Chapter 53: Bugatti, Son of the Night!

“I didn’t expect you to have such interests,” Lin Fan said, quite surprised. So, this woman also enjoyed thrilling sports.

“They’re holding a race tonight. It’s illegal, but I participate sometimes just for the thrill,” Su Juanmo replied, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Now Lin Fan understood. No wonder she’d come back for tonight’s grand opening—it was the rush of excitement she was after. This woman’s thoughts were indeed difficult to fathom.

“So, will you be driving that Porsche in the race?” Lin Fan asked, puzzled. He recalled that Su Juanmo drove a white Porsche. From Ouyang Qi, he’d learned that she used to collect luxury cars, but after her company ran into trouble, she’d sold them all off, keeping only the white Porsche as her ride.

“I’m just participating for fun, not planning to run the whole race. Are you entering too? Besides, this race is for charity—the champion will donate the prize money to a charitable organization in their own name,” Su Juanmo grew more animated as she spoke, as if she were already speeding down the track.

Hearing this, Lin Fan curled his lips in a strange expression. How ironic—an illegal street race, with the winnings donated in the name of charity? Wasn’t that a bit much? To these rich kids, charity was nothing more than a game.

“How much is the prize money?” Lin Fan asked casually.

“A million—half from the organizers, the other half pooled by the wealthy young racers themselves. The champion donates it to a charity or a school in need in their own name.”

“A million? Then I’ll enter too!” Lin Fan’s eyebrows shot up. Doing a good deed with a million—tonight wouldn’t be wasted after all.

Now it was Su Juanmo’s turn to be taken aback.

“Don’t tell me you’re planning to race with that Mercedes GLC? SUVs are slow on the road, not like sports cars. If you really want to enjoy yourself, I can ask my cousin to lend you a high-performance car.”

“I have another car. I’ll make a call and have it brought over,” Lin Fan replied, pulling out his phone to text Gu Qingcheng, asking her to drive the Bugatti La Voiture Noire from the garage.

But Su Juanmo remained unconvinced. “Even if you have a sports car, without experience you won’t beat those amateur racers. Tonight, apart from the rich kids, there are also drivers who’ve competed in rallies and amateur events.”

“But the race is divided into two groups: the first is for amateur drivers, the second is for those just looking for a thrill, like me. The amateurs and the car-loving rich kids drive high-performance sports cars. People like us just race for fun—twenty or thirty kilometers at most, and it’s over.”

Listening to her go on and on, Lin Fan was certain—this woman’s interests were very different from other women’s. She seemed more like a quiet, introverted young master than a typical heiress. Perhaps the old man of the Su family had raised her like a boy, which explained her unusual tastes.

“How about I buy you a new sports car right now? A better one, for you to enjoy whenever you want,” Lin Fan suggested with genuine anticipation.

“All right…” This time, Su Juanmo didn’t hesitate. When Lin Fan had talked about investing or gifting her the manor before, she’d always been noncommittal. Now, she agreed immediately.

At that moment, Ouyang Qi and her brother returned to the hall. Lin Fan stood up and said, “Mr. Ouyang, I’d like to buy a supercar for Miss Su right now. Which is the most expensive car in your dealership?”

Everyone present was taken aback. To buy a supercar on a whim—what extravagance! Some couldn’t help suspecting he was simply showing off.

“The most expensive supercar here is worth sixty million—the Pagani Huayra, eight hundred horsepower, mid-engine. Honestly, using it for tonight’s race would be overkill,” Lei Hao was the first to respond, introducing the car. He was also one of the dealership’s shareholders.

Seeing Lin Fan’s perplexed look, the others burst into laughter.

“If you speak English to him, he won’t understand! That word means ‘Wind God’—Pagani Huayra, one of the top supercars out there!”

“But does he really have sixty million? Even Lei, for all his wealth, would think twice. A ten-million car is one thing…”

The rest couldn’t help teasing Lin Fan; he clearly had no idea about supercars. To ask for the most expensive one outright was classic novice behavior. True enthusiasts knew that the most expensive car wasn’t necessarily the best—performance was what mattered.

And when they realized Lin Fan didn’t even know what a Pagani was, they were more convinced than ever that he was a newly rich upstart. In their eyes, such people would burn through their fortune eventually, while they, heirs to great families, could never squander their wealth no matter how hard they tried.

Lin Fan could tell that these scions were a class above the likes of Ling Feng. After all, the Su family was one of the most prestigious in Hangzhou, and the guests in this hall all came from top-tier families in their respective cities. Their standards were high, and they looked down on ordinary people like Lin Fan.

Even Ouyang Xiaojun tried to advise him, “That Pagani is still in its crate. I was planning to use it for display. Maybe you should look at another car—like the Lamborghini Reventon Spyder behind you. With insurance and taxes, it’s just thirteen million.”

He said this without embarrassing Lin Fan, still giving him some face. A ten-million car—Lin Fan could probably afford that.

To everyone’s surprise, Lin Fan shook his head and insisted on the most expensive car.

“No, I want that Pagani Huayra as a gift for Miss Su to enjoy. I have my own car too—the La Voiture Noire. It’ll be here soon.”

“What? La Voiture Noire!”

His words caused another stir in the room.

“Are you kidding? Do you know who makes the La Voiture Noire? Do you know its value?”

“Actually, I heard there is indeed a La Voiture Noire in Hangzhou. Someone even snapped a photo of it once, but no one knows which tycoon owns it.”

“Do you think the owner of the La Voiture Noire will show up tonight? For such a rare event, he wouldn’t want to miss it.”

At this, Lin Fan made another shocking statement.

“That La Voiture Noire is mine. After driving it a few times, I left it in the garage. Personally, I don’t find it that great—it’s too low, the power’s tremendous, but it’s not very comfortable to handle, and the cockpit design is flawed.”

“You say it as if you really own that car!” Ouyang Qi questioned.

“Do you even know what the La Voiture Noire looks like?” Lin Fan nodded solemnly.

He’d only learned later from online research how extraordinary the La Voiture Noire really was.

Only three exist in the world.

The first is kept by Bugatti in their museum, the second belongs to the world’s richest man, and the third has never been seen—though officially, it was sold to a mysterious Chinese billionaire.