Mixed In the United States As a Local Tyrant

  Chapter 19 Confident Roger

Under the guidance of Jenny, he drove to a street a few kilometers away from the exhibition area, found an empty parking space and parked on the side of the road. The area, whether it is public security or personnel quality, is very good.

If it was an area where blacks or Mexicans were concentrated, he really wouldn't dare to park the car on the side of the road in such a ostentatious way. He probably turned around and came back, and the four wheels would turn into bricks... He and Jenny walked into the place she said In that restaurant that has really good ice cream.

The waiter gave him an empty seat and sat down. An Feng habitually looked at this trendy restaurant. His first impression was that it was clean. Although there were many people, every seat was clean and bright. Other restaurants he had been to The restaurant is the same, even though it is simple, it is kept clean and hygienic.

  Jenny took the menu and ordered one item, and then recommended several to the hesitant An Feng. After the waiter left, she said with a smile: "Desserts have an irresistible temptation for me. Everywhere I go, I will delve into the delicious ones, and then drag Cathy to eat until my mouth feels numb."

   "Sounds so cute." An Feng said.

  Jenny recalled all over her face: "It happened a long time ago, Cathy was like a sister, she was very accommodating to me, but unfortunately she didn't have a chance to accompany me out at noon."

   "You have a successful career, you should understand her, maybe she also wants to accompany you out." An Feng said.

  Jenny smiled: "Yes, she has her own dream, and I should wish her to realize it sooner."

  An Feng looked at her: "What about you? Life in Hollywood must be wonderful, right?"

  Jenny shook her head: "The competition is too fierce and there is a lot of pressure."

"You are so beautiful, I guess the chance must be greater than others." An Feng looked at her. She was young, with a good figure, a sweet smile, and a pair of long legs. If you put on high heels, you are no worse than those who walk the red carpet. The long legs on the Internet The blond stunner with a thin waist, isn't that what you're talking about?

Jenny shook her head: "When all the handsome men and women with dreams in the world are crowded into this place, even the best advantages will become ordinary. There will always be someone who is better than you and better than you. Almost everyone There are conditions for fame, but there is just a lack of opportunity."

   "Have you ever thought about changing your way of life?" An Feng asked.

She shook her head: "No, this is my wish since I was a child. As an actor, even if I can't be known everywhere, I will try my best to show myself under the camera. I have been trying for two years, and I am still Young, I believe that there will always be opportunities, as long as I can grasp them."

   "That's right, I believe you will succeed sooner or later." An Feng wished.

   "Thank you." She smiled, "I said so much about myself, what about you? Where are you from? China, Korea, or RB?"

   "Guess." An Feng took a sip of the ice cream that had just been served on the table. It tasted so good that he couldn't help but use a spoon to dig another spoonful and bring it to his mouth.

   "Huh, China?" she said.

   "Bingo." An Feng nodded.

   "Because there are the most Chinese people and they are very rich. I can't see the former, but you fit the latter. I have a high chance of hitting this one." She added with a smile.

   "Smart girl." An Feng laughed.

She added: "But I think you are very special. If you haven't met and judged by your accent, I would think you are an old British gentleman who wears a suit all year round and leans on crutches. Your British accent is too authentic." From the pronunciation, it is absolutely impossible to guess that it will be an Asian with a comfortable life."

"My original accent was not like this, but I had a very good teacher, and she let me correct it." Speaking of this, Joanna's stubbornness and seriousness came to An Feng's mind. She was almost obsessive-compulsive and The desire to control asked An Feng to correct his accent.

   "Then your teacher must be great." Jenny said.

   “Indeed, she inspired me a lot.”

  After enjoying the dessert, I strolled on the street and visited Harley's store. Not only motorcycles, but also clothes, hats and ornaments, which conveyed Harley's culture. An Feng saw a shoulder strap made of bullets, wearing it on his body, wearing a half helmet and driving a Harley must be cool.

I also found various models of car models in a nearby toy store. The styles range from classic cars to sports cars. The workmanship is exquisite, and some are limited editions. Just as Bao couldn't move his feet, he couldn't help but also shot.

   Go back before the auction in the afternoon. The number of tourists visiting in the afternoon is more intensive. Even in the weather in August, the tourists are still enthusiastic.

   While continuing to visit the auto show, a voice came from behind An Feng.

   "Hey, An? No, no, Feng?" Hearing the strange name behind him, An Feng turned his head in doubt. Now everyone who knows him calls him Bruce.

   "It's me! Roger!" A guy in a shirt and cropped pants came up behind him, and he took off his sunglasses, revealing the face he had seen several times.

   "Oh! It's you! Did we meet in New York?" An Feng suddenly realized, didn't he meet Anthony and Roger when he came to America for the first time? They facilitated my emigration and gave me a lot of help. Of course, I also paid a lot of money.

  Roger smiled and shook hands with him: "Yes, long time no see, how are you doing recently?"

   "Not bad." An Feng said, introducing Jenny: "This is my friend, Jenny."

   "Hi." Jenny greeted him.

