novelraw Chapter 512: Lamborghini Aventador SVJ
Chapter 512: Lamborghini Aventador SVJ
Quancheng, Yun Jing Tai Residential Complex.
It was past 11 p.m., and the view outside the window was pitch black.
In the spacious and minimalist study, warm yellow light gently spilled across the wooden desk.
Tang Song was wearing comfortable pajamas, holding a sleek fountain pen in his right hand, rapidly jotting down notes in a leather notebook.
The room was so quiet that only the tapping of keys and the rustle of pen on paper could be heard.
To him, tonight was a very important night.
He Yiyi had done an outdoor livestream on-site at the Wushan film set.
During the livestream, Bei Yuwei, dressed in full historical costume, made an "unexpected" on-camera appearance.
The chance encounter between a small-time streamer and a top female celebrity, with Bei Yuwei’s cooperation, resulted in some hilariously interesting clips.
She even interacted with the livestream viewers, spontaneously performing a classical sword dance that quickly became a hot topic.The moment was edited into a short video and rapidly shot to the top of trending charts, becoming the center of online discussion.
The staff at Songmei Fashion were working through the night, seizing every detail to push brand exposure.
As the president, Tang Song naturally couldn’t just sit by. He decided to pull an all-nighter too, working out marketing strategies to maximize the buzz.
“Bzz bzz bzz——” the phone on the desk lit up.
Tang Song paused, glanced at it.
[Zhang Lei: “Sorry, Tang Song, just saw your message. Forgot to mention, I’m in Yancheng now. Got reassigned to HQ before the holidays and re-signed the contract. Originally planned to start after the break, but things shifted here, so I came early. Just moved into the dorms today, been busy all day.”
Seeing the message, Tang Song shook his head and smiled as he replied: “Alright then. I went back to Jing County for Mid-Autumn, was gonna grab a meal with you tomorrow, but since you're not around, I’ll find you when I’m back in Yancheng.”
[Zhang Lei: “Mm-hmm, sounds good. Still not asleep this late?”]
Tang Song: “Got some work stuff to take care of tonight, so I'm sleeping late.”
The two exchanged a few more casual messages.
[Zhang Lei: “Gotta run, something urgent from the boss just came up. Talk later.”]
Tang Song sent back an “OK” emoji, set the phone down, and stretched with a big yawn.
Earlier today, he had taken the female CEO on an off-road self-driving tour through Jing County’s Ginkgo Scenic Area—relaxed and enjoyable.
The crisp autumn air and picturesque views were perfect, and he even got to caress some sheer black-stockinged legs and flirt with the CEO.
After yesterday’s incident at the mall, the female CEO’s affection had visibly shot up. She didn’t resist his physical teasing—on the contrary, she’d kiss him first, with tongue.
Xie Shuyu had always maintained a refined, elegant demeanor around him, usually taking on a more “senior” attitude. Now that he’d “flipped the power dynamic,” Tang Song felt on top of the world.
Yancheng, outside Sinmo Bar.
The night was deep, neon lights cast flickering shadows across the street, and the air carried a chill of autumn.
Tipsy men and women spilled out of the bar, their laughter and the rumble of engines filling the air.
Zhang Lei put down his phone, pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, casually took one out and offered it, “Brother Rong, Brother Zhao, want one?”
“Nope.” Rong Weihua waved a hand, face serious. “You better not either. If the boss smells smoke on you later, it won’t look good.”
“Oh, sorry, habit.” Zhang Lei hurriedly tucked the cigarette back into the box, standing a bit awkwardly with hands in his pockets.
After exchanging a few more words with the two senior colleagues, his gaze drifted to the bar entrance. While admiring the scantily clad beauties, he waited for the call from his superior.
Getting into Group HQ had gone unusually smoothly for him.
Part of it was him working his a** off—his sales numbers had consistently ranked among the top in Quancheng’s branch office.
The other part? His uncle held a minor leadership role in the branch and was longtime friends with Liu Huiyang, the sales manager in charge of “Modern Channel Business” at HQ.
Otherwise, given how tense things were inside Zhongcheng Group lately, his transfer might’ve fallen through long ago.
Now, he was working under Liu Huiyang, mainly handling chain supermarkets and restaurant clients.
These big-name clients had major buying power, with orders often worth hundreds of thousands—or even millions. A whole different world from the small convenience stores and group-buying orders he used to handle.
In short, this was a highly promising sales position—something many would kill for.
