Deities Are All Just My Food
Chapter 476 - 216 Class Reunion_1

Chapter 476: Chapter 216 Class Reunion_1

After a brief chat, Qian Jiahui hung up the phone, "He said he’s almost here, three minutes!"

"Xu Daguan really has the nerve, making so many people wait!"

Liu Yu complained.

No one else took up the conversation. To everyone, as long as it wasn’t over half an hour, it was bearable.

A few minutes later, a brand new BMW 3 Series arrived and stopped in front of the crowd.

The blue paint job shone brilliantly under the afternoon sun, casting a mesmerizing hue, and combined with the luxury car attributes, it instantly attracted a lot of attention.

Xu Daguan got out and deliberately slammed the door with force.

Bang!

The sound was simply beautiful, especially after it drew the looks of the surrounding beauties, it felt even better.

"Sorry, the paperwork at the 4S shop took too long, which delayed me. I’m late, so I’ll punish myself with three drinks at dinner tonight," Xu Daguan declared, clenching his fists in apology, sporting a pair of brown sunglasses in a show-off manner.

Without engaging him in conversation, everyone glanced at Xu Daguan, then at the luxury car beside him.

Did he mean to say he just bought this car?

Show off!

"Mister Official, you didn’t just buy this, did you?"

Zhang Zhixu found it hard to believe. He knew Xu Daguan was into live streaming and had hundreds of thousands of followers, making twenty thousand a month should be no problem, but buying a BMW seemed too extravagant, right?

"Yep!"

Xu Daguan quietly let out a sigh of relief; he was afraid no one would take up his conversational gambit—how else could he show off? "Not bad, huh?"

Slap slap!

Xu Daguan patted the car’s roof.

"Impressive!"

Zhang Zhixu gave a thumbs up. He originally wanted to say that Xu was probably the first person in their class to afford a luxury car on his own, but considering Qian Jiahui’s feelings, he didn’t say it.

After all, in Zhang Zhixu’s mind, Qian Jiahui, who was a second-generation rich kid, was someone he couldn’t afford to offend.

"Heh, just so-so."

As Xu Daguan spoke, his eyes hidden behind the sunglasses, he discreetly sized up the girls.

Zhou Zhou’s face was full of shock and envy, her expression that of a smitten fan, clearly overwhelmed by her own excellence. Liu Zilu wasn’t looking at the BMW, but rather at herself—was she evaluating whether it was worth it to be his girlfriend?

Xu Daguan knew he was a bit uglier than the average person, so to win the favor of beautiful women, he had to make other efforts.

Bai Jiao took a good look at him for the first time, ha ha,

Awesome!

Ji Xinyan, what’s wrong with you? Why are you looking at Lin Baici?

I descended with a BMW luxury car on a rainbow cloud, and still can’t get a second glance from you?

As for the other girls, they were curious and surprised. Probably after today, they would develop a keen interest in the live broadcasting industry.

But sisters, making money in this line isn’t easy.

"How much?"

Liu Zilu casually posed the question.

"Just under four hundred thousand. Couldn’t afford a high-end model; after all, I have to save some money for giveaways to the fans in my live streams," Xu Daguan said, seizing the opportunity to show off, as he was a natural social butterfly.

He bought the car on a loan, but that was his secret. No one knew the main purpose for buying it was to make it easier to pick up girls during his four years of college.

Let’s not talk about a hundred people, but at least completing half of that.

Hearing the price, many classmates fell silent. It was just too expensive. With their parents’ income, they’d have to work for many years without spending on anything to save up that amount of money.

"Old White, let’s partner up. With my marketing skills, your talent, plus Brother Qian’s financial power, we could build a hit IP in less than half a year. Then, with all the advertising money, making a million a year would be no problem!"

Xu Daguan took the chance to persuade, "Don’t just think about BMW 3 Series; even a Mercedes S-Class would be within easy reach!"

Snort!

Ji Xinyan couldn’t help but chuckle. Lin Baici didn’t have a Mercedes S-Class, but he did have a Mercedes AMG E63S worth two million.

As for making a million a year?

Lin Baici could probably reach that amount by casually dating a few sugar mamas.

Sigh!

Thinking about this, Ji Xinyan sighed. She had considered, out of boredom in college, that she might court Lin Baici; even with her allowance, she could afford to keep him, a good-looking man. Later on, she would have Lin Baici work out every day and stay handsome just for her viewing pleasure, but now...

Who knew he was a hidden rich second-generation?

To tell the truth, Ji Xinyan would rather Lin Baici be good for nothing except for his looks and physique because the Lin Baici of now, she felt, was out of her league.

"What’s the situation?"

Zhang Zhixu was curious.

Fang Mingyuan explained that Xu Daguan wanted to start an entertainment company with Qian Jiahui and Lin Baici, but Lin Baici refused.

"Old White, that’s a great opportunity, why turn it down?"

Zhang Zhixu didn’t understand.

"Because I’m not interested!"

Lin Baici didn’t want to continue this topic, "Everyone’s here, let’s go!"

"Aren’t you being too capricious?"

People were shocked. Turning down the chance to make money—foolish, right?

"How should we go?"

Liu Yu was annoyed, feeling that Xu Daguan was showing off too much.

"This Mercedes couldn’t be Brother Qian’s, could it?"

Liu Yu saw another car parked nearby and with some thought, knew what was going on.

"We’ll squeeze as many as we can into the car; the rest will have to take a taxi," Qian Jiahui suggested.

"Let the girls ride in your cars!"

Yang Zhe spoke up, resigned to the fact that he would definitely be taking a taxi. Might as well turn the situation to his advantage by doing a favor—under these circumstances, Bai Jiao and Ji Xinyan would likely have to choose Xu Daguan and Qian Jiahui.

After all, the other boys in the class definitely didn’t stand a chance.