Chapter 18

"Are you mistaken? I didn't order your car," Tracy said with a helpless smile. He felt that the other party was playing a prank.

To tell the truth, Tracy just got a huge sum of money. He really drools on top sports cars and luxury houses, and can't wait to go online to check these information.

But it's just Yu thought and can be controlled. He knew in his heart that the money would not be spent, and there was no need to install the big tail wolf.

Now, money begets money is the last word. He still has a lot to do and needs a lot of dollars. Like a new potato, two pieces of mouth skin touch, two million dollars, and fly away with wings.

"We can't make a mistake. Look at this," said the middle-aged man, handing Tracy a material.

Tracy glanced, looked up and asked uncertainly, "is this the car purchase contract?"

"Yes, Mr. Li. As long as you sign, Ferrari will belong to you." the middle-aged man, with a warm smile, bows in front of his body, raises his arms forward, holds a string of car keys in his hand, and the sign of the horse is very obvious.

Tracy took the car key, looked at the contract for a while, determined that it was a contract that could be obtained as long as he signed, and said, "it doesn't seem to be a joke."

"You are so humorous."

"Sorry, I haven't asked you yet." Tracy asked with a little apology. He still doesn't know the other party's name. It's really impolite.

"I'm wood Reese."

"All right, Mr. Reese. Can you show me?"

"I'd like to help you, Mr. Li. It's at the door, please." wood sideways made a sign of invitation.

"Thank you." Tracy thanked and walked out of the door.

In my head, I kept thinking about who sent it. I want my grandparents, but I veto it right away. The two old people are really rich and generous to him, but their financial management concept is quite traditional and they won't give too luxurious things.

Then I thought of the publisher and thought it was impossible. I just asked for $5 million and the contract was still wrangling. The other party was not a generous person.

Dad? I don't know where the goods are dead. Can it be him.

Outside the dormitory, Tracy had no time to think about anything else, but was stunned by the sports car in front of the town.

I'll fuck your sister.

Tracy's expression was so unnatural that she almost blurted out dirty words.

"This is our Ferrari company. This year, we launched a new super sports car, Ferrari Enzo, with a global limit of 399." wood was embarrassed to stand aside and introduced it.

His expression is not much better than Lacey. The corners of his mouth still twitch. He can't find a way to make it. This Ferrari enzo is really different.

When he first received the car, he was also very shocked.

Yes, this is a Ferrari Enzo. The body of the model has not changed. It is still that cool sports car.

Well, in terms of color, girls' Pink doesn't matter. The main reason is that the car body is covered with... Cartoon characters.

On the back of the car, Mickey and Donald are holding hands. Up is Tom chasing Jerry, and the pug despises them. A lazy Garfield squatted on the roof, and Winnie the Pooh seemed to please him.

Snoopy is playing with the hellokitty family on the front cover. My God, can you imagine a very streamlined and cool sports car like this.

"The body is 185.1 feet long, 80.1 feet wide and 45.2 feet high. It has a 6.0lv12 engine, a 6-speed automatic transmission, a two seat hardtop, and 100 meter acceleration of 3.6 seconds..." wood put aside his thoughts and continued to introduce. He also wondered why the customer made the car like this.

This is Enzo. There are no more than three Ferrari sports cars at home, so they are not eligible to order. At first I thought the receiver was a lady, but when I saw Tracy, I was really embarrassed. It's hard to explain.

"Don't introduce it, I know everything else." Tracy interrupted and stroked the car.

How could he not know about these goods? When checking sports cars and luxury houses on the Internet, everything else is OK, except that he is reluctant to part with them.

The front end of the front of the car, the air inlets of two water tanks and the middle protrusion are completely a replica of the nose of F1. The longitudinal Bi xenon headlamp cluster shows its uniqueness.

The side of the body, in sharp contrast to the shape of the front fender, is flush with the wheel baffle, narrow and protruding in the center, which immediately reminds people of the side abdomen of F1 racing car!

Well, this is a car running on the road. It's a pity that the sticker on the bag outside blocks all these.

Fuck off, Tracy scolded.

"Mr. Li, are you still satisfied?" wood asked cautiously. He kept paying attention to the other party's expression. He could see that the other party loved the car and felt a little secure in his heart.

"Do you recycle second-hand new cars?" Tracy turned and said with a look of abuse.

"Er." wood was stunned, and his heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

"You're kidding. Sign for me." but Tracy spoke again and pulled him up.

"You're so humorous," Wood said with a slight sigh of relief, and finally finished the task.

Tracy picked up the contract, Shua Shua, signed his name, and muttered, "if you sell it, you should sell it for more than a million."

"It's yours, you want to make complaints about it." Wood's embarrassed smile was really unable to recognize the character of the rich man.

After signing the contract, he handed it to him and said with a smile, "you really don't have a sense of humor. Well, that's it. I'll try this little Mustang."

Tracy can't wait to try how to sell it.

"OK, Mr. Li, if you have any questions, you can contact me. Here is my business card." wood handed the business card in both hands and said goodbye.

After wood left, Tracy couldn't wait to press the car key.

"Ka. Ka." there was only a light sound. The door was like wings, and Tracy's smiling eyes narrowed with that beautiful shape.

He leaned in, fastened his seat belt and started the car.

"Boom..." the engine roared like a roaring beast, ready to rush out and smash the door.

Tracy turned the steering wheel and gently stepped on the accelerator. The car rushed out like a bullet.

At the outer corner, as soon as the brake is pressed and the steering wheel is hit, a beautiful drift is perfect for turning.

"Ah... Oh... That's cool." Tracy shouted excitedly, and the car went straight up Massachusetts Avenue.

“hellomoto....”

At the moment, the untimely phone rang. Tracy frowned slightly, slowed down a little and took out the phone to connect.

"Hahaha, smelly boy, do you like my adult gift?" a gloating voice came into my ears.

"Who are you?" Tracy asked discontentedly. He was very upset when he was interrupted during racing.

"Who am I? I'm your father."

"I'm still your grandfather."

With a bang, Tracy hung up the phone and slammed his foot on the gas.

After a while, when Tracy was driving into Boston, the phone rang again.

Take it up and look, it's a text message.

"Happy birthday, smelly boy, happy adulthood. You should like my gift very much. Are you surprised? Ha ha... You are still so kind that you dare to hang up with me. I heard that you are doing well. Ouch, hey, you have written a novel. Are you enlightened, ha ha ha... You dare to tell your grandmother about me. It's really a shame..."

The text message is full of ridicule and cruel words between the lines. The unreliable father seems to know Tracy's character very well. It's estimated that the original Tracy will be left aside for such a distinctive gift.

However, Tracy is now happy to accept it. This is Ferrari Enzo. Dressing up like this should attract more attention from her sister.

"Dad?" said Tracy, with an inexplicable tremor in her heart. The word seemed to be far away, lasting for two centuries.

The man's appearance appeared unconsciously in my mind. He was a handsome middle-aged man with thick eyebrows, big God eyes and a disguised smile on his face.

There is always a faint melancholy between the eyebrows, and there seems to be an inextricable knot in the heart. Well, what impressed Tracy most was his out of tune behavior.

"Hoo......" Tracy exhaled a foul breath, calmed his mood and sent a text message back to the other party.

"I'll tell Grandma you're spending money again."

"This smelly boy." in a luxury house in Beverly Hills, Los Angeles, a middle-aged man killed a glass of red wine, leaned back on the sofa, looked at the ceiling without God in his eyes, and muttered softly: "grow up."