After living as an ordinary person for over thirty years, the sports cars he could only dream of finally appeared before his eyes, and two of them were completely his own. Andy was so excited that his face turned red, his breathing became rapid, and his fingers trembled as he touched them.
For a man, a sports car is like a woman seeing a designer handbag.
The silver-grey Porsche Carrera gt is a rare and prestigious supercar with a unique appearance and outstanding performance, designed specifically for those seeking ultimate speed and optimal handling.
Its ultra-light weight and high-tech design place the Carrera gt among the top-of-the-line cars.
The powerful 5.7-liter 10-cylinder 605-horsepower engine can accelerate the Carrera gt from 0 to 200 km/h in 10 seconds, with a top speed of approximately 330 km/h.
The bright red Ferrari F430 is equipped with a brand-new, lightweight and compact 4,308ml engine that delivers 490hp of power, a power-to-weight ratio of 114hp/l, and 465nm of torque.
It has excellent performance.
It accelerates from 0 to 100 km/h in just 4 seconds, with a top speed of 315 km/h.
Although he was an experienced driver, it was still Andy's first time driving a sports car, and he needed to get used to it.
Andy took out the Ferrari keys, excitedly got in, and watched the garage door slowly rise. He excitedly started the engine, and the car slowly drove out of the garage. Hearing the roar of the engine, he couldn't help but feel another surge of excitement.
The sports car slowly drove out of the villa and onto the road. A surge of passion suddenly rose up, and with a roar and a rapid push, it sped forward like an arrow released from a bow.
An excited Andy roared a few times, and soon more and more cars appeared on the road. After his excitement subsided, the speed of the sports car also decreased.
Looking out the car window at this familiar yet unfamiliar city, I felt a pang of melancholy. Los Angeles is a dazzling city, imbued with a strong sense of worldly clamor, filled with a restless and uneasy atmosphere.
In April, the streets of Los Angeles are lined with a dense cluster of purple flowering trees, resembling wisps of purple mist.
Petals drifted down in the wind, carpeting the streets, looking from afar like a recent bluish-purple rain, as romantic as cherry blossoms...
Having already located his destination using GPS, Andy arrived at the entrance of the SLS Hotel amidst continuous notification sounds. As soon as he turned off the engine and got out of the car, a hotel staff member approached him with a smile and said,
"Hello sir, welcome to the SLS Hotel."
Andy nodded slightly as he watched the valet take the car keys from him. "Thank you."
The TRES afternoon tea at the SLS Hotel is touted as the most luxurious afternoon tea. Led by a waiter, Andy found a quiet corner.
"Sir, here is the menu." The waiter, his upright posture slightly bent, smiled and handed over the menu with both hands.
Having already done his homework at home, Andy took the menu and quickly browsed through it, saying as he flipped through it, "Give me a latte first."
"Yes, sir, please wait a moment." The waiter closed the notebook in his hand and turned to leave.
Andy glanced at the menu and skimmed through it. The prices weren't expensive. On the way here, he had wanted to indulge in a bit of luxury and try Blue Mountain coffee, but then he thought that what suited him best was the best.
When he was a tech geek, his favorite coffee was a latte. A latte is a mixture of espresso and milk. People who like lattes are more likely to like milk than coffee (wise words, ngl).
Soon, the waiter came over with a latte, still with that same warm smile, "Sir, your coffee."
"Thanks."
Taking the coffee, Andy picked up the menu he had just closed and said as he flipped through it, "One Wagyu beef, medium-rare, tomato with caviar, beetroot macarons with goat cheese and guacamole, and one lobster. For dessert, I'll have pink lemonade pate de fruit. That's all."
After saying that, he closed the menu and handed it back to the waiter. Watching the waiter leave, Andy picked up his coffee and took a sip. It tasted familiar, but even more authentic.
I took out my phone and scrolled through all the text messages. I replied to a few of my parents' messages on a whim and found my lawyer Nelson's phone number in my contacts.
Attorney Nelson is one of the heads of Andy's father's Los Angeles office and Andy's personal lawyer.
In the United States, there are two types of people that almost everyone has to deal with: lawyers and doctors.
The call was connected.
"Hello, Nelson," Andy asked softly, adjusting himself into a comfortable sitting position.
"Hello Andy, how can I help you?"
Hearing the relaxed tone on the other end of the phone, Andy pictured a man in his forties, impeccably dressed in a sharp suit, with neatly combed hair, clear, eagle-like eyes, a sharply defined face, and an air of seasoned professionalism that gave him a sense of security, as if he were someone very trustworthy.
"I need to borrow money from the bank using my house as collateral and my copyright as collateral."
"Wow, that's a lot of money! I need to check the bank's loan interest rate and contact your accountant Kohler to have your property and book copyrights appraised."
Upon hearing the reply, Andy smiled and said, "It's up to you. Do it 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 chuckled. It really was a money-driven world; if you could make money, you were the boss; if you couldn't, you were just Andy. He wouldn't ask the employer why; as long as the employer had money to pay the bills, that was enough.
The dishes were served, and Andy took a bite. The taste was indeed good, and the presentation was exquisite, but the portion was too small; one might mistake it for feeding a cat. However, this was just an appetizer.
As the dishes kept arriving—caviar, cheese, beef, lobster—Andy devoured them like a locust plague, completely oblivious to how unsightly his eating manners were.
From an ordinary tech geek to a millionaire overnight, it all feels like a dream. Even with the fusion of souls, adapting to all aspects is not something that can be done overnight; he still has a long way to go.
After finishing my meal, I paid the bill under the waiter's somewhat dazed gaze. I glanced at the bill, got up and left, muttering almost imperceptibly, "The tip is really fucking 20% of the bill."
Looks like I'll need to carry more change when I go out from now on.
He took the car keys from the waiter and gave him a twenty-dollar tip, then drove away amidst the waiter's grateful and envious gaze.
I checked the time; it was already past three o'clock. The housekeeping staff should have finished cleaning his villa by now. Looking at the bustling traffic and crowds on the street, I couldn't help but feel a sense of loneliness.
Will Harry's parents be heartbroken? Will anyone cry for him?
Why...
With a soft sigh, her vision began to blur.
"Beep beep!"
The piercing blare of the car horn jolted him awake, and he could vaguely hear curses.
After calming myself down, I realized that my car had stopped on the road at some point, and there were more than a dozen cars blocking the road behind me.
"Buzz buzz buzz!"
After a few taps on the accelerator, the roar of the sports car attracted the attention of passersby, and the Ferrari shot off like an arrow.
Back home, looking at the clean and tidy living room, Andy, feeling dejected, slumped listlessly on the sofa. Thinking of his parents and his nagging girlfriend from his past life, tears welled up in his eyes.
After crying himself to sleep, Andy groggily sat up from the sofa and looked out the floor-to-ceiling window to see that the outside world was already shrouded in darkness.
I rubbed my eyes, glanced at my watch, and saw it was already past 7 p.m. I went into the bathroom, splashed cold water on my face, and looked at my unfamiliar reflection in the mirror.
"Thinking about it too much is useless. Harry is dead, and Andy is dead. I'm living for two people now, and I must live a wonderful life. I won't be a nobody anymore, and I won't be depressed anymore. I can't waste my life again."
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