After more than thirty years of living as a commoner, Andy finally saw the sports cars he could only dream of owning. Two of them were his own. His face flushed with excitement, his breathing quickened, and his fingers trembled as he stroked the cars. For a man, sports cars are like a woman seeing a designer bag.
The silver-gray Porsche Carrera GT is a rare and valuable supercar, boasting a unique appearance and exceptional performance, built for ultimate speed and handling. Its ultra-lightweight and high-tech design place the Carrera GT among the finest of automobiles. Its powerful 5.7-liter, 10-cylinder, 605-horsepower engine propels the Carrera GT from 0 to 200 km/h in just 10 seconds, on its way to a top speed of approximately 330 km/h.
The bright red Ferrari F430 is equipped with a new, lightweight and compact 4,308cc engine, delivering 490 hp (114 hp/l) and 465 Nm (465 Nm) of torque. It boasts exceptional performance, accelerating from 0 to 100 km/h in just 4 seconds and reaching a top speed of 315 km/h.
Although he is an experienced driver, it is his first time driving a sports car after all, so the excited Andy still needs to get familiar with it.
Andy took out the Ferrari keys and got in excitedly. He watched the garage door slowly rise, started the engine excitedly, and the car slowly drove out of the garage. Hearing the roar, he couldn't help but feel excited again.
The steering wheels in the United States and China are both on the left and drive on the right. These are all the same. It mainly depends on familiarity and control of the sports car.
The sports car slowly drove out of the villa and came to the road. A passion suddenly arose, and the roar brought a rapid push back, like an arrow from a bow, rushing forward quickly.
Excited Andy roared loudly a few times. Soon, the number of vehicles on the road gradually increased. After his excitement subsided, the speed of the sports car also slowed down.
Looking out the car window, I sighed at this familiar yet unfamiliar city. Los Angeles is a city glittering with stars, yet it carries a strong sense of worldly hustle and bustle, filled with restlessness and anxiety.
In April, the streets of Los Angeles were lined with dense, purple-flowered trees, resembling clouds of violet mist. Petals drifted down in the wind, blanketing the streets. From a distance, the scene resembled a fresh, blue-violet rain, as romantic as cherry blossoms.
Andy had already located his destination using GPS. Amidst constant notifications, he arrived at the entrance of the SLS Hotel. As he turned off the engine and stepped out of the car, the hotel attendant approached with a smile, "Hello, sir. Welcome to the SLS Hotel."
Looking at the waiter who took the car keys, Andy nodded slightly and said, "Thank you."
The Tres Afternoon Tea at the SLS Hotel is known as the most luxurious afternoon tea. Under the guidance of the waiter, we found a quiet corner.
"Sir, here is the menu." The waiter bent his straight body slightly, with a smile on his lips, and handed over the menu with both hands.
Andy, who had already done his homework at home, took the menu and quickly browsed through it. As he flipped through the menu, he said, "Give me a latte first."
"Okay, sir, please wait a moment." The waiter closed the notebook in his hand and turned to leave.
Andy looked at the menu and took a quick look. The prices were not expensive. On the way here, he wanted to indulge in his extravagant desire and try some Blue Mountain coffee, but then he thought that the best thing was to buy what suits him best.
When he was a tech geek, his favorite coffee was latte, which is a mixture of espresso and milk. People who like to drink latte are more like those who like to drink milk than coffee.
Soon, the waiter came over with a cup of latte. With that same smile that made people feel like spring breeze, he said, "Sir, your coffee."
"Thank you." After taking the coffee, Andy picked up the menu he had just closed and said as he flipped through it: "One wagyu beef, well done, with tomato caviar,
"Beetroot macarons with goat cheese and avocado sauce, and a lobster. For dessert, I had pink lemonade paté de fruit (pink lemonade fruit), and that's it."
