Despite being incredibly wealthy, I want to be a prosecutor.

"Ya Chu" is a private club.

Inside the antique-style private room sat five people: Zhou Hong and four core members of Hongye Angel Investment (Donghai), which his team had recently registered.

Hongye Angel Investment, with Zhou Hongzhun using a loan from Haifa Bank, primarily aims to support various innovative technology companies.

COO Liu Tao, who is also the Chief Operating Officer and Operations Director, is Zhou Hong's first subordinate and will truly be in charge of the company's daily affairs.

He was in his forties, had studied abroad, and was well-known in the Donghai business circle, but he lost his job due to the failure of a merger and acquisition deal.

CFO Deng Quan Hong, Chief Financial Officer.

Sister Deng was in her forties. She had worked diligently her whole life and was originally a certified public accountant working in a state-owned enterprise.

When the state-owned enterprise was restructured, her original workplace became a private enterprise, resulting in the layoff of a large number of workers. Although she was retained and given good treatment, she was also considering finding a new job. However, having spent her entire life under the wing of state-owned enterprises, she had no confidence in whether she could adapt to the competition in the market environment. She was very timid and made countless resolutions, but still couldn't take the step of applying for a job.

She never dreamed that a headhunting company would contact her, saying it was a startup offering a salary more than ten times that of her previous job, with an annual salary of 300,000 yuan.

When she first met the young boss, she almost thought it was a scam company and that she had been cheated, so the interview seemed very unprofessional.

To this day, she still doesn't understand why she was hired. During the interview, she almost pointed at the young boss and asked him, "Why aren't you studying properly? Why are you hanging out with a scam company?"

CMO Yuan Huiyuan, 51 years old, Chief Marketing Officer.

The family has three generations of housing management personnel. His father was the former director of the housing management bureau, but he has long since retired and his influence is waning.

He resigned from his job at the Housing Management Bureau in the 1980s to start his own business, but after a lot of ups and downs, he almost drowned.

He never expected that a company would offer him an annual salary of 200,000.

But he's not a rich man. He's currently just staying home and playing with his cat all day. He's too embarrassed to see his old friends. If he can get a high-paying job, what's the big deal if he gets scammed?

CLO Zhao Peng, 28 years old, Chief Legal Officer.

A young law doctorate graduate from Peking University, an ambitious young legal genius.

An annual salary of 300,000 yuan was not the reason he invested in this startup.

His initial motivation for joining the company was to have an interview with a boss who was ten years younger than him.

He believed that under the leadership of this genius boss with boundless aspirations for the future, the company would surely achieve great success one day.

Zhou Hong talked about the company's future prospects, and everyone listened, though they didn't speak much.

Each person had a small piece of food on their exquisite porcelain plate, which they finished in two or three bites, but the taste was excellent.

After one dish was served, another waiter brought over a new dish.

"I just got my hands on a Lamborghini," Zhou Hong suddenly said. "I got it from the Cambodian embassy. I want to transfer the ownership, but will I have to pay customs duties again? Because the embassy imported this car without any customs duties, and now that it's being transferred to a private citizen of our country, I'll have to pay taxes, right?"

In fact, customs is still humane nowadays. Otherwise, taking the watch in Zhou Hong's hand as an example, if a citizen brings in foreign purchases exceeding 10,000 yuan, regardless of whether it is for personal use, they will need to pay taxes. Moreover, the various taxes on high-end luxury watches can exceed 40%.

It doesn't matter for foreign tourists, because you'll eventually take the watch out of the country anyway. But if you transfer it to someone else within the country, you'll still have to pay taxes.

However, despite the regulations, no one asked Zhou Hong whether his watch had been taxed when he entered or left customs.

If it's clearly for personal use and there's no watch box or similar item in the luggage, customs probably won't bother you.

However, following the law leaves loopholes. It is legal and compliant for people to ask you to pay back taxes. This is a shortcoming of the current Chinese law, which leaves too much room for law enforcement agencies to treat many things differently.

As for this supercar from a foreign embassy, ​​the transaction and change of ownership within China is obviously not the case, and it is clear that taxes should be paid.

But Yuan Huiyuan had clearly misunderstood. While envying his boss's ability to own all sorts of luxury cars—a far cry from the average person's need to consider cost-effectiveness when buying a bicycle—he looked troubled: "Oh dear, this might be difficult. The main problem is that the old man has been retired for too long." He looked at Zhao Peng: "Xiao Zhao, from a legal perspective, do you have any solutions?"

