Leaving the Inner Ring Expressway and arriving at the suburbs.
Lu Beifeng drove the sports car all the way. The houses on both sides of the road gradually became fewer and fewer, and there were only a few street lights.
Although we were heading in a remote direction, the road became smoother and smoother. Under the illumination of the street lights, we could vaguely see traces of tire friction on some corners.
There is a small hill ahead, and there are several car lights chasing each other halfway up the mountain. They shuttle through the mountain at extremely fast speeds. As they get closer, they seem to hear the roar of the engine and the rapid screeching of tires.
Lan Qimeng was full of curiosity: "Is there someone racing on the mountain?"
Lu Beifeng nodded and said, "Don't worry about them, they are a bunch of well-fed second generation rich people."
The vast majority of the rich second generation will never be able to surpass the achievements of their parents in their lifetime.
How can they, who have been well-fed and well-fed since childhood and praised by the people around them as the pride of heaven, accept this injustice? Naturally, they will not be convinced and want to prove themselves.
The imagination is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.
They have tried and been severely beaten by society. They know their own weakness and have no choice but to admit this fact.
Some are sinking, drunk and dreaming to death.
Some began to pursue excitement and went crazy to death.
Qin Hu is an epitome of the second generation of Yunyun.
The vast majority of extreme sports people in the world are the second generation of rich people. They do drag racing, cross-country skydiving, and wingsuit flying. Ordinary people don't have the spare money to do these things.
The poor are rich in literature and martial arts, and the poor are rich in reading and want to die. Our ancestors understood this truth many years ago.
"You like drag racing?"
"Not interested in."
Lu Beifeng shook his head and chuckled. He had not enjoyed enough of the colorful world. He put an end to all acts of seeking death.
There are roadblocks at the foot of the mountain and a security room.
The entire mountain is rented in the name of an amusement park and is surrounded by iron railings. There are more than thirty security personnel to prevent any strangers from visiting.
"Director Lu."
When the security personnel saw that the visitor was Lu Beifeng, they greeted him respectfully, without checking, and directly opened the door to let him through.
Lu Beifeng nodded and drove in.
There are two roads at the entrance. On the left is the Minglou Palace Club that leads directly to the mountainside, and on the right is the mountain racing track that leads to nine twists and turns.
Driving a short distance to the left, you can hear passionate music and a very attractive fragrance.
A Suzhou garden-style building appeared in front of it, built against the mountain, with a plaque hanging above the door.
Minglou Palace.
In front of the gate is an open-air square, clean, tidy, spacious and bright, like a sports car exhibition, with dozens of sports cars parked around it.
Four 100-inch screens were set up in the center of the square. The pictures showed several sports cars chasing each other on the mountain, and passionate music was playing at the same time.
On the side of the screen, there are several pilots wearing FPV glasses, operating a traversing machine with the fastest speed of 230km/h to follow and take pictures in real time.
There were dozens of men and women present, sitting around drinking and chatting. Judging from their clothing, they were all rich or noble.
There are barbecue chefs and waiters on standby around the square, and drinks and barbecue are available on the table.
Lan Qimeng's breathing became a little more rapid, and what she saw along the way refreshed her knowledge.
She was a little curious. When Lu Beifeng drove a sports car here, the atmosphere seemed to become a little strange.
Much like a noisy class, the head teacher suddenly appeared at the door.
Lan Qimeng could feel that Lu Beifeng had a high status here, so she secretly glanced at him and was delighted. This man really gave her surprises all the time.
When everyone saw Lu Beifeng getting out of the car, they all greeted him warmly with smiles on their faces: "Beifeng, here you go." "Beifeng, long time no see."
"Um."
Lu Beifeng responded with a smile, took Lan Qimeng's hand and walked to the barbecue, turned around and asked, "What do you want to eat?"
Lan Qimeng whispered: "It doesn't matter, you just arrange it."
