Chapter 1757 - 1758: Extremely Happy

Wei Xun stuck out his thumb in praise and said happily, "This car was 6.8 million when it landed, and the modification cost 2.7 million. Since Mr. Lin is so generous, I can't be stingy. Let's forget about the change—call it 9 million!"

Lin Xian nodded without even blinking. "No problem! Give me the account!"

Damn, that's insane!

Off to the side, Zhang Peng's expression was strange; clearly Lin Xian had stunned him.

A 9-million car, paid in full, and he doesn't even blink.

From checking the car to buying it, not even ten minutes passed.

Even a rich second gen like Wei Xun froze for a second, then snapped out of it and reported his bank card number.

Very soon, the phone in Wei Xun's pocket chimed with a text alert.

Once the money was paid, the rest of the procedures were much easier.

Since this car technically counted as something Wei Xun had bought, they only needed to sign a transfer contract and then register it at the vehicle administration office to be done.

This kind of small matter could just be handed to his employees to deal with.

Right now, Wei Xun was all smiles, enthusiastically saying, "Mr. Lin, you've really helped me out a lot today. Tonight I'll host—let's all grab a meal together!"

"Sure!"

Lin Xian thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

He'd been planning to treat Mu Wanqing to dinner tonight anyway as thanks for her help today. Now that Wei Xun was treating, they might as well all go together.

While the employees went to the vehicle administration office, the few of them went over to the lounge area and sat down on the sofas.

They ate fruit and chatted idly.

Eating grapes, Wei Xun's expression turned mysterious as he grinned. "Do you guys know why Huang Dagou hasn't been jumping around out lately?"

Seeing his schadenfreude face, everyone's interest was instantly piqued.

Mu Wanqing asked curiously, "What's up with Huang Dagou?"

"He's at home recovering from an illness," Wei Xun said with a wicked smile.

Zhang Peng froze, raised a brow. "Recovering from an illness? That's not right, Brother Spicy Strips—I just saw him a few days ago, he looked fine. What'd he catch?"

"Gonorrhea!"

After saying that, Wei Xun couldn't hold it in anymore. He clutched his stomach and burst out laughing.

Hearing this, Lin Xian and Mu Wanqing exchanged a look, both dumbfounded.

Zhang Peng's eyes lit up and he urged, "Brother Spicy Strips, give us the details!"

When it comes to gossip, men and women are equal—especially when it's about Huang Yijing; you gotta eat that melon.

Suppressing his laughter, Wei Xun explained, "I heard he threw a party the night before last. There were two foreign chicks at the party. Turns out not only did those foreign chicks have STDs, they also had AIDS. Right now Huang Dagou's probably scared shitless, cooped up at home praying to God, hahaha!"

Finishing, he couldn't help but laugh out loud again.

"Brother Spicy Strips, how do you know all this?" Zhang Peng pressed.

Wei Xun chuckled. "Xiao Liu told me. That bastard's panicking too. If Huang Dagou really ends up with AIDS, he won't be able to run from it either."

"Oh! Then that's pretty reliable," Zhang Peng said, looking enlightened.

Lin Xian asked doubtfully, "Who's Xiao Liu?"

"A pimp," Mu Wanqing said with a slight frown, clearly disgusted.

Lin Xian nodded and instantly got it.

These rich second gens sometimes played pretty wild.

But given their status, they couldn't be bothered to personally go pick up women.

So they needed a pimp who regularly organized girls on the side, always on call.

Seeing this, Wei Xun and Zhang Peng exchanged a subtle look with Lin Xian.

Lin Xian raised his brows and quickly understood what they meant, shaking his head in amusement inside.

These rich kids really knew how to play!

Although it was a little tempting, there was no way Lin Xian would go.

Who knew if it was safe?

Huang Dagou was a living example!

If Lin Xian wanted women, it wasn't exactly hard, and besides, he had two great beauties at home he hadn't even "tasted" yet.

Picking up a slice of watermelon, Lin Xian suddenly asked, "Any of you know a reliable interior design company?"

