Under Jenny's guidance, he drove to a street a few kilometers away from the exhibition area, found an empty parking space to park on the side of the road, and the carport was open, without any intention of closing. After staying in California for so long, he knew that the area where the wealthy people were concentrated was very good, both in terms of public security and personnel quality.

If it were a black or Mexican area, he wouldn't dare to just park his car on the side of the road like that. As soon as he turned around, the four wheels would turn into bricks... He and Jenny walked into the restaurant she mentioned with very delicious ice cream.

The waiter took a seat before sitting down. An Feng habitually looked at this trendy restaurant. The first feeling was that it was clean. Although there were many people, each location was neat and shiny. The other restaurants he had been to were the same. Even if it was simple, it was kept clean and hygienic.

Jenny took the menu and ordered one, and then recommended several to An Feng, who was hesitant. After the waiter left, she smiled and said, "The desserts are irresistible to me. Every time I go to a place, I will study the delicious food, and then pull Cathy to eat until her mouth numb."

"Sounds so cute," said An Feng.

Jenny recalled: "It happened a long time ago. Cathy was like a sister and was very accommodating to me. Unfortunately, she didn't have the chance to come out with me at noon."

"You should understand her when you have a successful career. Maybe she wants to come with you," said An Feng.

Jenny Zhanyan smiled: "Yes, she has her own dream, and I should wish her to realize it faster."

An Feng looked at her: "Where are you? Life in Hollywood must be very exciting, right?"

Jenny shook her head: "The competition is too fierce and the pressure is very high."

"You are so beautiful, I guess the chance must be greater than others." An Feng looked at her, young, good figure, sweet smile, and a pair of long legs and long legs, no worse than those who walk the red carpet. The long legs and thin waists on the Internet are just like her?

Jenny shook her head: "When all the handsome men and beautiful women in the world with dreams squeeze into this place, no matter how good the advantages are, they will become ordinary. There will always be people who are better than you and better than you. Almost everyone has the conditions to become famous, but they just lack opportunities."

"Have you ever thought about living a different lifestyle?" An Feng asked.

She shook her head: "No, this is my wish since childhood. Even if I can't do it all over the world, I will do my best to show myself in the camera. I have been trying for two years and I am still young. I believe that opportunities will always be available, as long as I can catch them."

"That's right, I believe you will make a breakthrough sooner or later." An Feng wished.

"Thank you," she said with a smile, "I have said so much about myself, what about you? Where did you come from? China, South Korea, or Japan?"

"Guess." An Feng tasted the ice cream that had just been served. The taste was really great, which made him unable to help but dig another spoon with a spoon to send it to his mouth.

"Yeah, China?" she said.

"Bingo." An Feng nodded.

"Because there are the most Chinese people and are very rich, I can't tell the former, but if you match the latter, I have a high chance of choosing this one," she added with a smile.

"Smart girl." An Feng smiled.

She said again: "But I think you are very special. If you have never met you, just judged by your accent, I would think you are an old British gentleman wearing a suit and a cane all year round. Your British accent is so authentic. You can never guess from your pronunciation that you will be an Asian who lives a comfortable life."

"My original accent was not like this, but I had a very good teacher who asked me to correct it." Speaking of this, Joanna's stubbornness and seriousness appeared in An Feng's mind. She almost asked An Feng to correct her accent with obsessive-compulsive disorder and control.

"Then your teacher must be amazing," said Jenny.

"Indeed, she gave me a lot of inspiration."

After enjoying the dessert, I wandered the streets and visited Harley's shop. It was not just motorcycles, but also sold clothes, hats and ornaments. It conveyed Harley's culture. An Feng saw a shoulder strap made of bullets, wearing a half-helmet, and driving a Harley out in a half-helmet.

I also found various models of car models in a nearby toy store, ranging from classic cars to sports cars, with exquisite workmanship and limited editions. It is an irresistible temptation for car fans. Just like a woman who can't move her bag, he couldn't help but take action.

I went back before the afternoon auction, and the afternoon tourists were more crowded. Even in August, the tourists remained enthusiastic.

While continuing to tour the auto show, a voice came from behind An Feng.

"Hey, An? No, Feng?" Hearing the strange call behind him, An Feng turned around in confusion. Now all those who know him call him Bruce.

"It's me! Roger!" A guy in a shirt and cropped pants came over behind him. He took off his sunglasses and exposed the face he had seen several times.

"Oh! It's you! We've met in New York, right?" An Feng suddenly realized that he met the two brothers Anthony and Roger for the first time in the United States? They made it possible for him to immigrate, and he gave a lot of help. Of course, he also paid a considerable amount of money.

Roger smiled and shook hands with him: "Yes, long time no see, are you okay lately?"

"It's not bad." An Feng said, introducing Jenny: "This is my friend, Jenny."