For someone like him—a junior college graduate buried in debt—landing a spot at Zhongcheng Group HQ was a huge stroke of luck, and he treasured it.
He’d just arrived in Yancheng yesterday and only moved into the dorms today. He spent the whole afternoon unpacking and organizing—totally drained.
But just as he’d dozed off, he got a call from Liu Huiyang: several mid-to-senior managers were drinking at this bar and needed a designated driver.
Even though he was exhausted, Zhang Lei jumped out of bed and rushed over, waiting around for over an hour already.
After all, this was a direct assignment from the boss—not just a task, but a sign of trust and mentorship.
Just then—
“Riiing—” The phone rang.
Rong Weihua quickly answered, “Hello, boss.”
“Mm-hmm, we’re right outside the bar entrance.”
“Got it, yes sir!”
He hung up.
Rong Weihua turned and said, “Zhao Ming, Zhang Lei, get ready. The bosses are coming out.”
Zhang Lei immediately nodded, took a deep breath, and straightened his appearance to look more alert.
A few minutes later, Liu Huiyang appeared in view.
Surrounding him were seven or eight men and women, clearly company higher-ups. Most looked under forty—sharp, confident, impressive.
Zhang Lei’s eyes were soon locked on one of the most striking figures.
She had glowing fair skin, early twenties, sweet and sexy—a stunning beauty.
Her stylish outfit, designer accessories, and handbag screamed “white rich beauty”—elegant and radiant.
Just then, a luxurious Maybach rolled to a smooth stop in front of the bar.
It was his first time seeing such an intimidating yet gorgeous woman in real life.
By the time he looked up again, she had already disappeared around the corner, escorted by staff.
“Little Lei, come with me.” Liu Huiyang patted his shoulder and walked quickly toward the group.
Zhang Lei snapped to attention and followed closely.
Liu Huiyang walked straight up to a young man and smiled warmly. “Manager Hua, you guys heading out?”
“Yeah.” Hua Yuhan nodded calmly, though his tone carried a hint of excitement. “Just wrapped up. Was about to call a driver.”
Liu Huiyang gave Zhang Lei a slight tug and introduced, “Perfect timing. This is Zhang Lei from our department. Top-notch driver. Let him take care of it.”
Then he turned to Zhang Lei and added seriously, “Little Lei, this is Hua Yuhan, purchasing manager at Jiahe Department & Trade Co., Ltd.—one of your key clients going forward. Be sure to make a great impression!”
Zhang Lei immediately stood straighter, plastered a big smile on his face. “Hello, Manager Hua, I’m Zhang Lei. A pleasure to meet you.”
This trip definitely wasn’t a waste—not only did he gain experience, he also got to connect with a major client.
This kind of informal contact was the best way to break the ice.
Hua Yuhan gave him a casual once-over and nodded nonchalantly. “Alright, then I’ll trouble you.”
Then he turned to Zhou Hao and Li Xiaotong, “I’ll drop you two off at Huajing Oasis, save you the cab fare, I’m heading that way anyway.” Content originally comes from ⓝovelFire.net
“Sure, thanks Yuhan.” Zhou Hao responded absentmindedly, visibly drunk.
Everyone exchanged a few polite words.
Zhang Lei accompanied Hua Yuhan to the parking lot.
He took the car key, got into the driver’s seat of the Volvo S90, and once the other three were in the car, he set up the navigation and smoothly started the engine, heading toward the destination.
Since they weren’t familiar, he didn’t try to engage Hua Yuhan too much on the way—just threw in a few polite compliments about how great the car was to drive.
But from listening to the conversation among the three passengers, he figured out that the commanding woman from earlier was named Lin Muxue.
The three of them all seemed to hold her in awe.
Zhang Lei couldn’t help but secretly marvel.
Even though it was just a brief encounter, that overwhelming aura had etched itself deeply into his memory.
October 2, 2023, cloudy, 10~22℃.
At 6 a.m., Tang Song woke from sleep.
Immediately after, a crisp system notification sounded in his ear.
“Ding! Congratulations, player. Challenge task [Private Assistant’s Black Card First Experience] has been completed.”
Tang Song’s expression shifted slightly as he realized the task had actually ended after 2 a.m. last night when Xiaoxue finished it.
But clearly, the system had waited until morning to settle the reward, so as not to disturb his rest.
