America: Starting from collecting corpses, leveling up to godhood

"Make a name for yourself, then stand on the podium and sell energy drinks and insurance companies to the camera?" Chen Ming shook his head with a smile.

"Forget it, that's too tiring. I want to get my diploma first."

Elena pointed to the tire tracks that hadn't faded on the track, her expression absurd.

"...You are the most contradictory person I have ever met. You clearly have the ability to step into the world of fame and fortune, but you insist on staying in school and studying outdated textbooks."

"Because the degree certificate is relatively light, I can easily take it with me," Chen Ming replied casually.

Of course, he wouldn't tell Elena his secret.

In a country where even infants are subjected to large-scale drug experiments, exposing extraordinary individuals is akin to severing an artery in a group of sharks.

In just a few months, he went from a destitute student on the verge of dropping out of school to an all-around genius. This rate of evolution has already caught the attention of a perverted old man like Victor...

In the United States, if a Chinese person without connections performs exceptionally well, especially someone as exceptionally so as to be almost bizarre, the outcome is often not a NASDAQ listing, but rather being sent to a secret laboratory of a biotechnology company or one with White House ties, becoming a sample in the hands of madmen in white coats researching immortality...

Until you upgrade your skills to the point where you can "not eat beef," keeping a low profile is your only way to survive.

"I'm back!"

Chad ran back, his steps unsteady, carrying a wad of US dollars he had just withdrawn from the ATM.

"I'll give you an extra three thousand dollars in cash as a tip," Chad said obsequiously, stuffing the money into Chen Ming's hand.

"When do we start classes?"

Chen Ming accepted the thick wad of cash.

"First, check the tire pressure, Chad. Since you've already paid, I'll teach you something practical... like how to blow up an LAPD police car."

Elena listened with wide eyes.

"Wow, sounds like you want to teach him how to film 'Fast & Furious'?"

"Isn't this the most practical survival skill?"

Chad blushed and nodded excitedly.

"Yes, yes, that's it! This money was well spent! If my dad knew I was studying this, he'd probably cut off my trust fund... but it's absolutely awesome!"

"Since you're so sincere, I'll teach you this." Chen Ming stuffed the cash into his pocket.

"When you are being chased by police in California, remember that your first action should not be to slam on the gas pedal, but to observe the frequency of the police lights flashing in your rearview mirror."

"Frequency? Is there some kind of trick to this?" Chad asked like a primary school student, eager to take out his notebook and write it down.

"If it's a regular speeding stop, you just need to pull over and put your hands on the steering wheel... Don't move around or touch your driver's license, otherwise those highly alert officers will think you're reaching for a gun and will shoot you like a sieve."

Chen Ming pointed to the track exit.

"But if you're being chased for a serious crime with a helicopter to humiliate you, you have to learn to block the line of sight."

"Like that drift smoke we used on the S-curve just now?"

Elena, resting her chin on her hand, chimed in.

"Smart." Chen Ming looked at Chad.

"To escape a helicopter, you need to know how to find blind spots... In a place like Los Angeles, where there are overpasses and underground tunnels everywhere, as long as you can disappear from their sight for three seconds, you have a chance to sneak into a private garage, change cars, and escape."

"My God, are you a regular on wanted posters?" Chad asked with admiration, then turned and climbed into the driver's seat.

"Coach, please teach me! I want to make those donut-eating cops unable to even see my taillights!"

For the next three hours, the track was filled with the high-pitched roar of McLaren engines.

By 5 p.m., Chad was finally exhausted and collapsed on the side of the track. Although he still drove like a novice, at least he knew how to stay calm before entering a corner.

"Today was really fulfilling. I feel like I was just wasting time driving all this time," Chad said, panting.

"You're doing alright... but remember, skills are for saving your life, not for flirting with female traffic cops." Chen Ming patted Chad on the shoulder.

"YES SIR!" Chad gave a military salute.

Chen Ming turned and walked towards his food cart, while Elena followed and asked in a low voice.

"Those skills you just taught him were really just for survival? I get the feeling you're training a future Los Angeles car thief..."

"In a city where riots can happen at any time and police response takes tens of minutes or even hours, it wouldn't hurt to learn more escape techniques," Chen Ming shrugged.

"Besides, given his personality, he's bound to speed often."

"That's true." Elena chuckled self-deprecatingly, then casually handed him a business card.

"This is an invitation to a Santa Monica auto show. A lot of big shots will be there Saturday night… Since you want to graduate, you need to know someone who can help you get an internship, right?"

Chen Ming was surprised by this unexpected gain. He took the business card, glanced at it, and put it in his pocket.

He didn't actually have any concerns about that. Evans and Sean could both help him with his internship, but going to car shows like this was a good way to pass the time.

"I'll consider it, thanks... How much tip should I give?"

"Chad gave it to you privately, I didn't see anything," Elena said with a mischievous wink.

"If you want to thank me... how about you take me for a drive in your own car?"

"Want me to take you for a ride?" Chen Ming touched the tip of his nose, his expression somewhat subtle.

He doesn't mind taking a young, beautiful woman for a race, but it's a different story when she's in his own car.

"Let's do it another day, my car might not meet your requirements."

"Don't be stingy," Elena said, raising her eyebrows with a look of curiosity.

"I've studied the cars of all the top drivers, and I'm really curious what kind of car could train someone with your monstrous level of reaction and handling..."

Are you sure you want to see it?

Chen Ming sighed and led her to the most secluded corner of the parking lot.

"Of course, I'd accept it even if it were a beat-up pickup truck..."

Elena's words came to an abrupt end.

Surrounded by Ferraris, Lamborghinis, and Porsches, a simply painted Ford food truck with a stainless steel exhaust pipe mounted on its roof sat quietly.

She stood frozen in place, her mouth agape, wide enough to fit a whole hot dog.

"Is this your car? What about your previous one?"

"That car was borrowed from a kind citizen, this is my own car." Chen Ming opened the car door, jumped into the driver's seat, and patted the greasy dashboard.

"If you want to learn how to dodge and weave through Los Angeles' evening rush hour traffic, this is the best tool."

After hesitating for a moment, Elena climbed into the passenger seat.

"My God, I feel like my understanding of racing has been completely shattered... Do you practice drifting in a car full of rice and cooking oil?"

"Do you think this is easy? If I'm not steady enough when I take a corner, the wok behind me will fly out and smash my windshield."

Chen Ming started the engine, and the food truck drove out of the parking lot amidst the awe-inspiring gazes of the supercars.