Chen Yubo, already sunk by the plot twist, wiped his sweat and noticed Ji Jue, who had finally arrived. He felt a huge relief. "You finally made it, Brother Ji!"
If Ji Jue hadn't come soon, Chen feared he would have lost even the last of his fans.
"Ah, Brother Chen, you're so much older than me, how is it appropriate for you to call me Brother Ji?" Ji Jue warmly clasped his hand. "Just call me Little Ji."
"Let's each call what each prefers!"
"Come on, let's take a look at the car first."
Ji Jue led the way to a bright red sports car that shone like fire.
It was a famous top-tier sports car from the Federation, the latest model released just last year, limited to ninety-one units.
For someone like Ji Jue, who had not been free from poverty for long, such a sight was only available in games and in some internet celebrities' selfies.
With just a touch, he understood everything about the car.