I confess, I am the Mr. Richest-Chapter 451: Still Competing?

Especially the first few identities stunned Wan Zhengxin.

Prada, Ferrari...

Earlier, he had talked tough, saying he wanted to see which "immortal" dared to touch his car.

Unexpectedly, he really encountered an "immortal."

This long list of identities was too shocking!

A layer of cold sweat appeared on Wan Zhengxin’s forehead, and chills ran down his back.

Contrary to what everyone imagined, it wasn’t Chu Chen who thought he was finished this time; it was Wan Zhengxin.

Recalling his earlier arrogance and disregard, Wan Zhengxin’s legs couldn’t help but tremble.

Was he really so disrespectful to such a big shot?!

Wasn’t this courting death?

Wan Zhengxin felt like crying without tears; he had never thought such a big shot would appear in this mid-range neighborhood.

Moreover, this big shot was so young; it defied common sense.

"Wan Zong, Wan Zong...?"

Seeing Wan Zhengxin standing still like a "statue," the driver next to him whispered.

What happened to Wan Zong?

The people nearby were also a bit confused.

"Kid, hurry up and apologize to Wan Zong."

Relying on Wan Zhengxin being by his side, the driver scolded Chu Chen, acting tyrannical.

"Shut up."

Suddenly, before Chu Chen could speak, Wan Zhengxin spoke first.

"Kid, did you hear that? Wan Zong told you to shut up."

The driver continued to scold Chu Chen.

He thought Wan Zhengxin’s words were directed at Chu Chen.

"I told you to shut up."

This time, Wan Zhengxin almost yelled at the driver.

"Me, shut up?"

Watching Wan Zhengxin’s fierce look, as if he would eat him, the driver was dumbfounded.

Under everyone’s gaze, Wan Zhengxin came respectfully beside Chu Chen and humbly said:

"I was blind and didn’t recognize Mr. Chu. Please forgive me."

Wan Zhengxin apologized to Chu Chen, doing his utmost to make up for his previous mistake.

Blind?

Mr. Chu?

Please forgive me?

Everyone was confused by Wan Zhengxin’s words; were they hallucinating?

The one apologizing now was a big shot in Shanghai, and it was the infamous Wan Zhengxin.

And not this young man?

Moreover, Wan Zhengxin looked respectful, as if a junior greeting a senior?

Beside them, the driver, after hearing Wan Zhengxin’s words, was as if struck by lightning—what was going on?

What was going on?!

The dignified Wan Zong actually apologized to this kid, and with such humility?

Was this world going crazy?!

"You are too kind, no need to compensate. It was my Rolls-Royce’s honor to be moved aside by you; I’m not grateful enough."

"How could I let you pay, you’re too kind."

In an instant, Wan Zhengxin’s attitude changed drastically.

Everyone was once again astounded by Wan Zhengxin’s words.

It was the Rolls-Royce’s honor?!

What kind of big shot was this young man to make Wan Zhengxin act like this?

"Also, I will fully cover all the losses from this fire, as well as the medical expenses for the injured!"

"To make up for the previous mistake."

Wan Zhengxin added.

"Mr. Wan should be more cautious when hiring drivers; not just anyone should be hired."

Chu Chen spoke.

"I understand, I understand. Please rest assured, Mr. Chu, I will deal with it as soon as I get back."

Wan Zhengxin nodded repeatedly, understanding what Chu Chen meant.

Thud!

Wan Zhengxin’s driver collapsed directly to the ground; since Wan Zong said so, he would likely be in serious trouble.

Dozens of minutes later, the fire was extinguished.

Although there were injuries, fortunately, no one died.

The fat man went to find his girlfriend, and Chu Chen returned to the Tang Palace.

Today’s affairs were concluded.

After this incident, the future "mother-in-law" of the fat man would certainly be polite to him.

...

The next day, Chu Chen drove and took Han Shishi to tour several major institutions in Shanghai.

Han Shishi was about to fill out her volunteer applications, but she had not yet decided which school to attend.

Accompanied by Han Shishi, Chu Chen visited several well-known universities in Shanghai.

After finishing their tour, the two were about to leave.

At this time, a black McLaren slowly drove over.

"Hey, beautiful, can I have your WeChat?"

The car window rolled down, and a playboy wearing sunglasses straightforwardly flirted with Han Shishi.

"Hey, beautiful, haven’t you ridden in a sports car before?"

"A McLaren worth several million, how about a spin?"

The playboy was showing off.

Chu Chen didn’t speak, he just gently pressed the car key.

Beep beep.

In the next second, the door of the Ferrari parked not far away opened.

Seeing this, the playboy was at a loss for words, extremely awkward.

The Ferrari model Chu Chen had was priced at nearly five million, while the playboy’s McLaren was only four million.

Chu Chen and Han Shishi got into the car and left.

Watching Chu Chen drive away, the playboy’s face was frighteningly dark; humiliating, it was so damn humiliating.

Wasn’t it just a Ferrari?!

"Damn."

"I need to get my face back."

The playboy cursed angrily; of course, he also wanted to get Han Shishi’s WeChat.

Having said that, the playboy immediately dialed a number.

He was, after all, a director of Shanghai’s Feiyun Supercar Club.

"Get everyone to bring their cars, we’re going to block that kid."

Making calls while driving, the playboy pursued Chu Chen.

Chu Chen parked the car in front of a restaurant and went to eat with Han Shishi.

The playboy waited outside.

Twenty minutes later, the roar of engines came, and a convoy of over twenty supercars drove up in grand style.

"Brother Lin, I brought everyone."

A young man stepped out of a Lamborghini from the convoy and said courteously to the playboy.

"Well, when he comes out, he’ll definitely be too shocked to know where north is."

Looking at the convoy of over twenty club supercars, the playboy nodded in satisfaction, full of pride.

After waiting for another half an hour, Chu Chen and Han Shishi finally came out of the restaurant.

Seeing the more than twenty supercars in front of the restaurant, Han Shishi was stunned.

"Kid, have you ever seen so many supercars?"

The playboy shouted provocatively.

With more than twenty supercars backing him, the playboy instantly became bold, feeling on top of the world.

Once, when sober, he felt like he owned Shanghai; after drinking, Shanghai was his for certain.

Yet now, without having drunk, he felt like Shanghai was his.

"Is this many?"

Chu Chen calmly replied.

As soon as Chu Chen finished speaking, the unique roar of supercars sounded.

In the next second, a grand procession of nearly a hundred supercars drove over.

There were so many cars, the procession had to park far away.

"President."

"Hello, President."

The drivers got out of their cars and, seeing Chu Chen, greeted him loudly.

Looking at these nearly one hundred supercars, the playboy was completely dumbfounded—this...

How could it be possible?

"Still want to compete?"

Chu Chen asked lightly.

"No competition, no need, big brother, father, grandpa, I concede, I concede!"

Swallowing hard, the playboy was already scared senseless.

How could he compete anymore?!

He was completely outmatched.

Terrifying, nearly a hundred supercars, what kind of "immortal convoy" was this?

Scary as hell!