Gorgeous Female Tenants

Chapter 51 The Experienced Driver Starts the Car

Xu Xiangbei, with a cigarette in his mouth and wearing a pair of colorful Bermuda shorts, swaggered into a car rental company.

"Sir, what kind of car would you like to rent?"

As soon as he entered, a beautiful clerk in a professional suit smiled and approached him.

"I want to rent a car that will make me feel thrilled and excited."

Xu Xiangbei grinned.

Thrilled and excited?

The beautiful clerk was slightly taken aback, then quickly caught on with a smile, "Sir, do you have a date tonight?"

Xu Xiangbei looked at the beautiful clerk in surprise, nodding repeatedly, "That’s right, I’m meeting a goddess."

Tonight, Xu Xiangbei planned to impress Black Rose, to make her see him in a new light, surpass all the racers, and conveniently win a million-dollar prize.

"Sir, do you have a preferred car model? What price range are you looking at?"

The beautiful clerk smiled sweetly.

"I want something thrilling, but cheap, the cheaper, the better," Xu Xiangbei said.

Cheaper the better?

The beautiful clerk rolled her eyes, realizing it was a small transaction, and her enthusiasm waned. She led him directly to a row of average maintained used cars in the corner: "Sir, how about this Chery QQ? It looks cute and suits a girl’s aesthetic. The space isn’t large but ample, the seats are elastic enough for various poses, and it only costs a hundred a day to rent, cheaper than a hotel room."

"Huh?"

Xu Xiangbei was taken aback and said with a wry smile, "Miss, I’m a decent person, I don’t do car hookups."

The beautiful clerk blushed slightly and rolled her eyes, "Didn’t you say you wanted a thrilling car?"

Xu Xiangbei took a deep puff of his cigarette and said seriously, "I meant a flashy car, fast enough to leave luxury sports cars in the dust! Of course, it must be cheap!"

Flashy, dirt cheap, and fast enough to leave luxury sports cars in the dust?

The beautiful clerk wanted to slap Xu Xiangbei to death.

However, since a customer is always right, regardless of her dissatisfaction, she wouldn’t hurl insults at Xu Xiangbei. She chuckled dryly, "Please wait a moment, I’ll discuss it with my boss."

With that, she walked away in stiletto heels.

Soon, a dark-skinned and chubby middle-aged man approached and said, "Young man, I have a car that might meet your requirements, follow me."

Xu Xiangbei’s eyes lit up, and he followed the chubby man to the warehouse at the back.

The chubby man pointed to a dusty old Santana and said, "I’ve modified this car over a dozen times. A black-market driver sold it to me. It can go over 200-300 km/h without an issue, though it’s practically junk now. If you want it, I can rent it to you for fifty bucks a day."

Xu Xiangbei examined the Santana and nodded, "Not bad, if it can go over 200-300 km/h, I’ll take it."

"A deposit of five thousand, and fifty bucks a day to rent."

The chubby man said.

Xu Xiangbei took out a card and handed it to the chubby man.

The chubby man called over the beautiful clerk, and after some simple paperwork, Xu Xiangbei drove the Santana out of the rental company.

Before leaving, the chubby man whistled at Xu Xiangbei and joked, "Kid, I forgot to tell you, the brakes on that car aren’t great. Drive carefully, but if anything happens, I won’t hesitate to rip up the contract and keep your five-thousand deposit."

"The brakes aren’t great?"

Hearing this, the corner of Xu Xiangbei’s mouth lifted slightly, feeling secretly delighted, "Great, faulty brakes make it more exciting."

With that, he floored the gas pedal and roared away.

At eight o’clock in the evening, at the foot of the mountain road, there were about twenty or thirty luxury cars and a dozen motorcycles.

A group of vibrant men and women, in front of a roaring bonfire, were drinking and dancing crazily to the dynamic music.

"Heh heh, Brother Hua Ji, there’s a good show tonight. The King of Car Jack is here, and so is 36th-route bus driver Chen Sanye. The champion is basically in our bag."

A young man nicknamed Rat licked his lip ring and clinked glasses with one point five meter tall Brother Hua Ji.

"Heh heh, only Black Rose and Ah Jun from the Motorcycle Gang came; they can’t possibly beat Jack and Chen Sanye. Looks like Black Rose is warming my bed tonight!"

Brother Hua Ji took a sip of his cocktail, squinting at Black Rose, who was leaning against the door of a Ferrari nearby, feeling delighted inside.

"By the way, Brother Hua Ji. Seems like Xu Xiangbei hasn’t shown up yet."

Rat looked around but didn’t see Xu Xiangbei and frowned with annoyance.

"Hmph, that kid likely chickened out, coward!"

Brother Hua Ji bit his teeth and glanced at his watch, swearing under his breath.

Elsewhere, the Motorcycle Gang members gathered together, their faces somber, the atmosphere serious.

"Rose, we’ve been tricked. Hua Ji brought Jack tonight, we can’t win."

Ah Jun arrived in a modified Jaguar, and upon seeing a two-meter-tall, blond foreigner in the distance, sighed dispiritedly, "Jack is the underground car king from the United Kingdom. His driving skills rival those of professional racers. Although he’s older now, our skills can barely be seen as amateur, and in comparison, we’d just be asking for a beating. How about we forfeit?"

Black Rose craned her neck to look at the blond man in the crowd sipping red wine, with a big-bottomed Western lady in his arms, and frowned with distaste. "No way, I have to win tonight! If you want to forfeit, I’m not stopping you, but I’m fighting till the last second!"

Ah Jun awkwardly scratched his head and said nothing more.

"Brothers and sisters, quiet down."

Suddenly, Brother Hua Ji grabbed a megaphone and shouted, "The race is about to start, and the rules are simple: whoever can get to the top of the mountain first and pluck the flag planted there is the champion. The champion’s award is one million!"

"Oh..."

"Come on, baby! I can’t wait anymore!"

"Heh heh, watch me crush you bunch of rookies!"

The crowd cheered, everyone dispersing to their vehicles.

Just then, a Santana slowly drove out from the darkness and stopped in front of the bonfire. The door opened, and a man with a cigarette in his mouth and wearing Bermuda shorts jumped out.

Needless to say, this man was Xu Xiangbei.

"Hmm? Who’s that guy?"

"Damn, he’s driving a Santana over. He can’t be here for the race, can he?"

"It’s hilarious, where did this country bumpkin come from? Hurry back to driving your black-market cab."

The glamorous young men and women at the scene looked at the dilapidated Santana and ridiculed mercilessly.

These young devotees of street racing were mostly rich second-generation kids, driving increasingly high-end cars and willingly spending a fortune on modifications. Almost none of the cars were valued below a million.

Now, Xu Xiangbei had actually driven a shabby Santana to the race, which was utterly laughable.

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