Chapter 130

As soon as these words are out, the room is quiet for two seconds.

Sun Dapeng and Ma Liang's expressions change slightly.

Liang Bo looks at Qin Ze, a flash of appreciation in his eyes.

Gao Hui, from the side, can't help but give Qin Ze a thumbs-up in his heart.

Sun Dapeng snorts coldly:

"Two hundred thousand? President Qin is truly generous."

"I just don't know if this two hundred thousand is just you puffing out your cheeks to look fat."

Qin Ze ignores him.

He picks up a pen and scribbles his name on the membership application form.

Then he puts down the pen, looks at Liang Bo, and smiles:

"President Liang, please look after me in the future."

Liang Bo takes the form, glances at it, and nods with a smile:

"Welcome, Qin Ze."

Just at this moment, a woman in a red dress next to them suddenly speaks up with a smile:

"President Qin, you successfully started your own business."

"Unlike us, who all rely on our families."

"Then you must be richer than all of us, right?"

The woman's tone carries a hint of teasing and a hint of probing.

Qin Ze looks at her.

The woman is indeed beautiful, with delicate features and a hot figure; she looks like the kind of car model who often appears next to luxury cars.

She is sitting next to Liang Bo, one hand hooked around Liang Bo's arm, her posture intimate.

Qin Ze knows this must be the female companion Liang Bo brought.

He smiles and says:

"I'm just dabbling; I can't compare to everyone's families."

The woman in red is relentless:

"President Qin is too humble."

"Can someone who our President Gao personally brought over be just dabbling?"

Another woman next to her chimes in:

"Exactly, President Qin, don't be so secretive."

"Tell us, how big is your investment company now?"

Qin Ze watches these two women singing in harmony and understands.

They are probing him on behalf of Sun Dapeng and the others.

He is just about to speak when someone who hasn't said a word until now suddenly speaks.

It's Ma Liang.

"Since President Qin successfully started his own business, he must be much richer than us who rely on our families."

"Our club's garage is too small now; we can't fit any more cars."

"We don't even have a place for gatherings."

"President Qin, since you're so capable, why not set up a place for our club?"

As soon as these words are out, the eyes of everyone in the room fall squarely on Qin Ze.

Sun Dapeng leans back on the sofa, cigar in his mouth, a gloating smile on his lips.

"That's right, the venue issue is exactly what our club has been having a headache about lately!"

"Everyone has luxury cars, and our club is getting more and more people! Staying in this place won't work!"

"But this venue issue really does need money to solve!"

Liang Bo frowns, just about to speak up to help Qin Ze out of the situation.

But Qin Ze speaks first.

He looks at Ma Liang, a smile still on his face, but a cold glint in his eyes:

"President Ma, what if I were to provide such a place for our club to use as a venue?"

As soon as these words are out!

Ma Liang laughs directly.

"You really dare to take on anything!"

"Our club has at least forty or fifty people! Just the cars alone number fifty or sixty!"

"Even if you bought a parking lot, that's not a matter of just a few hundred thousand!"

"Besides, I was just joking! You actually took it seriously?"

Sun Dapeng also has a smile on his face.

"President Qin, Little Ma didn't mean it that way! You should just forget it!"

"If you have some money, changing your car isn't a bad idea, right!"

Only now does Qin Ze realize!

This circle of second-generation rich kids isn't so easy to enter!

He has to intimidate this group of people one way or another!

"Then what if I really can provide a place!"

"Ma Liang, when that time comes, will you bow and apologize to me? Can you do that?"

Ma Liang is directly silenced by Qin Ze's words.

He is stunned for two seconds, then sneers:

"Bow and apologize?"

"If you can really get a decent place, I, Ma Liang, won't just bow and apologize to you."

"I'll even put up fifty thousand and bet with you!"

"If you can't get it, you'll withdraw from the club yourself, how about that?"

Qin Ze smiles after hearing this.

He leans back on the sofa and takes a slow sip of tea.

