Chapter 54: A Billion Earned!

But to this day, no one had ever seen the third Night’s Child appear within the country.

That was until a month ago, when someone captured a photo of the Night’s Child in Hangzhou. Yet after that, it vanished without a trace. Even among these supercar enthusiasts present, most believed some automaker had rented the Night’s Child to display at an auto show.

Yet now Lin Fan claimed the third Night’s Child was in his possession—a fact too astonishing to believe.

After all, that car was worth a hundred million yuan. While not the most expensive supercar in the world, its status as a limited edition made it priceless in the eyes of collectors. Its bold design and rarity made it the object of obsession for luxury car aficionados.

Rumor had it that the Night’s Child owned by the world’s richest man wasn’t for sale at any price—even an offer of five hundred million had been refused.

Its value had long since surpassed its original price.

“Don’t be impatient. You’ll see it soon enough,” Lin Fan said, his expression unchanged.

In truth, he didn’t care much for the Night’s Child, nor was he trying to show off. After a few drives, he’d realized that supercars were ill-suited for crowded city streets. They belonged on the open highway, racing with the wind. In the city, an SUV was far more practical—better visibility, easier to handle the roads.

At that moment, Lei Hao couldn’t help but scoff.

“Ouyang Qi, your new boyfriend seems to enjoy telling tall tales. The Night’s Child in his hands? That’s the funniest joke I’ve ever heard.”

The others nodded, sharing the sentiment.

Even Ouyang Xiaojun regarded Lin Fan with a peculiar look, as if questioning his identity.

He didn’t know who Lin Fan was; neither Ouyang Qi nor Su Juanmo had mentioned him before. Although he was Ouyang Qi’s brother, they didn’t live together. Today was the first time in two months they’d seen each other, so he had no idea about Lin Fan’s background.

In fact, only Su Juanmo and Ouyang Qi refrained from mocking Lin Fan.

“Calling you frogs at the bottom of a well is almost too kind. Do you even know who bought out the Imperial Group?”

“Don’t tell me it was him too?” Lei Hao widened his eyes, putting on a look of disbelief before bursting out laughing.

“She’s not joking,” Su Juanmo suddenly spoke up.

The laughter died instantly.

Lei Hao and the others froze, their faces a mix of incredulity and uncertainty.

They all knew Su Juanmo’s personality—she never joked.

If what these two women said was true, then the clowns in this scene were themselves.

Lin Fan turned to Ouyang Xiaojun and spoke again. “Mr. Ouyang, why not sell me that Pagani Huayra? Name your price—I’ll give it to Su Juanmo as a gift. I can transfer the money right now.”

Ouyang Xiaojun stared at him in a daze, unable to recover his composure for a long while.

Seeing this, Ouyang Qi grabbed his arm, quickly reminding him, “Brother, what are you waiting for? This is the first sale since the dealership opened—you can’t let it slip away! Lin Fan is a tycoon among tycoons!”

Though suspicion lingered in his heart, he chose to believe that his sister and Su Juanmo would not joke about such things.

Within two hours of opening, their first major customer had arrived. Anyone else would have treated Lin Fan like a god.

With that, Ouyang Xiaojun led everyone to the garage behind the sales hall.

Once the staff rolled the sixty-million-yuan Pagani Huayra out of its shipping container, Ouyang Xiaojun immediately presented the prepared sales contract, insurance, and all necessary documents to Lin Fan with both hands.

“This is a gift for Miss Su. She should sign; I’ll take care of the payment,” Lin Fan replied calmly, arms folded.

Awkward, Ouyang Xiaojun turned to Su Juanmo.

She, too, remained composed, picking up the pen and signing her name on the contract.

Without another word, Lin Fan took out his phone and transferred seventy million yuan into Ouyang Xiaojun’s account—the car’s price plus insurance and taxes totalled exactly seventy million.

When Ouyang Xiaojun saw the bank’s notification, he was once again left in shock.

He’d transferred the money without a second thought—clean, decisive, the very image of a tycoon!

The others stood frozen, faces filled with disbelief.

Ouyang Qi was even more envious, unable to contain herself.

“Wow! Cousin, I’m so jealous—you get a house, and now a car... Why don’t I ever have such good fortune?”

“Lin Fan, can you buy me one too? It doesn’t have to be that expensive—ten million will do! I only have a BMW worth less than a million, but if you gave me a Ferrari, I’d do anything you wanted!”

“Ouyang Qi, must you be so materialistic? You’re practically blinded by money!” Ouyang Xiaojun was the first to object.

To ask someone for a ten-million-yuan supercar outright—how was that any different from selling yourself?

Lin Fan grinned. “No problem. I’ll buy one for you under Su Juanmo’s name. Not just ten million—even thirty million is fine. Ask if she’s willing.”

With that, he turned to Su Juanmo.

Seeing this, Ouyang Qi immediately threw herself at her cousin, pleading with all her might.

“Cousin, please say yes? Lin Fan adores you—he treats you like a goddess, so compassionate and kind. Pity me, your poor cousin who can’t even afford a supercar. How can I keep up in our social circle? How will I ever find a suitable husband...?”

“All right, I’ll let him buy you one. Just stop being so melodramatic—behave yourself. People are watching,” said Su Juanmo, helpless in the face of her cousin’s antics.

With her agreement, Ouyang Qi quickly picked out a red Ferrari.

Once again, Lin Fan transferred the funds to Ouyang Xiaojun’s account—fourteen million in total.

The two cars together cost eighty-four million.

In less than ten minutes, nearly a hundred million yuan had landed in Ouyang Xiaojun’s account!

He stood there, more stunned than anyone else.

The others could only look embarrassed and at a loss for words—truly so shocked they couldn’t speak.

Lin Fan hadn’t even blinked when transferring the money, nor did he try to bargain.

Anyone familiar with the industry knew there was a hefty premium on luxury cars, and you could always negotiate. But Lin Fan never even asked the price; all along, it was Ouyang Xiaojun who recited the insurance and tax details, and Lin Fan simply transferred the money without hesitation.

Smooth and decisive.

If it were them, they’d haggle for ages over a ten-million-yuan car and agonize over payment.

They felt as if Lin Fan had slapped them across the face.

More and more, they believed all those things Ouyang Qi had said.

“Wow, Lin Fan, thank you for such a wonderful gift... mwah!” Having signed the contract, Ouyang Qi couldn’t resist planting a kiss on Lin Fan’s cheek.

Her affection soared to seventy!

Lin Fan, however, immediately glanced at Su Juanmo, wondering if her impression of him would drop after witnessing this.

Fortunately, Su Juanmo showed no sign of jealousy—her affection remained at fifteen.

This left Lin Fan feeling somewhat wounded.

He’d done so much, yet her feelings hadn’t budged in the slightest!