Wei Xun asked curiously, "Mr. Lin, you bought a house?"

"Yeah."

Lin Xian nodded and explained, "I found a villa I liked today in Rose Garden. If nothing goes wrong, I'll sign the contract tomorrow."

"That's easy—go find Yellow Hair! His family's in the building materials business."

Wei Xun said as he patted Zhang Peng on the shoulder.

Zhang Peng laughed. "Brother Lin, don't worry, I'll arrange it perfectly for you. No brag, no cap, they're absolutely solid. This club here for Brother Spicy Strips—I was the one who helped set it up. Not bad, right?"

Nice coincidence.

Since it was a familiar contact, it was even more convenient.

Eating watermelon, Lin Xian smiled. "Alright, in a few days I'll send you the design and renderings."

"No problem, I'll be there whenever you call," Zhang Peng promised, thumping his chest.

Lin Xian asked, "The villa plus the garden is about a thousand square meters. How long will it take to finish?"

Zhang Peng thought it over. "That mainly depends on whether your design plan is complicated or not, Brother Lin."

Lin Xian mused, "Nothing complicated, all pretty standard."

His design mainly focused on the details.

"If we don't care about cost and labor, we can get it done in at most two months," Zhang Peng said.

How fast you could get it done all came down to one word: money!

If you didn't care about money, you could use the best materials for everything and hire two or three construction teams to work around the clock. Of course the efficiency would be insanely high.

The premise was: you had cash!

Lin Xian said calmly, "Money's not an issue. Once I finish the design, we'll go over the details."

"Alright!"

Zhang Peng nodded.

They chatted idly until past five, and only then did the employees who'd gone to the vehicle administration office return.

Handing the file bag and car key to Lin Xian, Wei Xun said warmly, "Mr. Lin, thanks a lot. Otherwise, who knows how much longer this car would've been sitting in my hands!"

Lin Xian waved it off. "No need to be polite."

Clapping his hands, Wei Xun raised his voice. "Bros, Mr. Lin's graced us with his presence tonight, and I'm hosting. Let's head to Meiqian!"

Driving his newly bought Rolls-Royce Phantom, Lin Xian headed to Meiqian with a bunch of rich second gens.

The meal started a little after five and dragged all the way to ten at night.

Couldn't be helped—these rich brats could really talk.

For Lin Xian, this meal mainly served to expand his social circle.

After eating, when they headed downstairs to pay, Wei Xun deliberately slung an arm around his shoulders and lowered his voice. "Mr. Lin, wanna get a crew together tonight? Throw a party?"

"I'll pass. I've got things to do tomorrow," Lin Xian declined tactfully.

Thinking he was worried about ending up like Huang Yijing, Wei Xun quickly assured him, "Mr. Lin, relax. We definitely won't play as low as Huang Dagou."

As he spoke, he looked up and glanced at Mu Wanqing, saw she was talking quietly with Xiao Yuan, then continued in a low voice, "We only play with girls from the Liang Family, and they go to the hospital for regular checkups. Absolutely no problem!"

Shengong Liang Family.

Lin Xian shook his head with a laugh. "Maybe next time. I've got villa stuff to handle tomorrow morning."

Seeing that, Wei Xun could only say regretfully, "Then next time!"

Down in the lobby, once Wei Xun paid the bill, he took Zhang Peng and the other rich kids and left.

"Senior, I'm heading back too."

After saying goodbye to Mu Wanqing, Lin Xian headed to the parking lot with the hotel's designated driver.

Once he got in and fastened his seat belt, Lin Xian leaned back into the comfy seat and slowly closed his eyes.

He'd drunk a bit too much tonight, and his whole body felt fuzzy.

What puzzled him was that after waiting a good while, the car didn't move at all—in fact, it hadn't even started.

Opening his eyes, Lin Xian asked strangely, "Let's go. Didn't I say Purple Gold Mountain District just now?"

Hearing that, the designated driver turned his head with a bitter look on his face. "Bro, it's my first time driving a Rolls-Royce Phantom. Can you tell me where the start button is?"