The Wealthy Tycoon's Game of Life-Chapter 339 - 175 Let’s go eat duck! (Requesting monthly tickets)_3

At the end of the conversation, Zhou Wang patted the other person on the shoulder meaningfully.

Yu Fei was a bit puzzled, not knowing why Zhou Wang would suddenly say this, but at the moment, he was full of gratitude, so he just laughed heartily, "Brother Dog, what you said, even if there’s only a small chance, and some misunderstanding causes us any unpleasantness, if I still nitpick with you, would I even be human?"

That’s hard to say, after all, in the future... I might hit on your sister.

Zhou Wang silently added in his heart, but didn’t say more on the topic.

After exchanging a few words with Zhou Wang, Yu Fei left first, while Zhou Wang stayed back to participate in the club’s follow-up activities, thanks to Zhang Zhiyuan and the others’ enthusiastic invitation.

After shooting the breeze a bit more, Zhou Wang had a better understanding of the Super Car Club. In fact, compared to a regular car club, it wasn’t all that different; most of the time, the activities were more like social gatherings...

Like going to see a stand-up comedy show together, or watching a sports game, or playing golf. In the evening, it would be the usual trifecta: eating, singing, and drinking.

"Hey, I have a question that’s been bugging me."

While having a good time chatting with everyone, Zhou Wang smiled and asked, "Do girls really just hop into your cars when you’re out driving?"

"No way, that’s all nonsense you see online. I’ve never seen it happen..."

"Me neither. Sure, we get a lot of looks, but the kind of eager girls you’re talking about, never seen it."

"I’ve been single for two years now, feels like I bought a fake Lamborghini..."

"Hahaha, nowadays, girls have high standards, the prettier they are, the even higher. I mean, whenever I watch those online videos, I wonder why I never see any beautiful women throwing themselves at me..."

"You’re talking about that ’King of Players’ or whatever, right? Haha, I feel his videos are more marketing. Of course, maybe he’s got the skills, and we just don’t know how to utilize our resources..."

On this topic, everyone had a lot to say. The bottom line seemed to be not to believe everything online.

And these second-generation rich kids were more cautious when out picking up girls—they were wary of emotional entanglements. According to them, instead of dating, a straightforward experience is more enjoyable...

After shooting the breeze, when it looked like time was up, Zhang Zhiyuan clapped his hands to interrupt everyone: "Alright, everyone, let’s go; it’s time to live up to the appointment. Time to test your cars’ performance!"

"Oh crap, let’s go, let’s go!"

"Haha, this is what we came for, finally!"

Seeing everyone get up excitedly, Zhou Wang was a bit confused.

"What’s going on?"

"Brother Dog, you were just telling me you came to the Super Car Club and didn’t even get to see a track. Well, don’t say I didn’t live up to you; I actually found a temporary track. Want to go check it out?"

Zhang Zhiyuan said with a smile.

"Oh, there really is a track?"

Zhou Wang was a bit disappointed, because the rumored Super Car Club didn’t quite match what he imagined or how it was described in many novels.

He didn’t see any "Fast & Furious" scenes at all.

Now hearing what Zhang Zhiyuan said, his interest was piqued.

In a burst of excitement, about thirty people left the factory building, each heading to their cars. With Tang Yiming’s Lamborghini Huracan leading the way, Zhou Wang drove his newly acquired McLaren P1, while the 812C was given to Miao Ying to drive.

As for the Mercedes-AMG, it had to be left at the factory for now, because Zhou Wang hadn’t expected to pick up two cars at once and only brought one driver with him...

The track Zhang Zhiyuan mentioned was very close to the club, right under the Guangwei Overpass in Ming City. However, upon arriving, Zhou Wang was a bit dumbfounded.

This is the so-called track?

From the surface, except for being a bit small, it met all the characteristics of a track—about 10 meters wide, with straightaways, complex turns, U-turns—all of it...

But clearly, it wasn’t completed yet. There weren’t even any lines painted, and the grass wasn’t laid out either.

"Isn’t the environment a bit too crude?"

After observing for a while, Zhou Wang couldn’t help but grit his teeth.

"No choice. Ever since the Feng Xiong track mysteriously shut down overnight, there hasn’t been a decent track in Ming City. The closest is over a hundred kilometers away in Xun County, and that’s just a small track..."

Mentioning this, Zhang Zhiyuan sighed, "That’s why I’ve made building a new track the club’s top priority since its founding, because there really is a lack of a large track in our Yunan Province!"

"This tiny, unmarked track in front of us was found after a lot of inquiries. I managed to get in touch with the project manager after some effort and gave a good amount of benefit to gain permission to use it for a day..."

Listening to Zhang Zhiyuan’s helpless complaints, Zhou Wang had to admit he felt a bit of admiration for him knowing the backstory.

At least from what he’d heard, Zhang Zhiyuan genuinely wanted to develop the 77 Super Car Club into a national top-tier club and improve the Southwest Region’s competitiveness in the field. Big ambitions indeed.

While a few of them were still chatting away on the bare yellow dirt, Tang Yiming, who was coordinating a host of supercars entering the track and making sure everyone got a chance to run a couple of laps, suddenly came running over.