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A Porsche 911 roared into the park, immediately drawing attention.

A redneck, muscular high school student was chatting animatedly with the pretty girl he had just picked up, showing off his new car with 21-inch wheels, when this uninvited guest barged in, leaving him speechless.

“Mikaela?” The muscular high school student frowned as he looked at his girlfriend.

"A sports car engine, it sounds amazing." The girl called Michaela stared at the sports car with fascination.

“We’re talking about this one of mine… I mean, if you’re interested, I can…”

Michaela immediately turned her head, intrigued, and asked, "Can I take it for a spin?"

"Of course not, haha, what are you talking about?" The muscular high school student shook his head, giving him a look that said, "You're kidding me," and said, "This is a brand new car, and it has 21-inch wheels..."

“Take your new car with you,” Michaela said, annoyed.

She walked over to the Porsche and admired it quietly from a distance of five steps.

Meanwhile, Sam Witwicky, rewarded by his father for his significant improvement in grades, drove his gift, a second-hand McLaren worth a whopping $4000, or perhaps eighteen times. No one knew how many owners this car had ever had; it was simply too dilapidated.

The car was parked on the side of the road, and the friend in the passenger seat whispered, "Looks like Michaela and her boyfriend broke up."

Sam simply watched the girl he admired quietly. When he realized that her eyes were fixed on the Porsche the whole time, he thought he had found the way to win her heart.

Unfortunately, the cost was too high, and he simply couldn't afford it.

Fortunately, Sam still remembered his purpose for this trip, and he took out his phone and made a call.

"I came wearing my glasses, where are you?"

"The park?" the voice on the phone asked.

“That’s right.” Sam poked his head out of the car window, trying to find a buyer, but after looking around, he found that apart from the big, muscular high school student’s new car and the Porsche 911 in the distance, there was only his beat-up second-hand car left.

"I'll get out of the car, and you'll see me."

Then Sam saw the door of the Porsche open and a man get out.

"He's really handsome," his friend, sitting in the passenger seat, couldn't help but exclaim.

This makes one completely forget that this guy's eyesight isn't very good.

Therefore, the handsomeness the other person mentioned definitely has nothing to do with appearance, but is absolutely related to money.

There were quite a few people at the scene who shared his thoughts.

"Is that Porsche yours?" Sam asked into the phone.

"Yes, I see you."

The other person turned around and waved to Sam.

Because of this action, Sam immediately became the focus of attention.

Among those looking over was Michaela.

This flattered Sam, who involuntarily puffed out his chest.

The two met under the watchful eyes of the other people in the park, and Sam took out his glasses case.

"This is it."

"Happy Trading."

The other party readily paid, but just as Sam was about to take the money and leave, the other party suddenly asked, "Want to do another deal?"

"Is there anything else here that you need?" Sam asked, puzzled.

"Your used car."

“I bought it for $8000!” Sam said through gritted teeth.

In reality, the beat-up used car was only worth $4000, but Sam's little scheme took hold. He realized this was a great opportunity to make a fortune, and the other party didn't seem to be short of money.

"Don't be ridiculous, I'd even think $2000 for that kind of junk is too expensive."

"You're not planning to buy it with money?"

Sam felt that the other party was playing him.

But the other person threw something at him, and Sam instinctively caught it—it was a car key.

"You're planning to trade your Porsche for that car?"

"My name is Tan Wenjie, you can call me Jie. What's your name?"

“Sam,” Sam replied, puzzled.

"Sam, do I look like an idiot? Trading a sports car for a used car?"

"..."

Seeing Sam remain silent, Tan Wenjie continued, "My car is very popular with girls, and you can drive it as you please. There's also $5000 in the car, consider it payment for the car. Just wait until you've had your fun the next day, then call the phone number I left in the car, and someone will come and take it away."

Sam glanced at Michaela not far away, then at the Porsche sports car keys in his hand; the choice was obvious.

He not only earned $1000, but he could also use that sports car to pick up girls. From any perspective, he made a huge profit.