   "Hi, girl!" Roger smiled, "Is there anything you can gain from coming here? There will be a car auction later, do you want to be together?"

  An Feng asked Jenny with his eyes, she nodded, and An Feng said, "Okay, no problem."

They followed Roger to the entrance of the auction, and a beautiful black-haired Latina beauty stepped forward to hold his arm intimately. The four of them didn't need any inspection, and they were invited in with Roger's face. I found the auditorium near the front with the widest view.

   "Wow, this location is really good!" Jenny fiddled with her camera happily.

  An Feng himself has an invitation, but it is not as good as Roger's position. After sitting down, Roger called the waiter over and brought a glass of champagne, and An Feng casually ordered a glass of martini. Roger took a sip, happily put it on the bracket next to the seat, and said with a smile, "Drink champagne to celebrate in advance!"

  An Feng laughed dumbfounded, I really admire this guy's self-confidence.

  Roger asked him: "What kind of car do you like? There are some important events tonight. I finally waited for a vacation, just for it."

  An Feng said: "There is nothing on the list that I want. I like the three supercars today. Oh, thanks to your service, I ordered a P1 for me last time."

"This kind of service is rare, but if you want, I can help you get an invitation for a Porsche 918, and I can also get an advanced order. As for LaFerrari, it is a bit troublesome. Ferrari has too many rules, but there is no way, people The customer base is strong, and its own quality is high, so you don’t need to look at anyone’s face.”

   "Can you get an order for 918?" An Feng confirmed.

   "Of course, Porsche is as proud as ever. Both the P1 and Rafa are limited to three or four hundred units. It dares to make 918 units. It is hard to guarantee that it will repeat the mistakes of the Carrera GT."

An Feng agrees with him, he has heard of the Carrera GT, and the 918 is its successor. At that time, due to Porsche's overconfidence, a limited number of 1,500 units were sold. Unfortunately, until the production of this model was discontinued, only 1,270 units were delivered. , What is the difference between the so-called limited and mass production?

   "I have to celebrate this in advance." An Feng picked up the wine glass, smiled and touched Roger. The auction then kicked off.

  The previous auctions were all classic cars, the models were really rare, An Feng only recognized a few models with his eyes wide open, and the prices were not too eye-catching, and some were sold for six to seven hundred thousand. Roger beside him watched calmly until a white and blue sports car appeared.

Roger said excitedly: "Yes! That's it! Maserati MC12, I like it, uses the chassis of Ferrari ENZO, superb! Even this model of car can only be driven on the track! But today's car is an exception, it is Small batches that meet road driving standards."

   "COOL!" An Feng praised, the racing car can legally go on the road, absolutely amazing.

   "The starting price is 1.8 million US dollars, buddy, you are going to bleed." He glanced at the quotation, but it is not difficult for the rich second generation, right?

  Unexpectedly, Roger frowned when he heard this: "I paid a lot of money to buy it—there will be a false idea that I won't be able to move other cars for a while."

  An Feng didn't believe it, and Roger said not at all strangely: "Please, I'm not as rich as you, and I have to work hard for half a year to buy a car."

   "I didn't say I would be able to afford the price, did I?" An Feng said innocently.

   "Hey!" Roger touched him with his arm and smiled all over his face, "But you are my big client, a billionaire, so I don't believe you!"

  The next step is to compare the price between Roger and others. The price increases are relatively slow, but for a sports car with a lot of room for appreciation, it is still worth investing in. At first glance, Roger seems impulsive, but he compares it to an investment other than a hobby, and he has his own psychological tolerance for the price.

  After a few times of confrontation and price increase, Roger took the bid at a price of 2.6 million without any risk. He hugged An Feng excitedly, and then went to kiss his female companion.

"Congratulations!"

   "Great!" Roger smiled, "If the other party adds another 100,000, I have no choice but to say goodbye to it, even though it is very likable."

   "Perhaps the other party has reached the limit, and you are more calm." An Feng said.

   "Well said." Roger agreed with An Feng.

   After the show, Jenny went to find her good sister and agreed to meet at the exit. An Feng was taken by Roger to the base camp of the participating dealers, where he met those luxury car exhibitors and handed business cards to each other, but An Feng did not bring a business card. Roger called out his own card.

   It only takes a few minutes, basically just to say hello, leave a name to make him familiar, and when it's over, Roger takes him away.

  An Feng asked: "Is that all?"

  Roger stopped and said with a smile: "As long as you pay 900,000 US dollars, the problem with the car will be settled. Don't you want to dance with them and play golf?"

   "NO, NO, that's not what I meant." An Feng shook his head.

  Roger said: "It's that simple, it's not worth spending too much time on them. If it was their boss, I might spend more time."

   He and Roger meet Jenny and her friends at the exit.

   "Hi, this is my friend Bruce, she is my good friend Cathy." Jenny introduced a tall black-haired beauty beside her.

   "Hello!" Cathy greeted with a smile.

  Roger also responded with a smile. He made a suggestion: "How about we go have a drink nearby? I just know that there is a good private club."

   Everyone looked at each other, and there was no opinion.

  (end of this chapter)