Speed ​​God

Chapter 91 Celebrities Gathered
In the world of Formula 1, if you ask about the most difficult, most exciting, or most challenging tracks, everyone would likely have their own answer; but if you ask about the most popular, important, and dazzling tracks, everyone would give the same answer—

Monaco.

It is incredibly narrow, with the entire track consisting of two lanes, and numerous unpredictable corners, making overtaking a pipe dream; it is extremely old, using city streets for the entire race, with almost no safety buffer zones, where the slightest difference could result in a crash.

However, it shines brightly and is hailed as the jewel in the crown of the F1 world, attracting the attention of millions of eyes every year.

The difficulty and challenges of the racetrack are one aspect; another reason is the gathering of stars and celebrities, making it a carnival for the aristocracy and high society.

Actors, singers, sports stars, tech tycoons, real estate moguls, venture capitalists, political figures, and so on—all gather on the French Riviera, surrounded by yachts, luxury cars, and blue skies, creating a grand stage for the world to witness with money and fame.

Then, as the spotlights come on, all eyes are focused on the group of racers, witnessing the collision of speed and passion in their field of vision.

Conquering Monaco is like ascending the throne; it's not just a testament to skill, but also a testament to legend. Just like Wimbledon in the tennis world, the winner of Monaco in the F1 world gets the opportunity to dine with the king and has a place of their own in the world of nobility.

Someone once said that if F1 could only win one race in a year, it would definitely be Monaco.

This demonstrates Monaco's status.

When Lu Zhizhou arrived in Monaco, he was immediately greeted by a wave of heat, which made him want to linger and relax. Golden sunlight shone gently on the blue sea and sky, making the whole world dazzling. The city streets had all been equipped with protective walls in preparation for Friday's free practice matches, and the streets and alleys were filled with a carnival atmosphere, comparable to the World Cup.

"Zhizhou!"

At the train station entrance, a man took off his sunglasses and waved them vigorously, a bright smile on his face, to express his welcome.

Lu Zhizhou paused slightly in the surging crowd, looking at the man in front of him. The man wore a blue shirt with large red hibiscus flowers blooming proudly, and casually unbuttoned his shirt. His bronze skin shone brightly in the golden sunlight, and his perfectly white teeth were dazzling.

Then, Lu Zhizhou silently shifted his gaze, looked around, and took a step forward, completely ignoring the guy in front of him who was deliberately showing off.

Lorenzo Moretti panicked immediately, "Zhizhou, Lu Zhizhou, hey!"

Lorenzo rushed forward, stopped Lu Zhizhou, and chuckled twice, "Relax, I'm a common sight in Monaco, it's standard."

Lu Zhizhou raised an eyebrow slightly. "So, your father lives here?"

Lorenzo was taken aback. "No, my dad is in Milan..." It took him a beat to realize what was going on. Seeing the smile in Lu Zhizhou's eyes, Lorenzo chuckled but didn't mind. "That's not wrong. All the big spenders are here. It's just a matter of who can seize the opportunity."

With a turn, Lorenzo made way, revealing his car behind him.

Simple and elegant, the golden sunlight flows like water, slowly outlining the smooth and graceful lines of the car body. The rich, deep blue color exudes the magnificence and profundity of the Mediterranean. Even in Monaco, where luxury cars abound, the understated color easily stands out. The open convertible top attracts the attention of passersby, and you can hear many whistles at the crowded train station exit.

Lu Zhizhou's eyes lit up, and he stepped forward, hovering his palm above the car body to feel its lines, which were powerful yet without sacrificing any beauty.

"The Ferrari 330GTS was first exhibited in Paris in October 1966. There should only be ninety-nine of them in the world now. Where did you steal it from?"

Lorenzo walked over with a smile, but did not answer Lu Zhizhou's question. "I'll take this answer as a sign of satisfaction. This is Monaco, and I still need to show some of my secrets, otherwise no one will even notice your presence."

Lu Zhizhou shrugged slightly. "You'd attract just as much attention if you drove a tractor over."

Lorenzo smiled broadly. "Are you praising me?" Lu Zhizhou held out his hand. "Give me the key."

Lorenzo had already opened the car door and gotten in, responding with his actions, but Lu Zhizhou didn't get in. He looked slightly helpless. "Young Master, let the driver handle the rough work of driving. Besides, you'll be driving an F1 car here in the future. Let's give this opportunity to us ordinary people who have no chance to race."

Lu Zhizhou raised an eyebrow slightly. "Are you trying to play the victim card?"

Lorenzo grinned. "How about that? Did it work?"

Lu Zhizhou shook his head helplessly and ultimately did not insist any further, even though he was really itching to try driving this 1966 Ferrari.

Amidst a chorus of envious and admiring voices, Lorenzo strode away, walking along the road. "Now the main street is completely blocked. The already congested traffic is now a disaster."

Lu Zhizhou: "Yet people still drive their luxury cars out and get stuck in traffic together."

Lorenzo, "So you have to drive well, like a peacock spreading its tail."

Lu Zhizhou burst into hearty laughter. The gentle sea breeze that rushed towards him was slightly warm and turbid. Even though the sea was right next to him, he could still clearly feel the congestion of this tiny country. The bustling yachts docked in the harbor further blocked his view, making it impossible to see the sea.

At this moment, a yacht is slowly setting sail, and on the deck, young people wearing bikinis can be seen chasing and playing, attracting many pedestrians to stop and watch.

Lorenzo noticed, "That yacht, if I remember correctly, is worth seven million dollars."

Lu Zhizhou was taken aback. "More expensive than a house."

“Haha.” Lorenzo found the analogy very amusing. “Nobody uses the value of a house as a benchmark.”

Lu Zhizhou shrugged lightly. "Oops, I've exposed my true nature as a poor person."

Lorenzo laughed even harder, "But, docking at this port costs 70,000 euros a day."

Lu Zhizhou thought he had misheard. "One day? Not a month. Of course, even a month would be outrageous."

Lorenzo: "Yes, just one day. So, the yacht itself isn't expensive; what's really expensive is the cost of management, maintenance, and port calls."

"It's not unusual to have yachts in Monaco. You should ask where his yacht is docked, here or in Marseille?"

Just a few days ago, Lu Zhizhou was still basking in the glory of winning his first prize money check, but now it seems he can't even stay in the port of Monaco for three days—

Of course, he first needs to own a yacht.

As shocking numbers were thrown out one after another, we gradually became numb to them. Indeed, the same land, a different world.

Lu Zhizhou couldn't help but quip, "No wonder Monaco doesn't levy personal income tax; every inch of space here has been squeezed to its fullest potential, hasn't it?"

　Second update today.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)