Lu Beifeng told the barbecue chef: "Ten skewers of beef, a dozen oysters and two eggplants. Don't make it too spicy."
"Okay, Director Lu, please sit down first."
The barbecue chef immediately took out the ingredients from the freezer. The beef was 5A grade Wagyu beef, cut into large dices and paired with green and red peppers. The oysters were French Ginado that had just been flown in in the afternoon and cost thousands of dollars.
Lu Beifeng randomly found an unoccupied place and sat down. Lan Qimeng sat next to him, looking a little reserved.
"Drink some wine and relax. These people don't have more eyes or hands than others."
Lu Beifeng held his slim waist and whispered in her ear, beckoning to the waiter who was waiting nearby, asking him to take out a few bottles of beer from the ice bucket and open the lid of the wine.
Lu Beifeng took a sip himself and said jokingly: "Do you need me to feed you?"
As he said that, he put his face close to Lan Qimeng. Lan Qimeng didn't refuse. After drinking some wine, her little face was rosy and cute, and her mood was not as tense as before.
She asked softly: "Is this yours?"
Lu Beifeng was not surprised that she would ask this question, and said with a smile: "I have some shares, but I am not in charge of the day-to-day management."
The Minglou Palace Club was founded by him, Zhou Chongming and Qin Hu.
Lu Beifeng and Zhou Chongming both hold 30% of the shares, while Qin Hu holds 40%. Qin Hu was also the leader at the beginning.
Established more than two years ago, it is considered a gathering place for leisure and fun for the second generation in the Yangtze River Delta region.
The annual membership fee per person is as high as 3 million, but even with this, it can barely maintain a balance of payments.
They don't expect to make any money from this place, they just want to create a place where they can spend some boring time.
Lan Qimeng blinked her eyes and secretly said, "You are really amazing."
Lu Beifeng smiled and said, "Don't you already know whether it's powerful or not?"
Lan Qimeng pursed her lips and said full of temptation: "I want to experience it again."
Lu Beifeng pinched her cheek and said softly: "The night is long, don't worry about this moment."
Suddenly a screen in the center of the square flickered, and then a snowflake pattern of signal loss appeared.
There was a burst of laughter from the crowd: "Hahaha, the plane exploded again. It's true that people are addicted to food."
Lu Beifeng's eyes were drawn towards him, and only then did he realize that one of the traversing machine pilots was actually Qin Dahubi, who was seriously injured and could not get out of the firing line.
Qin Hu also noticed Lu Beifeng, who struggled to stand up with the help of others, walked over with a cane, and said with a smile: "Brother Feng, when did you come here?"
Lu Beifeng pushed him a bottle of beer, touched the bottle lightly and said, "We just arrived, come here for a late-night snack, and then go to the hot springs to relax later."
There is a hot spring on the mountain, and many supporting facilities have been built around this spring.
Lu Beifeng came here just because he wanted to soak in the hot springs, otherwise he rarely came here at night.
Qin Hu groaned and drank, his eyes always fixed on the Pagani Zonda, a sports car driven by Lu Beifeng.
When he thought about the world's top sports car, which most likely had never experienced scenery above 120km/h, he felt heartbroken. What a cruel thing.
Lu Beifeng knocked on the table with his car keys and said with a teasing smile: "Stop looking and drive your time-travel machine."
Qin Hu was the first to take a fancy to this car, but he couldn't afford that much money for a while, so Lu Beifeng stopped him.
Afterwards, he was very upset and made several insinuations to take over, but Lu Beifeng never agreed.
"A shameful waste."
Qin Hu sighed, shook his head and left, continuing to play with his time travel machine.
I have never looked at Lan Qimeng from the beginning to the end. It's not that she is not beautiful enough, it's just that to them, no matter how beautiful she is, she is just like that.
In fact, in the eyes of rich second generations like them, women are always the lowest in terms of necessary needs.
It is indispensable, but there are also many beautiful women in the world, so there is no need to have any thoughts about women as friends or partners.