“Shua!” A faint system screen appeared in front of his eyes, lines of text jumping out:
【Reward settlement in progress.】
【As a private assistant, Lin Muxue made a total of 5 purchases within 12 hours of receiving the Black Card, including (Chanel boutique, Balenciaga boutique, online platforms...) Detailed transaction record as follows (Annual Limited Edition Camellia Silk Scarf...) Total spending: ¥560,000..】
【Throughout the process, Lin Muxue demonstrated strong materialistic tendencies, along with some degree of self-control. Her spending habits lean toward the extreme, with signs of unstable emotional states.】
【Lin Muxue has been granted a base credit limit: $150,000/month (The limit will increase with Companion Growth Level, using money as a motivator to drive her progress and development, helping players cultivate companions more effectively.)】
【You’ve received a reward: Shopping Gift Pack ×1】
After reading the reward settlement, Tang Song raised an eyebrow.
He had to admit—his initial decision had been the right one.
Though Xiaoxue now behaved obediently and reserved in front of him, she clearly had a burning passion for money and spending.
After receiving permission and gaining access to the Black Card for 12 hours, she immediately launched into “revenge spending.”
Not only did she buy a mountain of luxury goods, she also emptied her entire online shopping cart.
And even that was because the card could only be used under the assistant role—everything she bought was for herself, essentially skirting the rules.
What’s worth noting is that she also bought some particularly high-end lingerie and adult toys—that part deserved praise.
But desire tends to swell, and people grow increasingly dissatisfied.
Especially someone like Xiaoxue.
If she were ever handed an unlimited card with no restrictions, who knows—she might go out and buy a private jet one day.
So having a cap was a good thing. On one hand, it put a lock on her impulses; on the other, it served as a gentle reminder.
Even though Tang Song could afford to support her, let’s not forget—she was meant to help him manage plenty of private assets in the future. That could include estates, yachts, jets, and even involvement in financial structures like the family office.
If she lost all sense of money, she’d inevitably make catastrophic mistakes down the line.
Returning to the main screen, he opened the [System Inventory].
Inside, a shimmering golden gift pack was sitting quietly.
Tang Song sat up in bed, a smile forming on his face.
Thanks to the passive effect of [Heartthrob Aura], he selected the [Shopping Gift Pack] and opened it.
“Ding! You’ve received [Lamborghini Aventador SVJ ×1].”
【Lamborghini Aventador SVJ ×1】: SVJ63 Limited Edition, equipped with a 6.5L V12 naturally aspirated engine, max output 770 horsepower, 7-speed ISR gearbox, exclusive carbon fiber coating, 63 badge, custom interior...
【Note 1: This vehicle was purchased in-game, registered under the company name, license and insurance complete—feel free to use.】
【Note 2: The car will soon be delivered to Modu by Shengtang Security. Please stay alert for incoming contact info.】
Seeing the reward details, Tang Song’s heart skipped a beat.
D*mn! He had thought Xiaoxue’s credit limit wasn’t that high, so the reward should be fairly average. He never expected it to be a Lamborghini SVJ worth ¥10 million—and the 63 Limited Edition at that!
The so-called 63 Limited Edition was created to commemorate Lamborghini’s founding year of 1963, with only 63 units produced. Due to the scarcity, prices were astronomical—generally exceeding ¥10 million.
As he recalled, he had indeed ordered one in-game.
Tang Song picked up his phone and eagerly searched Douyin for info about the car—the more he saw, the more he loved it.
It would be the first supercar he owned in real life—absolutely meaningful.
The system probably knew he’d be in Modu for a while, so it shipped the car there in advance. Which meant that in just a few days, he’d be driving his own supercar.
At that thought, Tang Song’s spirits soared, filled with anticipation.
He was, after all, a classic car and gadget enthusiast—totally defenseless against big toys like this.
The reason he hadn’t bought one yet despite having money was because, in Heartthrob Growth Plan, he had already collected nearly every supercar.
Even the legendary Bugatti La Voiture Noire, dubbed “The Voice of the Night,” was in his collection.
So rather than spend his own money to buy more, he figured he’d just wait to inherit the game assets.
No doubt about it—Xiaoxue had a gift for unlocking wealth. Who knew what other sports cars or luxury homes she might help bring in down the line.
After scrolling through short videos for a bit, Tang Song sprang out of bed and began packing.
It was already the 2nd. His task with Su Yu would begin on the 4th, and he’d soon be heading to Modu to enjoy a three-day interaction with the female star.