Zhao Peng also assumed Zhou Hong was trying to evade taxes. This was the first time he'd had a task with such a young and mysterious boss, but he couldn't think of a solution right away, and he immediately felt immense pressure. "Well, I'll go back and study some cases..."

Zhou Hong smiled and said, "It's good that we have to pay the tax. I just hope we can pay the tax so that this car can be registered in China with a clean record. Otherwise, there might be a lot of problems in the future." He paused for a moment, then continued, "I called you here to talk about the transfer of ownership. Please help me find out as much as possible and try to get it done as soon as possible."

No matter how much tax is owed, the system will eventually make up the difference.

Of course, one must ensure that all private property acquired is acquired with a completely clean record.

However, Zhou Hong felt inexplicably sorry for Tongzi, which had taken on all the responsibilities.

In particular, the upcoming trip to the Northwest is intended to be a huge, extra-large, financial windfall.

"Boss, when can we finally see your new car?" Yuan Huiyuan asked with a smile. He and Zhao Peng were picked up from the company by Jin Shazai after get off work.

Zhou Hong laughed and said, "It's in the backyard. Let's go take a look after we finish eating."

Yuan Huiyuan and Zhao Peng became restless and started eating quickly, wolfing down their food.

Liu Tao and Deng Quan Hong are both very composed and don't seem particularly interested in supercars.

……

Zhou Hong and Boss Zhao of this private club have a very good relationship now. When Zhou Hong and several subordinates arrived at the backyard, which is not open to ordinary guests, Boss Zhao was squatting in front of the stylish black supercar, his eyes full of fervor.

Upon seeing Zhou Hong and his group enter, Boss Zhao quickly stood up, smiling somewhat awkwardly, "Brother Hong, I have to keep an eye on this car for you, make sure no one touches or bumps into it!"

Zhou Hong laughed and said, "It's okay, I haven't had enough yet. In a few months, if Brother Zhao wants to have some fun, he can take it and drive it for a few days without any problem."

"Oh dear, no, no!" Boss Zhao waved his hands repeatedly.

Compared to the cool and avant-garde Ferrari Enzo, this Lamborghini Murciélago features sharper curves and a more imposing presence. The front curves resemble a flattened black metal block, conveying an indescribable sense of aggression.

Although the price abroad is only half that of the Enzo, if the two cars are placed side by side, they are both top-tier supercars, each with its own unique appeal.

Most importantly, all models of the Lamborghini Murciélago are legal to drive on Chinese roads.

Top-tier supercars like the Enzo, and even the Bugatti Veyron which emerged two years later, are very difficult to register in China. Even if they are registered, they are not allowed on public roads and can only be driven on racetracks because of their engine displacement and because their speed is too high and dangerous.

It usually takes eight to ten years for these top-of-the-line supercars to become less top-of-the-line before they truly gain ordinary road rights.

Lamborghini is different. At least with this Batwing E-Gear, once it's registered, it's not easy to claim you don't have the right-of-way when you change ownership.

Zhou Hong unlocked the car remotely, took two steps, and gently pulled the avant-garde door handle. The black door slowly rose vertically like two blades, a classic Lamborghini scissor door system.

"Ah?!" Boss Zhao and the others exclaimed in unison, with Boss Zhao's exclamation being the loudest. They had only seen such things in movies and TV shows before, and seeing the real thing for the first time gave them a strong visual impact.

Zhou Hong had already bent down to get into the car, and said with a smile, "I'm leaving." He pressed the door closing button on the central control, and the scissor doors slowly closed.

The three of them, including Boss Zhao, were stunned. At this moment, they could only back away while waving their hands to indicate that they would have a safe journey.

With a deep, rumbling engine roar, a futuristic, cool black metal block slowly drove out.

Half an hour later, the Lamborghini was on the highway.

Destination: Tong'an, the largest city in Northwest China.

Besides discussing setting up a factory and registering a charitable foundation locally, the main purpose of this trip was to verify a major system loophole in the DIY reservation of a super private jet.

The drive from Donghai to Tong'an is over 1,500 kilometers, which is perfect for a thrilling speed.

