeks and lowered her head in embarrassment.

But deep down, it felt like carbonated soda was bubbling away—the vanity of being the center of attention was really quite exhilarating.

She followed closely behind Li Wei's tall figure, quickly taking out her phone as she walked, opening the front camera, and using the dim light of the screen to quickly check her face.

"Little Jin, Little Jin," she muttered to herself in annoyance, "Why did you have to be lazy today? If I had known the boss would pick me up in a car of this caliber, I shouldn't have just put on a thin layer of foundation before leaving the house! I should have at least put on that most expensive Tom Ford lipstick!"

Using the front-facing camera, she quickly tidied her wind-blown, half-pink hair.

Upon entering the restaurant, the waiters' eyes lit up when they saw the handsome man and beautiful woman in front of them. Then, they stared at Li Wei's face and blinked rapidly.

Li Wei, wearing a baseball cap, raised his index finger to his lips.

"We can have a photo and autograph if we want," he said softly, "but could you find us a quiet spot?"

The waiter felt like he was about to faint.

Good heavens! It's Levi! He actually had the honor of hosting Levi! The Giants' quarterback! A god of the NFL! A hero of New York!

He clutched the menu to calm his pounding heart, and, feeling dizzy and lightheaded, found a four-person booth for Li Wei and Jin He'en, located in a corner and hidden by a pillar.

Li Wei flipped through the menu and handed it to Kim Ha-eun, "I've never been here before, you can order whatever you like."

Kim Ha-eun flipped through the menu and skillfully ordered Lupa's signature Italian potato dumplings, a ham platter, and two servings of the chef's recommended risotto from the excited, slightly trembling waiter.

The total cost is only a little over $80, making this a very affordable and delicious restaurant in the area.

After ordering, she held the hot coffee in both hands and sat directly opposite Li Wei, her eyes secretly glancing at the boss in front of her.

Li Wei wasn't wearing his usual protective gear or a suit today; he was just wearing a high-quality grey cashmere sweater and a baseball cap.

Ah, how can he be so handsome?

As if feeling that staring at Li Wei like that was a bit inappropriate, Kim Ha-eun thought for a moment and then started a conversation:

"Boss, besides playing in competitions, what else have you been busy with lately?"

"Recently?" Li Wei picked up the lemonade on the table and took a sip. "I've been preparing for final exams. It's the first day of final exams."

"Final exams?" Kim Ha-eun blinked her beautiful big eyes before realizing a fact she had subconsciously overlooked: the big boss in front of her, who spent money like water, was like a tyrant on the NFL field, and had more than 1000 million fans across the internet, was actually a student at Yale University! And he wasn't even 19 years old yet!

And she, Kim Ha-eun, is already 22 years old!

In South Korea's rigidly hierarchical social culture, she was actually the "older sister" of the powerful man before her.

Kim Ha-eun's heart suddenly skipped a beat. The extreme contrast between her identity and age stirred up an inexplicable and secret thrill within her, as if she had touched some forbidden switch.

Kim Ha-eun suddenly gave a silly grin, then quickly noticed it and covered her mouth.

Fortunately, Li Wei didn't see her embarrassing behavior; he was looking past her and out the window.

Kim Ha-eun turned around and followed Lee Wei's gaze, and suddenly saw a very exaggerated SUV carefully parked next to the Koenigsegg - there was enough space in front of and behind this car to park another car.

The car door opened, and a chubby little boy jumped out of the driver's seat. Immediately afterwards, a tall, eye-catching blonde white girl got out of the passenger seat.

As soon as the two got out of the car, their attention was completely drawn to the Koenigsegg next to them.

The chubby boy was so excited that his face was shaking. He pulled the blonde woman and had her take several photos of him and the car.

Li Wei looked at the comical figure outside the window, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes beneath his baseball cap.

"Boss, do you know them?" Kim Ha-eun keenly noticed the change in Lee Wei's expression and asked softly.

"I knew a Chinese student studying abroad before, named Gao Ping," Li Wei replied casually (Chapters 174 and 175). "The day I met you, I was eating barbecue with them in K-town." (Chapter 195)

He had seen this chubby guy a few times before. He met him when he bought the Rolls-Royce, and they had also gone for a ride together in the mountains. It was on that day that he met Kim Ha-eun.

He looked around. It was lunchtime, and Lupa pub was packed. There was even a line outside.

Li Wei raised his hand, beckoning to the waiter who was pacing excitedly not far away. He pointed to Gao Ping and his girlfriend Emily, who were walking in through the window, and said, "If there are no seats left, please bring them over here. I know them."

The waiter immediately complied, ignoring the voices calling him from the next table, and hurried toward the door.

Seeing this, Kim Ha-eun, with great professionalism and keen observation, vacated her seat, stood up, shifted her position, and moved from opposite Li Wei to sit directly next to him.

As Kim Ha-eun moved, because the four-seater booth was designed to be quite compact, her thighs, clad in skinny jeans, inevitably touched lightly against Lee Wei's legs, who were wearing casual pants.

The moment they touched, Kim Ha-eun felt a warmth emanating from her through the fabric. In early December in New York, Levi's body was like a constant-temperature furnace, continuously radiating an extremely reassuring warmth.

The intense masculine scent and temperature difference so close together caused Kim Ha-eun's heart, which had just calmed down, to race again involuntarily.

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