“There’s an ultra-thin one under the driver’s seat.” Tan Wenjie patted Sam on the shoulder, then took the car keys from him and strode toward the yellow used car.

With his cheeks flushed, Sam suppressed his wildly beating heart, a virgin's heart pounding with unease, got into the driver's seat, and started the car.

"Buzz-"

The engine sound has a mechanical rhythm, steady and restrained, deep and layered.

But when Sam looked at the girl he liked, he found that she was striding towards the dilapidated used car.

Does she like used cars?

Caught off guard, Sam wanted to regret his actions, but then he heard a knocking sound on the car window. Turning his head, he saw a girl deliberately pulling down her collar.

The other person winked at Sam and asked, "Can I ride in your car?"

Although his looks were nowhere near as good as Michaela's, and his figure was far inferior, Sam's heart had already been ignited by the roar of the sports car engine, and he nodded after a slight hesitation.

The other person opened the car door and got in.

"It's so hot in the car," the other person said.

Sam was puzzled. The car had air conditioning, unlike his own used car, which not only had a broken air conditioner but also a faulty radio.

“I know a place, shall we go for a drive?” the girl in the passenger seat suggested.

Sam had no intention of resisting at this point. He nodded, turned the steering wheel, and sped out of the park amidst the girl's screams. Before leaving, he even slammed the gas pedal in front of that despicable muscular high school student to avenge his previous grudge.

The sports car sped along the highway and stopped on a deserted side of the road.

Even Sam didn't know how he got stuck to the other person; he only realized it when he found himself eating face wash.

The smell of perfume and sweat almost robbed Sam of all his senses, but thankfully he reacted at the most crucial moment and realized he had to take safety precautions.

After some searching, he finally found a... rubber band.

Recalling the scene where the other person patted him on the shoulder and said it was ultra-thin, Sam gritted his teeth slightly.

"Fake!"

The girl, who had been bitten, hugged Sam's head tightly.

Did you wear it?

"I'm wearing it."

"Something feels off to me."

"Ultra-thin".

Meanwhile, Tan Wenjie had already confirmed that the unassuming secondhand car in front of him was none other than the famous Autobot Bumblebee. He casually took out a bottle of Felix Felicis and gulped it down. With an entire magical world as his backup resource, he had no worries about running out of potions.

Now that he has the glasses and Bumblebee in his hands, and his luck is rapidly improving, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he's the male lead. Besides, the female lead will be arriving soon.

The sound of footsteps approached.

"You're swapping cars with Wittvich?" Michaela asked.

She simply couldn't understand why someone would trade a sports car of that caliber for a used car.

“This car isn’t as simple as you think,” Tan Wenjie said. “It’s worth far more than that Porsche. Want to get in and try it out?”

Michaela nodded gently: "Why not?"

If a poor guy said that to her, she would definitely think that he only had a second-hand car and was just saying that to pick her up, since the person in front of her was driving a Porsche.

She didn't believe that rich people would do business at a loss.

As Michaela opened the car door and entered the passenger seat, she immediately felt a sense of unease. The space was uncomfortable, and there was an unpleasant smell inside the car.

But when the car started, she noticed something very different.

The used car sped out of the park with the two of them in it, and before leaving, Tan Wenjie seemed to understand Michaela's thoughts and deliberately stopped in front of her "ex-boyfriend".

In the end, the muscular high school student had no other options but to furiously swing his fists wildly. He didn't even dare to smash the car door because the car was new, and if he dared to tamper with it, he would be dead when he got home.

The car carried the two of them for a while, then suddenly started to shake violently and then stopped on the side of the road.

Still not quite satisfied, Michaela pushed open the car door and took the initiative to lift the hood to check.

“You’re right, this car has a powerful heart that doesn’t belong to it.” Michaela smiled as she looked at the engine.

Although Tan Wenjie got the bargain from her "good classmate," Mikaela and Sam were completely unfamiliar with each other. On the contrary, Mikaela was only truly happy when she was with Tan Wenjie, who had a rare eye for talent, and when she learned that he had taken advantage of her.

Tan Wenjie made no attempt to hide his gaze, admiring the scene for a while.

