The game starts by hacking Alipay and then goes on a crazy spree of eating young girls.

Chen Ye was stunned for a moment, clearly not expecting Fu Songyang to be so direct.

Seeing the astonishment on Chen Ye's face, Fu Songyang immediately said, "I won't check whether you're qualified, Xiao Ye. I believe Mike's judgment is correct."

"I hope you'll consider it, Ono. Among the supercar clubs in China, our HAC club is the top-tier one."

Fu Songyang picked up the tea beside him, took a small sip, and said.

After a few seconds of silence, Chen Ye asked, "Can I come to the club tomorrow?"

Hearing that there was hope, Fu Songyang immediately smiled and nodded: "No problem! The club happens to have a venue in Shanghai. I'll take you to the club tomorrow morning to have a look."

"I'm sure you'll love our club."

Upon hearing this, Chen Ye smiled and said, "I believe in President Fu."

"good!"

Fu Songyang also let out a happy laugh, like an old man with a silver spoon.

Soon the dishes were served, one plate after another, coming up from the back.

Chen Ye glanced at the price tags stuck on the dishes.

2.5-head Australian soft-boiled abalone: ​​2580 yuan.

Wild large yellow croaker from the East China Sea: 2500 yuan/fish.

Braised Buddha Jumps Over the Wall (top-tier version): 1888 yuan/person.

A5 Kung Pao Whole Ribeye Wagyu Beef: 750/serving

Bluefin tuna belly sashimi: 580 yuan.

"..."

Every dish is top-notch.

Chen Ye enjoyed the meal very much and felt very comfortable.

Since all three of them were driving, none of them drank alcohol.

After all, there's an old saying: "Don't drink and drive, don't drive after drinking, and reckless driving will bring tears to your loved ones' eyes."

When the two arrived in front of Chen Ye's car, they were both surprised to see the McLaren W1!

"Wow! I didn't expect you to be a customer in the front row, Ono."

Fu Songyang looked at Chen Ye with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"McLaren delivered its first 100 W1s last month. I never imagined you would be one of McLaren's core customers among the first 100 W1s."

Mike nodded, his eyes full of admiration as he looked at Chen Ye.

"Haha~ I'll be going now."

Chen Ye was a little embarrassed. Fortunately, the car had already been delivered to a customer. If he had driven the car out before any cars had been delivered, wouldn't he have been exposed?

"Okay, see you tomorrow."

Fu Songyang and Mike exchanged a glance and chatted for a while before Fu Songyang suddenly spoke up: "I heard that Verstappen and Xiaoyu are both in Shanghai."

Mike paused, frowned, and asked, "Are you talking about Verstappen from Red Bull? Is Xiaoyu Zhou Guanyu?"

Fu Songyang nodded and said, "Yes, what a coincidence that everything is happening today! They all gathered together."

……

The appointed time for the meeting arrived quickly.

Chen Ye drove to the address given by Fu Songyang.

After arriving at the club, Chen Ye parked his car in a parking space, got out, and looked around.

"This must be the place."

Chen Ye peeked inside and saw that there were indeed quite a few tracks inside.

Chen Ye sent a message to Fu Songyang, and a beautiful woman came out shortly afterward.

"Hello Mr. Chen, I'm Linlin, Mr. Fu's secretary."

Chen Ye nodded and gently shook her hand.

"Please come with me, Mr. Chen."

Chen Ye nodded and followed.

It's not far from the club's offices, only a six-minute walk.

During those six minutes, Chen Ye also inquired about the HAC Supercar Club from Secretary Linlin.

In addition to the known membership requirements, Chen Ye also learned about the founding time and original intention of the HAC Supercar Club.

This club was founded as early as 2010 with the aim of stripping away commercial utilitarianism and attracting only true supercar enthusiasts.

There is also a deeper meaning, which is to cultivate local racing talent, launch a youth karting and professional driver training program, and train more local drivers to step onto the F1 stage.

Hearing these words, Chen Ye's desire to join the party began to rise.

At this moment, Chen Ye couldn't help but sigh inwardly that if the Football Association weren't so corrupt, he would at least have established a football academy or club to cultivate local players and help them reach the top five leagues of his dreams.

Before long, the two arrived at the club's office.

As soon as Chen Ye opened the door, he saw several people sitting in the office.

Apart from Fu Songyang, whom he had met yesterday, Chen Ye did not recognize any of them.

"Mr. Fu."

Chen Ye first greeted Fu Songyang with a polite smile.

"Oh! Ono's here! Let me introduce you to everyone."

As he spoke, Fu Songyang stood up with a smile and pointed to the only foreigner present, saying, "Max Verstappen is the strongest active F1 professional racing driver, with a net worth of $2.6 million."

Now it was Chen Ye's turn to be shocked.

He had heard of Verstappen, but as an outsider, he only knew his name and that he was the most awesome person in F1 racing.

I never expected Fu Songyang to have such amazing connections; he even managed to get Verstappen to come over.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Vestapan... It's a pleasure to meet you."

Chen Ye smiled and extended his hand to shake hands with this Mbappe of the racing world.

"Nice to the rice, Chen."

Verstappen smiled and said a sentence in English.

"Can I take a picture with you?" Chen Ye looked at Verstappen, a rare glint of expectation flashing in his eyes.

This is understandable, since anyone who meets NBA star Curry, football stars Ronaldo or Messi, or other world-renowned sports stars will instinctively want to take a photo with them.

Even Yu Dazui gets excited when he sees Liu Tianxian, let alone Verstappen, whose net worth is $2.6 million.

"Oh, Fukus."

Verstappen nodded, and then took a picture with Chen Ye.

Fu Songyang watched all this from the sidelines, feeling even happier inside!

He was secretly pleased with himself for making that decision last night, after all, what car enthusiast doesn't love F1 racing?

"Next up is also a professional F1 driver, our local professional driver, Zhou Guanyu."

"This is a member of our club, Yin Xidi, chairman of Lifan Group, nicknamed 'Brother Wonderful'."

"This is also a member of our club, Jiang Xin, the prince of rare earth. Back then, eight people from No. 5 West Suburbs ate 90 yuan worth of food and became famous all over the internet."

Hearing about the deeds of the rare earth prince, Chen Ye suddenly felt that he wasn't so wasteful after all.

At least one meal wouldn't cost nearly a million.

Chen Ye introduced himself to each of them one by one.

"This is Chen Ye, the CEO I was telling you about."

Jiang Xin and Yin Xidi exchanged glances, and then Jiang Xin spoke up: "Chen Ye, right? If you want to get into HAC, besides your collection being up to par, your track record can't be bad either."

"We won't look at the collections, but how about we run a lap on the track?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Ye's expression calmed down: "Okay, I won't hide anything and will tell you the truth. Apart from Verstappen, whom I might not be able to beat, I can even challenge Brother Yu."

Zhou Guanyu was taken aback, then his expression became quite interesting: "Oh? What, is this related to me?"

"You're so arrogant..."

Jiang Xin narrowed his eyes. He had been indifferent to Chen Ye before, but now he felt that Chen Ye was just a braggart.

Fu Songyang stood to the side with a detached, gossipy expression.

"Let's see what they're made of! Enough talk, let's get to the track!"

Fu Songyang pointed to the racetrack outside the window and laughed.

"Oh, right, before we go to the track, you have to come with me to the garage to pick out a car you like."

"I believe that if you love cars, you will absolutely fall in love with this garage."

Fu Songyang smiled mysteriously and patted Chen Ye on the shoulder.