Thinking of her—and then of the supercar about to be his—Tang Song was in a fantastic mood.
A bit past 11 a.m., after bidding farewell to his parents.
Tang Song loaded his luggage into the trunk and drove the Mercedes S-Class toward Quancheng.
But he didn’t go straight to the high-speed rail station.
Instead, he took a detour to Xinyuan Building in the city center.
After parking in the above-ground lot,
Tang Song got out leisurely, picked up the roses he’d prepared, and walked straight toward the southeast corner of the building.
From afar, the “Shimmer Coffee” logo looked clean and clear, sparkling under the sunlight—warm and refined.
Though it was his first visit, Tang Song had already seen photos and videos beforehand.
This new shop in Quancheng spanned about 200 square meters, with a stylish design full of urban-chic flair. It catered perfectly to young consumers’ tastes and matched the expectations of small-city audiences.
Pushing open the coffee-colored glass door, he was greeted by soft music and the aroma of coffee and desserts.
It was clear Shimmer Coffee was a hit—despite it being lunchtime, the shop was still bustling.
Tang Song’s eyes scanned the room and finally settled on an elegant, radiant figure in the corner.
Today, Xie Shuyu wore a perfectly tailored dark suit with a low-cut inner layer, outlining her graceful curves.
Her long, jet-black hair cascaded like a waterfall, and with her refined makeup, she exuded the composed maturity of a career woman—yet still retained the uniquely feminine allure.
She sat there intently, eyes shifting between her laptop screens, occasionally tapping the keyboard.
She radiated an irresistible allure.
Tang Song paused mid-step, a bright smile spreading across his face as he strode confidently toward the corner.
His appearance immediately drew glances from many girls in the café—some whispering, some blushing with fluttering hearts,
unable to resist sneaking peeks at this broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted, sharp-featured handsome guy.
But Xie Shuyu, completely absorbed in her work, didn’t notice anything unusual.
The distance between them shrank.
Looking at the female CEO still fully focused on her laptop, Tang Song took a deep breath, walked straight up, and sat down beside her.
His right arm naturally slid behind her back, wrapping around her slender, graceful waist.
A faint perfume scent drifted to his nose, carrying a subtle warmth—utterly seductive.
Xie Shuyu’s body jolted. She quickly turned her head, the shock and irritation on her face slowly softening. “Why didn’t you say something first?”
“Good afternoon, Sister Shuyu. These are for you.” Tang Song placed the roses in front of her.
Xie Shuyu blinked slightly, and softly replied, “Thank you.”
Her tone was calm as she casually took the roses and set them on the table beside her, seemingly unfazed.
But a glimmer of surprise was clearly visible in her eyes.
Beneath the table, her legs wrapped in dress pants swayed gently.
Soon, Xie Shuyu noticed the looks from surrounding staff and quickly composed herself.
She cleared her throat and returned to her usual stern expression. “Alright, let go of me. Let me wrap things up and I’ll take you for a meal, do some shopping, then drop you off at the high-speed rail station. It takes over six hours to get to Modu—you’ll need something to eat and drink on the way.”
As she spoke, she shifted her body, trying to push Tang Song’s arm away.
At work, she was always decisive and meticulous. It helped her manage the team effectively and solidified her authority.
She didn’t want employees witnessing anything that might damage her image.
But Tang Song had no intention of letting go. Instead, he held on tighter, his slender fingers subtly sliding down to feel the softness and firmness of the female CEO’s figure.
Xie Shuyu’s brow twitched. She lowered her voice. “What are you doing? Watch where you are!”
Though her tone was stern, her eyes held no real anger—only a touch of shyness and helplessness.
Tang Song said softly, “Sister Shuyu, I’m leaving soon.”
“So what?” Xie Shuyu shot him a glare.
“Will you miss me?”
Xie Shuyu pressed her lips together and looked toward the computer screen. Her voice dropped to a murmur. “It’s not like I’m cold-blooded. Of course I will.”
Hearing her direct response, the corners of Tang Song’s mouth curled up. He suddenly leaned closer. “Sister Shuyu, your mascara’s smudged. Let me wipe it for you.”
“Really? I—”
Before she could finish, Tang Song’s high-bridged nose was already brushing her cheek.
A second later, her full, rosy lips were sealed.
Xie Shuyu’s expression froze, her eyes widening slightly, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
Tang Song blinked, his tongue parting her lips, savoring the sweet taste laced with coffee, relishing the thrill of conquest.