Lamborghini has not yet officially entered the Chinese market, meaning there are no authorized dealerships. However, for maintenance, we have already reached an agreement with a Bentley dealership in Donghai, and they will handle the maintenance for you.

If the problem is minor, there's no need to send it back to the factory. As long as you purchase genuine parts, the store will help with the maintenance.

Soon, Lamborghini will officially enter China.

This was the explanation given by the "old friend of the car owner" when delivering the Lamborghini.

However, Zhou Hong knew that two years later, Lamborghini did indeed begin its journey in the Chinese market.

But none of that matters anymore. This supercar isn't even considered one of his "official vehicles." His first official vehicle was his private jet, the "Little Inspection Number."

To put it bluntly, a vehicle costing less than ten million US dollars is simply not qualified to be one's own "public vehicle".

Like this Lamborghini, it's just something to drive for fun.

……

As Zhou Hong sped along the highway, he experienced the magic of "driving enlightenment" for the first time. The highway infrastructure in Xiangguo was nothing like this.

Although the infrastructure boom is only in its infancy.

Speeding at over 300 kilometers per hour on the expressway, occasionally overtaking other vehicles with incredible agility, the black sports car seemed to be filming a movie, ghostly passing one car after another that appeared as slow as a snail in comparison.

Unfortunately, there is currently no direct expressway from Donghai to Tong'an. You have to exit the expressway three times and then enter other expressway sections three times.

Zhou Hong chose the fastest route, taking the G42 first, and slowed down early before reaching the Jinling exit.

Although speed cameras are still rare on highways, there are speed-measuring vehicles on highways and traffic police officers lying in ambush on both sides of the highway using speed guns to measure speed.

Even with driving skills, which allow you to slow down at these speed measurement points early on, it's still uncertain whether any have been missed.

Fortunately, at the toll booth, the toll collector, apart from looking at his cool ride with great surprise, didn't say much. Instead, when giving him his change, the toll collector stood up and saluted, saying "Have a safe journey" as required. Nowadays, it's rare to see toll collectors being so friendly to ordinary drivers.

The railing rose, and the black sports car roared away into the distance.

Next, we boarded G36, with our target being Los Angeles.

Zhou Hong followed suit and gave it his all, often speeding at over 200 kilometers per hour on the highway, and occasionally even exceeding 300.

In Luoyang, we switched to G30 and arrived at Tong'an toll station around 1 a.m.

We set off at 1 p.m. and it took us almost 12 hours, mainly because the roads outside the highway were too slow and we encountered two traffic jams.

Moreover, this Lamborghini didn't have satellite navigation. Although I had looked up the route online beforehand, I still had to ask for directions several times when turning onto the highway, which was quite time-consuming.

We're finally almost there, right at our destination, with the Tong'an toll station in front of us, but the lowered barrier is still not being raised.

Inside the toll booth, a toll collector in a green uniform was on the phone when a traffic policeman approached, saluted the car door, and said, "Excuse me, sir, please follow our directions and turn left ahead."

Zhou Hong scratched his head, feeling a bit embarrassed. He had been detected by a speed gun that he hadn't even noticed.

……

The black supercar slowly pulled up to a stop next to the tollbooth in front of the two-story office building.

Zhou Hong was led into an office on the first floor, where the sports car was parked outside the glass window.

A slightly overweight officer in a dark blue traffic police uniform smiled and saluted, in a very casual manner. "Comrade, I need to see your vehicle registration, driver's license, and ID card."

Zhou Hong took out his identification documents one by one from his handbag and handed them to the police officer.

"This is a car from the Xiangguo Embassy. Are you an embassy staff member?" After looking at the vehicle registration, the police officer glanced at Zhou Hong's ID card and then paused, "Your address is quite strange. Why doesn't it have a household registration number? Are you living in a dormitory? But dormitories don't record addresses like this, do they?" But no matter how he looked at it, it didn't seem like a fake ID card.

Because Zhou Hong's ID card shows the address as "Room 86, Jinsheng Building, No. 99 Century Avenue, Jiangdong District, Donghai City".

After clearing his throat, Zhou Hong said, "Because half of the 86th floor of the Jinsheng Building belongs to me, I named that half floor '86,' so the address on the ID card was entered like this..."

The slightly overweight police officer was a bit confused. He understood every word Zhou Hong said, but when put together, he couldn't understand it at all.

