God-level system: becoming the richest man starting from a supercar

Lin Fan slapped Lin Zhen in the face with 5000 yuan for the table fee, and won the great admiration of his roommates.

No one interferes, you can eat with confidence.

The manager personally brought Lin Fan and the others to the table for dinner, and returned 5000 yuan.

It is not true that whoever has the most money sits at the table.

And if news of the one-hundred-fold table fee spread, his small kitchen would be seized by the Price Bureau immediately.

As an apology, the manager also waived the basic 50 yuan table fee.

Lin Fan didn't care.

The roommates in the 508 dormitory are happy.

For them, 50 yuan is enough to eat a big pot of rice with meat for two days!

After eating and drinking, everyone returned to the dormitory.

Zhou Wei hasn't come back yet, so it is estimated that he was beaten so badly that he will have to lie down for several days.

The next day, Lin Fan went to the traffic police brigade to pay the fine.

The towing fee and violation fees add up to less than two thousand. They are all small money, and Lin Fan paid them casually.

The money was exchanged for a permit, which Lin Fan took to drive.

As soon as he arrived at the parking lot, Lin Fan saw several men and women standing beside his Lamborghini sports car.

They took selfies with their phones.

There is a girl in a shiny dress that is more exaggerated. She is lying on the front of the car, like a big bed at home, lying down and videoing with others, laughing from time to time.

She looked like an internet anchor, with heavy makeup on her face, as if she was singing a Beijing opera!

The key is that she is not small, and every time she laughs, she trembles with the front of the car.

Worthy!

So outrageous!
With this tonnage, what if the front of the car is crushed!
Lin Fan walked over and shouted: "What are you doing, go away!"

The men and women taking pictures looked at Lin Fan's appearance, ignored him, and continued to go their own way.

The female anchor lying on the front of the car glanced at Lin Fan's clothes with disdain, and said, "What are you yelling about, this car belongs to you!"

Lin Fan said, "Of course it's my car! Come down!"

The female anchor said: "I don't look at you like that. You are wearing a street stall, and the sneakers are still 50 yuan a pair. Can you drive a Lamborghini? Cut!"

After finishing speaking, she faced the camera and shouted: "Old men! Just bought a Lamborghini, drive it out to bask in the sun, old men take a look, if you like it, remember to give it a thumbs up~!"

Lin Fan: "..."

He was too lazy to talk nonsense, took out the car key and unlocked it.

Beep!

Lamborghini's handsome scissor doors open.

The female anchor was startled, and rolled off the front of the car with a groan.

Lin Fan got into the car and stepped on the accelerator to the maximum.

Boom boom boom...

The beast-like roar sounded, stunned the men and women nearby who were taking selfies.

They didn't expect that Lin Fan was really the owner of the car.

The most shocking thing was the female anchor who was lying on the front of the car before the live broadcast. She opened her mouth and looked at Lin Fan in disbelief.

Only then did she realize that Lin Fan was actually super handsome!

Such a handsome guy who also drives a sports car is an ideal superfan!
If I was able to speak well just now, I might be able to get a huge reward, but now that I have offended someone, I can't get it back!

The female anchor wants to cry but has no tears!
Lin Fan was driving on the street whining.

The eye-catching fiery red Lamborghini sports car appeared, and the cars on the road quickly changed lanes to give way.

Lin Fan drove past unimpeded.

He drove near a clothing store.

In the past, he was not in good condition, and he still wanted to please his girlfriend. He only picked ordinary discounted clothes, as long as he could wear them.

The female anchor's words reminded him that now that he has money, it's time to buy two good clothes and improve the quality of his clothes!