Chapter Eighteen: Returning to the Dormitory in a Ferrari

"Sir, you must be joking."

"I'm not joking. In your showroom, which cars can be bought immediately?"

The beautiful saleswoman instantly tucked away her smile, suppressing her excitement as she replied, "Sir, right now, the cars you can drive away with are the Roma for just over two million, the F8 for over three million, and the 488 for more than four million. The other models have already been reserved by customers."

"Then I'll take the 488."

The saleswoman's heart couldn't help but race. That was over four million—the most expensive Ferrari in the showroom. With that sale, her commission would be at least a hundred thousand!

"Sir, I'll arrange the contract for you right away."

"Go ahead."

"Alright, please wait a moment."

She moved quickly, as if afraid Yang Xiaofan would change his mind and slip away. In no time, after swiping his card and signing the documents, the Ferrari was his.

When everything was done, the saleswoman was so thrilled she nearly wanted to throw herself at him.

"Sir, since you've just purchased a Ferrari and might not be familiar with its handling, would you like me to give you a demonstration?"

As she spoke, she deliberately unfastened one button at her collar. From Yang Xiaofan's angle, a stunning and dangerous curve was clearly visible.

But Yang Xiaofan refused her with a polite smile.

"No need. It's just a Ferrari. At worst, I'll bump it a few times and get the hang of it."

With that, he turned and walked away.

The saleswoman's face twitched uncontrollably. Wasn't that a bit too bold of him? But soon, she couldn't help feeling disappointed. She had failed to attract such a wealthy and generous client. Was it because she wasn't pretty enough?

Of course, that wasn't the reason. Though Yang Xiaofan came from poverty, he was a man of taste. This woman had been around far too many times; her exhaust probably belched black smoke. He had no interest in taking on such used goods.

He deserved someone beautiful, kindhearted, and most importantly, someone who still had her innocence. Someone like the class monitor, for example.

Driving his Ferrari at full throttle, Yang Xiaofan soon returned to campus. The bright red Ferrari drew the eyes of many classmates. Some even took out their phones and started snapping pictures.

"Look, it's a Ferrari!"

"I'm so jealous! I wonder which rich heir owns it."

Under the envious, jealous, and admiring gazes, Yang Xiaofan parked the Ferrari under his dorm building and went upstairs to fetch his books.

Gu Hao was already awake, lying on his bed and browsing the forums. Seeing Yang Xiaofan come in, he exclaimed, "Xiaofan, you won't believe it—someone just drove a brand new Ferrari onto campus!"

"I know. I just parked it downstairs."

"No way, really?"

Gu Hao jumped up and rushed to the window, craning his neck to look outside. Sure enough, there was a Ferrari, its crimson body gleaming enchantingly in the sunlight. Many students were gathered around, taking photos.

"It's real! It's really parked under our building! Did you see who was driving it? Which class are they from?"

Gu Hao was so excited that Yang Xiaofan was left speechless.

"It's just a Ferrari. Why are you so worked up? Didn't I just give you an M5?"

"The M5 is great, but that's a Ferrari! And it's a 488 Spider—base price over four million, and out the door with extras and taxes, it's five to six million! Of course I want to see it for myself."

"He just went into dorm 403."

"Then I have to go meet him! A tycoon like that—I need to see what he looks like."

But as soon as he rushed out the door, he suddenly stopped, as if something had dawned on him. He turned and stared hard at Yang Xiaofan.

403 was their own dorm.

Gulping, Gu Hao swallowed hard. "Xiaofan, don't tell me that Ferrari downstairs is the one you just bought."

Yang Xiaofan shrugged and pulled the Ferrari keys from his pocket.

"Sorry to disappoint you, but yes, it's mine."

"Holy crap!"

Gu Hao jumped up in shock, staring at the keys in Yang Xiaofan's hand.

"You gave me a BMW and then went out and bought a Ferrari? Where did you get all that money? Did you rob a bank?"

Yang Xiaofan rolled his eyes. "Do you think I'm that stupid? I made all this money by selling my paintings."

"Impressive! I admit it—you've got mad skills. Your painting is even better than a bank's printing press!"

"Heh, it's nothing special. I'm off to class. Don't forget to go this afternoon, either. If you keep skipping, you'll fail your finals."

"I know, but if I could make that much from painting, why would I bother with classes? If I were you, I'd be living it up already."

Yang Xiaofan rolled his eyes again. "I'm a man with ideals. Money isn't everything."

With that, he picked up his books and headed downstairs.

To his surprise, Wang Ze was in the crowd outside, with Wang Qian by his side, both busy taking pictures with the others.

When Wang Ze saw him, he greeted him at once. "Yang Xiaofan."

Yang Xiaofan nodded. After last night's events, Wang Ze was clearly more subdued, and spoke without his former arrogance.

"You usually stay at home. What brings you to the dorms today?"

Wang Ze scratched his head and smiled sheepishly. "Just picking up some books. Qianqian and I talked things over last night and decided we should focus on our studies."

Yang Xiaofan nodded again. "Good, that's progress. Keep it up."

"We will."

With that, Yang Xiaofan walked straight toward the Ferrari.

Wang Ze and Wang Qian quickly called after him, "Xiaofan, be careful! That's a Ferrari—it's much more expensive than your M5. If you scratch it, it'll cost a fortune to fix."

"Yeah, Xiaofan, you should stay away from it. Even if you have money, it'd be a shame to pay for damages."

Yang Xiaofan couldn't help but find their concern amusing. A leopard can't change its spots; these two had actually started worrying about him.

"Don't worry. If I scratch this car, I won't have to pay for it."

With that, he pulled out the key and unlocked the car.

Seeing this, Wang Ze and Wang Qian were utterly stunned. This car was Yang Xiaofan's too?

Was this a joke? This was a Ferrari! With yesterday's BMW M5, his cars were worth at least seven or eight million.

How much money had Yang Xiaofan come into? How could he be so willing to spend it on cars?