"Hi." Jenny greeted him.

"Hi, girl!" Roger smiled, "Are you going to get here? There will be a car auction later. Should you join us?"

An Feng asked Jenny with her eyes, and she nodded, and An Feng said, "Okay, no problem."

They followed Roger to the entrance of the auction. A beautiful black-haired Latino beauty came forward intimately and held his arm. The four of them were invited into Roger without any inspection. They also found the audience with the widest vision.

"Wow, this location is really good!" Jenny happily fiddled with her camera.

An Feng also invited him, but he was not as good as Roger's seat. After sitting down, Roger called the waiter over and came with a glass of champagne. An Feng also ordered a glass of Martini. Roger took a sip and placed it happily on the bracket next to the seat, smiling and said, "Celebrating in advance when drinking champagne!"

An Feng laughed silently, and really admired this guy's confidence.

Roger asked him: "What type of car do you like? There are some highlights tonight. I finally waited for a holiday, just for it."

An Feng said: "There is nothing I want on the list. I like the three supercars today. Oh, thanks to your service, I ordered a P1 for me last time."

"There are very few such services, but if you want, I can help you get an invitation from the Porsche 918 and get a higher order. As for LaFerrari, it's a bit troublesome. Ferrari has too many rules, but there is no way. The customer base is strong and the quality is high, so you don't need to look at anyone's face."

"Can you get an order of 918?" An Feng confirmed.

"Of course, Porsche is as proud as ever. Both P1 and Rafale are limited to only three or four hundred units. If it dares to get 918 units, it is hard to guarantee that it will repeat the mistakes of Carrera GT."

An Feng agrees with his statement that he has heard of Carrera GT, and 918 is its successor. At that time, due to Porsche's excessive confidence, it limited 1,500 units. Unfortunately, until the model was discontinued, only 1,270 units were delivered. What is the difference between the so-called limited edition and full mass production?

"I have to celebrate this in advance." An Feng picked up the wine glass and smiled and ran into Roger. The auction began.

The auctions were all classic cars, and the models were really rare. An Feng only recognized a few of them with wide eyes. The prices were not too eye-catching. Some were sold for 600,000 or 700,000 yuan. Roger next to him kept watching calmly until a white and blue sports car appeared.

Roger said excitedly: "Yes! It's it! Maserati MC12, I like it, using the Ferrari ENZO chassis, superb! Even this model can only drive on the track! But today this car is an exception, it meets the road driving standards in a small batch."

"COOL!" An Feng exclaimed that racing can be legally on the road, which is absolutely awesome.

"The starting price is 1.8 million US dollars. Brother, you are going to be ready to bleed." He glanced at the offer, but it was not difficult for the rich second generation, right?

Unexpectedly, Roger frowned when he heard this: "I paid a lot of money to buy it - there will be a bad idea that I will not be able to move other cars for a while."

An Feng didn't believe it, and Roger said without a surprise: "Please, I'm not as rich as you. I have to work hard for half a year if I want to buy a car."

"I didn't say I could definitely afford the price, right?" An Feng said innocently.

"Hey!" Roger touched him with his arm and smiled, "But you are my big customer, billionaire, I don't believe you!"

Next is Roger competes with others for the price. The price increase is slow, but it is still worth investing for a sports car with a lot of room for appreciation. At first glance, Roger is impulsive, but he compared this to an investment outside of hobbies and has his own psychological affordable price.

After several matchups, Roger was sold for 2.6 million yuan without any risk. He hugged An Feng excitedly and then kissed his female companion beside him.

"Congratulations!"

"Great!" Roger smiled, "If the other party adds another 100,000, I can only say goodbye to it, even though it is very popular."

"Maybe the other party has reached its limit, so you can calm down." An Feng said.

"Well said." Roger agreed with An Feng's statement.

After the show ended, Jenny went to find her good sisters and agreed to meet at the exit. An Feng was taken by Roger to the base camp of the exhibitors, meeting with the luxury car exhibitors, and handing each other business cards or something, but An Feng did not bring a business card. Roger called out his own business card.

In just a few minutes, it was basically just to say hello and leave a name and be familiar with it. After that, Roger took him away.

An Feng asked: "That's it?"

Roger stopped and said with a smile: "Just paying $900,000, the car problem is settled. Do you still want to dance with them and play golf?"

"NO, NO, that's not what I mean." An Feng shook his head.

Roger said: "It's that simple, it's not worth spending too much time on them. If it were their boss, I might have spent more time."

He and Roger meet Jenny and her friends at the exit.

"Hey, this is my friend Bruce, she is the good friend Cathy I mentioned." Jenny introduced a tall black-haired beauty beside her.

"Hello!" Cathy greeted with a smile.

Roger also responded with a smile, and he made a suggestion: "How about we go for a drink nearby? I happened to know there is a good private club."
Chapter completed!