She's much more beautiful and younger than Jennifer now.

“Do you know how to fix it?” Michaela asked.

"I'm a professional."

Tan Wenjie put his hand behind his back, and when he brought it back to his eyes, there was a hammer.

"What are you planning to do?" Michaela had a very bad feeling.

"repair."

He smashed the car engine with a hammer.

"Wait..." Michaela tried to stop her, but it was too late.

However, the car actually started making a "crunching" sound and successfully began to run.

"I almost lost control."

Tan Wenjie promptly withdrew his hammer. If he had applied his experience in building the Five Elements Chariot to the Autobots, he might have created an enchanted version of them.

"How did you do that?" Michaela couldn't help but ask.

"When I was a kid, if there was no signal while watching TV, I would tap it," Tan Wenjie said. "In our family, all appliances can be fixed this way."

Of course, he didn't mention that he had accidentally helped with the forging. Luckily, Bumblebee wasn't very bright and didn't find out.

Michaela wanted to show off her repair skills, but she didn't expect the other person's skills to be even more simple and unpretentious.

And the results are right in front of us; we can't deny them.

The two got back into the car and chatted while driving around. When they got bored, they drove towards the town.

They soon arrived at Michaela's house.

"Thank you for giving me a ride," Michaela said, turning her head to open the car door with her right hand.

"Won't you invite me over for a drink of water?"

"Of course, if you'd like."

The two got out of the car together, and as soon as they opened the door, they saw a familiar face.

Tan Wenjie: "Bains?"

The man called Baines asked, "Didn't you run away, kid?"

"Don't put it so harshly, I just accidentally inherited a fortune of hundreds of millions."

"..."X2
That really does sound like something out of a punch.

"You really inherited a fortune of hundreds of millions?"

"Replacement guaranteed."

"Okay, I agree to your relationship."

"Thank you."

Baines is a worse person than anyone imagined; he managed to tie his daughter to a billionaire and profit from it all.

Upon hearing this, Michaela immediately shouted, "Wait, what are you talking about?"

She was just standing there doing nothing, and yet she was sold in a short time.

"For your future life planning."

"Thank you, I can plan it myself."

Michaela stormed into the house, while Baines remained very polite to Tan Wenjie, even apologizing and hoping that Tan Wenjie would take good care of Michaela in the future.

After chatting for quite a while, Tan Wenjie drove away.

"I never thought there would actually be such incredible luck in the world," Baines remarked.

Only after watching the car completely disappear from sight did Baines feel the joy of a farmer's harvest, knowing that at least he could get a share.

After leaving Baines' house, Tan Wenjie drove back to town. All he had to do was wait for the Autobots to assemble. The few hours before that were entirely his own.

He walked into the restaurant, only to find Sam already chatting with a blonde, blue-eyed girl.

When it comes to using sports cars to pick up girls, Sam is absolutely a natural-born master.

Tan Wenjie casually found a seat and sat down. The person opposite him looked at him with some confusion, but only glanced at Tan Wenjie before continuing with their own business.

But Tan Wenjie suddenly remarked, "This guy looks like the kind of person who would deliberately provoke a pretty young waitress and then wait for her to spit in the food in the kitchen."

Upon hearing this, the person sitting opposite instinctively looked at Sam, and when they saw the completely undisguised emotions on his face, as well as that inexplicable arrogance, they nodded in agreement.

It's a bit disgusting, but the point is valid.

Having just finished an unusual friendly match, Sam quickly moved on to the whistle-blowing phase for the second game.

The sports car key on the table is very useful.

At night, Tan Wenjie lay at home sleeping, but in reality, he was keeping a close watch, waiting for Bumblebee to set off.

"Buzz!"

Finally, the engine roared to life.

Tan Wenjie quickly left the house and drove the other cars in his garage, relentlessly pursuing Bumblebee. Soon, he followed Bumblebee to an abandoned warehouse, where he saw a group of cars.

"Autobots, transform!"

With a series of cracking and twisting sounds, Cybertronian life appeared at this spot. (End of Chapter)