He closed the menu and handed it back to the waiter. As Andy watched the waiter leave, he took a sip of his coffee. It had a familiar taste, only purer. He pulled out his phone and scrolled through all the text messages. He casually replied to a few of his current parents' messages and found his lawyer, Nelson's, in the address book.
Attorney Nelson is one of the heads of the Los Angeles branch of Andy's father's law firm and is also Andy's personal lawyer.
There are two types of people in the United States that almost everyone cannot get around: lawyers and doctors.
The call is connected.
"Hello, Nelson." Andy adjusted himself into a comfortable sitting position and asked softly.
"Hello Andy, how can I help you?"
Hearing the relaxed tone on the other end of the phone, Andy imagined a man in his forties, dressed in a serious manner, with a straight suit, neatly combed back hair, eagle-like clear eyes, angular face, and an old-fashioned professional demeanor. He gave people a sense of security, as if he was a person who was very trustworthy.
"I need to borrow money from the bank by mortgaging my house and copyright."
"Wow, that's a lot of money! I need to check the bank's loan interest rate and contact your accountant Kohler to get an appraisal of your real estate and book copyrights."
Andy heard the other party's answer and smiled, "I'll leave it to you, as soon as possible."
"Okay boss, I'll get it done as soon as possible."
After hanging up the phone, Andy shook his head and laughed. It was indeed a money-oriented world. If there was money to be made, you were the boss; if there was no money, you were Andy. He would not ask the employer why, as long as the employer had money to pay the bills, it was fine.
The dish was served, and Andy took a bite. It tasted really good and was very delicately prepared. However, the portion was too small. I thought it was for cats. But it was just an appetizer.
As the dishes continued to come up, including caviar, cheese, Wagyu beef, and lobster, Andy devoured them like a swarm of locusts, not caring at all about how ugly his eating habits were.
From a tech geek to a millionaire overnight, everything seemed like a dream. Even if the souls were merged, all aspects that needed to be adapted to would not happen overnight, and he still had a long way to go.
After eating and drinking to my heart's content, I paid the bill under the waiter's somewhat dazed gaze, took the bill, took a look, stood up and left, muttering inaudibly, "The tip is fucking 20% of the bill." It seems I need to carry more change when I go out next time.
He took the car keys from the waiter and handed him twenty dollars for consumption, then drove away under the waiter's grateful and envious gaze.
He looked at the time and it was already past three o'clock. The housekeeping staff should have cleaned up his villa. Looking at the hustle and bustle of traffic and people on the road, he couldn't help feeling lonely.
I wonder if Hua Xia's parents will be too heartbroken? Will his girlfriend cry for him?
Why...
He sighed softly, his vision blurring. "Beep!" The shrill honking of a car horn jolted him awake, and he could faintly hear curses. After calming himself down, he realized his car had somehow stopped on the road, with more than a dozen cars stuck behind it.
"Buzz buzz buzz!"
After stepping on the accelerator a few times, the roar of the sports car attracted the attention of passers-by, and the Ferrari rushed out like an arrow.
After returning home and looking at the neat and clean living room, Andy, feeling depressed, lay weakly on the sofa, thinking about his parents and nagging girlfriend in his previous life, tears welled up in his eyes.
Andy, who had fallen asleep after crying herself tired, sat up groggily from the sofa and saw through the French window that darkness had enveloped the outside. He rubbed his eyes and checked his watch. It was already past 7 p.m. He went into the bathroom, wet his face with cold water, and looked at the unfamiliar self in the mirror.
"No matter how much I think about it, it's useless. Song Dawei is dead, and Andy is dead too. I live for two people now, and I must live a wonderful life. I won't be a small person, and I won't be depressed. I can't waste a hundred years of my life."
Andy suppressed the urge to call the Chinese family in this world. Safety was the top priority. If someone who had never had any contact with China suddenly called, it would arouse suspicion from the American government, which was already eavesdropping on the world. It would be more trouble than gain. Even if the probability was very small, he could not take the risk. He could not let anyone know about his current situation, and he could only and must take it to his grave.