Then he looks up at Liang Bo:

"President Liang, do you know Luyin Manor?"

Liang Bo is stunned for a moment:

"Luyin Manor?"

"Of course I know it."

"That's a manor newly developed in the suburbs of Jiangcheng, with a private garden, several villas, and a parking lot..."

"But later, the developer's capital chain broke, and the project became an unfinished building."

"Now the entire manor has been auctioned off by the court."

"I heard the asking price was over ten million."

Qin Ze takes a sip of tea and says calmly:

"That's mine."

The entire hall falls silent instantly.

Everyone widens their eyes, looking at Qin Ze.

The cigar in Sun Dapeng's mouth almost falls out.

Ma Liang's mouth is even wider, unable to close for a long time.

Liang Bo is the first to react; he puts down his teacup and looks at Qin Ze seriously:

"Are you telling the truth?"

"Luyin Manor is yours?"

Qin Ze nods:

"If President Liang doesn't believe me, we can go take a look in a while."

In the hall, there is dead silence.

Sun Dapeng and Ma Liang look at each other, both of their expressions becoming extremely ugly.

Liang Bo's female companion, the woman in red, has completely changed the way she looks at Qin Ze.

She covers her mouth and mutters in a low voice:

"A manor worth over ten million, is it real or fake?"

Gao Hui sits beside Qin Ze, looking at his college classmate, his eyes full of shock.

He also can't fathom Qin Ze's background.

But he instinctively believes what Qin Ze said!

Liang Bo is silent for a few seconds, then smiles and claps his hands:

"Good! Good! Good!"

"President Qin, if you really bring out Luyin Manor for our club to use as a venue, then I, Liang Bo, will be the first to respect you!"

"With such a large area at Luyin Manor, parking over a hundred cars is more than enough!"

"For the brothers to have a gathering, the venue is also sufficient."

As soon as he says this, the atmosphere in the room eases up quite a bit.

Ma Liang sits in the corner, his face turning from blue to white.

He looks at Qin Ze, then at Sun Dapeng, not knowing what to say.

Sun Dapeng takes a deep drag of his cigar and then forcefully stubs it out in the ashtray.

He stands up, looks at Qin Ze, his tone carrying a hint of unwillingness, but no longer as arrogant as before:

"President Qin, since you say Luyin Manor is yours."

"Can you take us to see it?"

Qin Ze smiles slightly:

"Anytime."

Liang Bo stands up and claps his hands:

"Good!"

"Then let's go take a look right now!"

"Forget about the car show for now! Let's go see President Qin's manor first!"

"If it's really suitable, our club's venue will be set there!"

A group of people stands up one after another and walks outside.

Sun Dapeng and Ma Liang walk at the very back, both of their expressions not looking very good.

Ma Liang lowers his voice and says to Sun Dapeng:

"Brother Peng, do you think he's bluffing?"

Sun Dapeng grits his teeth:

"Whether he's bluffing or not, we'll know once we see it."

The two look at each other and then quickly follow.

Qin Ze stands up and walks directly out the door.

Gao Hui follows closely by his side, and the others also stand up in twos and threes and walk out.

The entire club, with dozens of cars, files out one after another.

Qin Ze's BMW 740 leads the way.

He glances in the rearview mirror.

Good grief.

There's a long line following behind.

Porsche, Maybach, Lamborghini, Bentley, Mercedes-Benz G-Class...

More than twenty luxury cars, lined up in a row, drive majestically onto the main road of Jiangcheng.

Passing pedestrians stop one after another.

Some take out their phones to take pictures.

Some have their mouths wide open, unable to close them for a long time.

"Holy crap, what kind of motorcade is this?"

"Whose wedding has such a big display?"

"Have you ever seen a wedding motorcade made entirely of Porsches and Lamborghinis?"

"Is this some top-tier second-generation rich kid out on the street?"

Qin Ze grips the steering wheel, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

This feeling of having a 100% head-turning rate from passersby is indeed satisfying.