The policewoman next to him, who had been sitting at her glass-covered desk casually taking notes, suddenly looked up: "Jinsheng Building? You mean the 88-story Jinsheng Building in Donghai? The tallest building in our country right now?"

Zhou Hong nodded: "Yes."

The policewoman gave the slightly overweight officer a meaningful look before turning back to her work.

The chubby police officer finally understood what Zhou Hong meant by what he had just said. He coughed, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the documents he was holding. "Ahem, at the tollbooth just now, we noticed that the time you entered the highway was seriously inconsistent with the current time. If it's not a system error, we suspect you were speeding on the highway, averaging over 200 kilometers per hour on the entire stretch!"

Zhou Hong said helplessly, "How could that be, officer? It must be a misunderstanding, a system error. Such a long distance, am I supposed to keep going over 200 km/h? If I didn't get into an accident, wouldn't I become a racing legend?"

The portly officer also found it somewhat absurd and nodded, "I also suspect it. We have no connection with the tollbooth, but since the tollbooth reported you, we definitely have to inquire." He paused for a moment after saying this.

The policewoman, who had been engrossed in her work, couldn't help but chuckle. It was the first time she'd seen her partner so weak, and since nothing had happened, she quickly tried to distance herself from the situation.

Noticing this, the chubby officer coughed again, "No matter what, I still need to verify your identity and the origin of the car." He became slightly more forceful.

Zhou Hong nodded: "Of course, from your perspective, it's definitely necessary to investigate. Actually, I'm currently processing the transfer of ownership for this car. I'm really not affiliated with the embassy, ​​and I'm so sorry for causing trouble for the police officers!"

Seeing Zhou Hong's humble attitude and his address of "uncle," the chubby police officer felt pleased. "Hmm, please sit down. Yao Lei, could you pour this young man a cup of tea? I'll go make a call to verify."

After the chubby police officer left, the policewoman gestured to Zhou Hong with her lip, "Go pour yourself a drink if you want one."

So what if he's from a wealthy family? I don't eat his rice.

"Thank you, sister, I'm not thirsty," Zhou Hong replied with a smile, adding, "You all work very hard every day, and the office the toll station provided for you is a bit small."

"What do you know? Don't talk nonsense," the policewoman scolded again.

"Fine, I'm a complete criminal..." Zhou Hong shrugged. "Sis, do the police only see good people?"

We drove along, chatted, and relaxed. I found this policewoman to be quite interesting.

"Hey, have some tea, have some tea!" The policewoman got up impatiently, picked up the thermos, pulled out a disposable paper cup from underneath, tossed in a tea bag, and poured Zhou Hong a glass of water.

"Oh, sorry to disturb your game!" Underneath the policewoman's notebook and pen was her phone, where she was playing Snake.

"You talk too much!" The policewoman tossed her phone back into the drawer under her desk and looked at Zhou Hong. "You believe I'll suggest you lose all your points in a minute? You're definitely going to speed, no doubt about it!"

She was a very beautiful woman in her mid-twenties, and her dark blue police uniform made her look even more dashing.

At this moment, his fierce eyes were fixed on Zhou Hong.

"I was wrong, I'll have some water." Zhou Hong obediently sat down, picked up the cup, and drank the tea. His expression had barely formed when the policewoman frowned: "Dare to say the tea isn't good? 6 points deducted!"

"no……"

At this moment, the chubby police officer quickly turned around and returned all the documents to Zhou Hong. "Comrade Zhou, it was all a misunderstanding. You can go now."

"Thank you, officer." Zhou Hong stood up, walked to the door, suddenly turned around, and said to the policewoman, "I was thinking that your thermos must be broken. It doesn't keep the water warm. The tea isn't even properly brewed."

Then, he quickly ran out.

Watching Zhou Hong frantically jump into the sports car and frantically try to start it, the policewoman couldn't help but chuckle. "Drama queen!" she said, turning to the chubby officer. "Old Li, is your ID card real?"

The chubby police officer nodded: "The ID card is real, but I don't know if what he said about half a floor is true or not."

The policewoman was somewhat disappointed: "If only it were fake, I would have handcuffed him all night. He's so shameless."

The chubby police officer didn't say a word, watching the black supercar gradually disappear from sight, and inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief.