[Everything is out of control]

The drunks didn’t take Chen Zemian’s advice. Not only did they not leave, but they also used their numbers to their advantage, yelling and surrounding him.

Since they wouldn’t leave willingly, they’d have to be dispersed by force.

Chen Zemian moved fast. He kicked one flying, threw two over his shoulder, and spun to knock another down. In what seemed like the blink of an eye, the rowdy, shouting drunks were all sprawled on the ground.

Only one, wearing a jacket, remained furthest away, about two or three meters from Chen Zemian. The jacketed man was dumbfounded, looking around at his spreadeagled companions. He then slowly looked up, meeting Chen Zemian’s gaze for two seconds. Chen Zemian’s eyebrow twitched slightly, and the jacketed man suddenly shuddered, turning to run.

“A bit late.”

Chen Zemian’s voice still hung in the air, but he had already leaped, moving like an unpredictable shadow, landing steadily in front of the jacketed man. The man’s face turned ashen, his eyes wide with terror as if he’d seen a ghost. Chen Zemian bent his knee and raised his leg, delivering a kick to the chest that sent the jacketed man flying back to join the other four drunks. Then, he picked up a wine bottle from the ground and casually threw it, hitting a struggling drunk on the shoulder: “Why run? True brothers share life’s sweetness and bitterness.”

The drunk stumbled from the impact, falling flat on his face. The bottle slipped, shattering on the ground with a *crash.*

His movements were fluid and seamless, more impressive than any martial arts movie. From the moment the wine bottle thrown at Xiao Kesong landed, to the moment Chen Zemian’s second bottle landed, the entire process took no more than three minutes. It was so fast that the bodyguards Lu Zhuonian brought didn’t even have time to act.

Chen Zemian stood tall under the bright autumn moon, his figure slender and refined, his expression cool and indifferent. Amidst the cries of pain and the chaos, he remained completely unfazed.

People are destined to pay the price for underestimating their opponents. This truth applies to everyone.

Lu Zhuonian watched Chen Zemian from not far away, plucking a white pill and putting it into his mouth. He stood at the street corner, raising an arm to signal his bodyguards to retreat. Lu Zhuonian’s face showed little emotion, and his gestures were as sharp as ever, making him appear calm and undisturbed. Yet, Ye Chen, who stood beside him, clearly saw Lu Zhuonian’s fingers trembling.

The tremor was very slight, like a neurological, abnormal spasm.

Ye Chen’s heart tightened. He softly called out, “Zhuonian, are you okay?”

Lu Zhuonian’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He struggled to control his breathing rate, subtly shaking his head. His voice was unusually hoarse: “I’m fine.” He had taken his medicine, and once it entered his bloodstream, it would quickly take effect, suppressing his unmentionable emotional fluctuations and physiological reactions.

The inherent thrill of blood and violence, combined with Chen Zemian’s captivating looks, stirred a deep, primal desire that Lu Zhuonian had long kept hidden. Everything was spiraling out of control.

On Xiao Kesong’s twentieth birthday night, what was supposed to happen still happened. That night, Shen Qingwan still encountered trouble. Even with Chen Zemian’s intervention, fate circled back to its original path.

What wasn’t supposed to happen also occurred. Shen Qingwan’s trouble was resolved, but Lu Zhuonian’s trouble, swept up by the torrent of fate, descended forcefully into his life that night, irresistibly and irrevocably. It came fiercely, unstoppable.

The sudden incident interrupted Xiao Kesong’s birthday party. By the time Shen Qingwan was seen off, it was almost dawn. A sliver of light was about to break.

As they parted ways, Xiao Kesong looked at Chen Zemian, seemingly wanting to speak but holding back. Chen Zemian knew his behavior was too unusual, even for the usually oblivious Xiao Kesong to notice something was off. But he didn’t know where to begin, nor how to explain it all. He didn’t want to lie to Xiao Kesong, but the truth was truly too bizarre. So, he simply kept silent. Chen Zemian believed that as long as he appeared straightforward enough, with Xiao Kesong’s ability to overthink, he would surely come up with a logical explanation to convince himself. The tea seller used this exact method to swindle Xiao Kesong out of eighty-eight thousand.

After parting with Chen Zemian, Xiao Kesong remained in a daze. This daze lasted for a full week. Chen Zemian reassured him, saying it was just a small interlude. Xiao Kesong didn’t think it was small, nor did he consider it an interlude.

“This is a turning point.”

Half a month later, during a public lecture, Xiao Kesong suddenly thought of a fitting description. He nudged Ye Chen beside him and asked, “Don’t you feel like Chen Zhe has changed?”

Ye Chen stopped writing and turned his head to look at Xiao Kesong.

Xiao Kesong said, “Chen Zhe used to be so good at handling things, he could get along with anyone anywhere. Now he…”

Ye Chen’s tone was calm: “Now he can also get along with anyone anywhere.”

Xiao Kesong was slightly surprised: “Who did he hit again?”

Ye Chen prompted: “Before, he hit Xu Shaoyang, and he also spilled coffee on Liu Yuebo.”

Xiao Kesong suddenly understood: “No wonder Liu Yuebo has been following Chen Zhe so obediently recently. So Chen Zhe beat him into submission.”

Ye Chen expressed doubt about Xiao Kesong’s memory: “Wasn’t it because Liu Yuebo’s brother gave Chen Zhe money?”

Xiao Kesong automatically ignored Ye Chen’s words, saying impatiently, “No, I have to ask Chen Zhe out again.”

Ye Chen didn’t see what there was to ask, so he made a ‘whatever you want’ gesture.

Xiao Kesong grabbed Ye Chen: “You have to come with me, and Zhuonian too. We didn’t finish our card game last time. How about I use that as an excuse to ask Chen Zhe?”

Ye Chen frowned, pondering. Lu Zhuonian had experienced immense emotional fluctuations under Chen Zhe’s influence that night. From the perspective of controlling his condition, it would be better for him not to meet Chen Zhe. Although Xiao Kesong knew Lu Zhuonian had a hidden illness, he didn’t know about his episodes caused by Chen Zhe. Ye Chen couldn’t tell Xiao Kesong directly, so he just said, “Does Zhuonian have any objections?”

Xiao Kesong was puzzled: “Why would he have objections?”

Ye Chen chose his words carefully: “Zhuonian… seemed unwilling to be with Chen Zhe before.”

“You said ‘before’,” Xiao Kesong tilted his head and raised an eyebrow, “now he’s very willing.”

Ye Chen was silent for a few seconds: “How can you tell?”

Xiao Kesong said, “How can I tell? Haven’t you seen him running to the shooting range every day lately? Every time I ask Chen Zhe what he’s doing, Chen Zhe says he’s serving the boss.”

Ye Chen: “…”

Xiao Kesong was very proactive. After speaking, he took out his phone and contacted people one by one, setting up another gathering. It was still the four of them, but instead of going to Fanlou, they met at home to chat and play cards.

Chen Zemian didn’t bring Liu Yuebo. Liu Yuebo was originally annoyed that his brother found someone to manage him, especially with Chen Zhe being that person. But when he heard Chen Zhe had plans for the evening and wasn’t taking him, he felt his brother’s money had been wasted.

Chen Zemian said, “It’s not wasted. I’ll take the subway to drop you home first, and then go to Young Master Xiao’s place. Am I not being considerate?”

Liu Yuebo immediately asked, “If you’re so considerate, why aren’t you taking me?”

Chen Zemian pushed Liu Yuebo’s head away: “Didn’t I take you all day? Don’t be clingy.”

Liu Yuebo incredulously said, “What do you mean you took me all day? I woke up early and came to the shooting range to find you. At ten in the morning, Young Master Lu had already arrived, and you still weren’t here. Is that how you work? What did Young Master Lu hire you for?”

Chen Zemian yawned: “Hired me to clean his guns.”

It seemed that an international shooting competition was to be held in Beijing next month. Two shooting ranges were qualified to host it: Lu Zhuonian’s AK International Shooting Range and the Yan family’s HG International Shooting and Archery Club. Hosting an international competition would undoubtedly boost brand influence. To secure the hosting rights, Lu Zhuonian had been coming to the shooting range every day recently to oversee operations. Chen Zemian took the opportunity to see many heavy firearms that were not usually displayed to the public. Under the guise of cleaning guns, Chen Zemian got to touch all of them.

However, he was indeed late for work today. Last night, he had been up late testing a game. The first story module of “Re-Fengshen” was almost complete and was about to enter closed beta. Chen Zemian had been incredibly busy these past few days, and yesterday he pulled an all-nighter, only sleeping at 4 AM. It was already remarkable that he made it to work. If not for the chance to examine those rare, famous collectible guns, he would have taken the day off.

Chen Zemian walked out of the shooting range and asked Liu Yuebo, “How did you get here today?”

“You know perfectly well,” Liu Yuebo glanced at Chen Zhe, annoyed. “My brother blocked my card, I didn’t have money for a taxi, and you didn’t come to pick me up. Of course, I could only take the subway. The Line 2 morning rush hour almost killed me.”

“I overslept today, you see,” Chen Zemian said with a slight hint of guilt, like a scoundrel, giving a promise he wasn’t sure he could keep: “I’ll definitely pick you up tomorrow.”

Liu Hao was determined to discipline his younger brother this time. Before going abroad, he stopped all of Liu Yuebo’s frequently used bank cards, directly transferring living expenses to Chen Zemian, and forbidding Chen Zemian from giving Liu Yuebo money, effectively forcing Liu Yuebo to listen to Chen Zemian through economic sanctions. Without money, Liu Yuebo couldn’t move an inch. He either had to stay home obediently every day or follow Chen Zemian and have Chen Zemian swipe his card for him.

Liu Yuebo was very stubborn at first, determined to resist to the end. He stubbornly stayed home for a week straight, not asking Chen Zemian for money. Seeing this, Liu Hao directly gave the cook a long vacation and had her change the home’s Wi-Fi password. With no food and no internet, Liu Yuebo couldn’t stand being at home anymore. He called Chen Zemian, asking him to pick him up for a meal.

Facing hunger, young Liu Yuebo was simply too hungry; he truly couldn’t uphold his integrity. “I’m starving to death.” The day he surrendered, Liu Yuebo weakly lay on the sofa, using his last bit of strength to call Chen Zemian. Even though he was already dizzy with hunger, his tone was still imperious: “Chen Zhe, I want roast duck.”

Chen Zemian said, “I’m busy right now. How about I order you some takeout?”

Liu Yuebo immediately raised his voice, “Eat roast duck takeout? Are you even speaking like a human being? The skin won’t be crispy by the time it gets here.”

Chen Zemian replied, “You’re supposedly starving to death, and you still care if the skin’s crispy? You’re not really that hungry, are you?”

Liu Yuebo insisted, “I’m really hungry. Take me to eat roast duck. I want to eat at Siji Minfu, please!”

Chen Zemian: “…”

That day, Chen Zemian was truly swamped. He had rented an office space in a suburban building for his game studio. When Liu Yuebo called, he was sitting in a small cargo van, delivering computers to the studio. Liu Yuebo was pressing him, so Chen Zemian told the driver to make a detour and pick him up from Liu Yuebo’s house first.

Liu Yuebo felt extremely grateful when he heard Chen Zemian agree to pick him up. Liu Yuebo secretly told himself: ‘To eat roast duck from Siji Minfu, I must be nice to Chen Zemian when I see him.’

‘Begging him one more time is also fine. I need to speak nicely, humble myself, and not talk back to Chen Zemian.’

‘A person can give up dignity for food. I’m just too hungry; there’s no shame in this.’

Although he had prepared himself mentally, the moment he saw that eighth-hand ^[1] used many times , dilapidated cargo van, Liu Yuebo still broke. He had underestimated his own pride. Liu Yuebo’s mind went blank. He believed he would rather starve to death or jump off a building than ever get into that filthy Wuling Hongguang ^[2] brand/model of a minivan https://zh.wikipedia.org/wiki/五菱宏光 . Absolutely not.

Chen Zemian pulled open the car door: “Hurry up and get in! Your residential compound’s security is too strict. That guard behind us has been following us; is he afraid we’ll steal something?”

Liu Yuebo thought to himself, ‘Your self-perception is quite accurate. Driving this eighth-hand Wuling Hongguang into a high-end villa complex, who in their right mind would think you’re here to pick someone up?’

He peered into the car. The seats were piled with various items, beneath which were seat covers with ugly patterns. The covers looked greasy, stained with some indescribable, large splotches. If he abandoned his principles and allowed himself to sit on that filthy seat, his entire being, from outside to inside, from his behind to his soul, would suffer irreversible contamination.

How could he describe this feeling? To use a rather inappropriate metaphor, just one glance at the car’s interior made him feel as if he had been violated.

Violating Liu Yuebo with a car wasn’t Chen Zemian’s intention; he just happened to be delivering goods with the vehicle. Seeing Liu Yuebo rooted to the spot, Chen Zemian guessed he found the car too shabby. But cargo vans were all like this, and he couldn’t do anything about it, so he good-naturedly got out of the car and coaxed Liu Yuebo for a bit.

Liu Yuebo was originally ready to die rather than get in, but once Chen Zemian coaxed him, he suddenly felt he wasn’t so easily going to die after all. After all, even though the car’s interior was ugly and dirty, Chen Zemian himself smelled nice. Thus, it seemed that sitting for just a little while should be enough to resist the contamination.

Just as Liu Yuebo was wavering, the driver, fed up with the young master’s affectedness, rolled down the window and said, “Alright, my car is quite clean. After this trip, I still have to pick up piglets. Are you getting in or not? If you don’t get in, I’m leaving.”

‘He even transports piglets?! What would that make me if I got into this car?!’

“No!” Liu Yuebo flew into a rage.

Chen Zemian had no choice but to let the van go ahead.

Liu Yuebo watched the van drive away, glaring at Chen Zemian: “Look at what kind of garbage you bring! Even a dog wouldn’t ride in that rundown car!”

Chen Zemian wasn’t angry; instead, he found it somewhat amusing. He looked at Liu Yuebo with a half-smile: “Having your card stopped really has made you more refined. At least you waited until the driver left to say that.”

Liu Yuebo was both furious and aggrieved, and angrily pushed Chen Zemian: “You’re so annoying!”

“Yes, yes, I’m annoying, I’m annoying,” Chen Zemian couldn’t help but laugh: “So, still want roast duck, Young Master Liu?”

Liu Yuebo roared: “Of course!”

Chen Zemian took out his phone: “Then I’ll call a Didi. How about I get you a business car?”

“Call Didi for what? I have a car.” Liu Yuebo raised his hand and tossed a key to Chen Zemian: “This car’s color suits you very well. You can drive it.”

The garage door slowly rose, revealing a luxurious car parked inside, sporting a trident emblem—a yellow Maserati Ghibli.

“…”

Chen Zemian looked at Liu Yuebo: “If you have a car, why don’t you drive it yourself?”

Liu Yuebo reluctantly spat out four words: “No money for gas.”

Chen Zemian opened the car door: “I’ll get you gas. Come on, let’s go eat first.”

Liu Yuebo slumped into the passenger seat and closed his eyes: “I don’t like driving. If I tell you to drive, you drive. Why so much nonsense? From now on, use this car to pick me up, got it? If I see any more of those strange cars in front of me, see how I’ll deal with you.”

Chen Zemian neither agreed nor objected, asking: “Where’s your family driver?”

Liu Yuebo certainly wouldn’t say his brother had dismissed the driver. He blustered, “Why use a driver when I have you! My brother gave you 600,000, and this car of mine is over a million. Is it an insult for you to drive it?!”

Chen Zemian could only say: “Alright, I’ll drive it until your brother comes back. We’ll talk about the rest later.”

Although he agreed to pick up and drop off Liu Yuebo, after driving for two days, Chen Zemian got annoyed with the morning and evening rush hour traffic. At most, he could pick up Liu Yuebo three times a week. Most of the time, Liu Yuebo still took the subway himself.

After so many days, his temper had been worn down by Chen Zemian, and he was too lazy to argue. He comforted himself that all the suffering was temporary. Once his parents returned from abroad, his older brother wouldn’t be able to control him, and he could do whatever he wanted. A month was almost up; time passes quickly. He just needed to endure a few more days.

What’s more, taking the subway had its advantages. Although Liu Yuebo’s card was blocked, he discovered a loophole. He could have Chen Zemian top up his public transport card, then go to the bus company and withdraw the money. He was a genius.

Liu Yuebo scratched his chin and told Chen Zemian, “My public transport card is out of money. Top it up for me again.”

Chen Zemian vaguely felt that Young Master Liu’s public transport card money was being used a bit too quickly, so he asked, “Didn’t I just top it up a couple of days ago? Is it already spent? Is the subway that expensive now?”

“Even if it’s expensive, it’s cheaper than driving, right? Your humble master here keeps his word; if I say I’m taking the subway, I’m taking the subway,” Liu Yuebo said, his expression unchanged and with a pointed tone: “Unlike some people, who promise to pick me up, then leave the car to gather dust in that broken alley near your house.”

Chen Zemian said, “Driving is too congested, and taking the subway is great too. It’s a good chance to let you experience life and see more of the ordinary people’s world.”

Liu Yuebo, remembering his original intention and his brother’s plan to get him close to Lu Zhuonian through Chen Zhe, said, “Right now, I just want to see the world of the rich. Take me with you tonight when you play cards with Young Master Xiao and the others, please.”

After so many days of interaction, Liu Yuebo had figured out Chen Zhe’s temper. Chen Zhe’s “user manual” had only two words: Beg him.

To elaborate, the specific methods included: begging hard, begging earnestly, begging repeatedly, shamelessly begging, pleading, imploring, entreating, earnestly requesting, and supplicating.

“No one’s home, my brother even dismantled the internet cable, and my phone data is throttled. I’m so bored alone at home.” Liu Yuebo first played the victim, then grabbed Chen Zhe’s arm, shaking it as he pleaded: “I’ll just watch you play cards, can’t I even do that without talking? I’ll shuffle for you, serve tea and water, and bring fruit. If I don’t go, you’ll definitely be doing all that work. I’m just looking out for you, so please take me, Chen Zhe, Brother Chen, Young Master Chen!”

Chen Zemian indeed wavered: “Well, then…”

Before he could say ‘okay’, a sudden engine roar came from behind them, followed by two horn blasts. Chen Zemian thought he was blocking the road, so he moved aside. The car didn’t drive forward; instead, it honked twice more.

The two turned around and looked back. A dark purple supercar was parked in the middle of the road.

“Pagani Huayra?” Liu Yuebo gasped: “That must be Young Master Lu’s car.”

Chen Zemian: “Possibly.”

Liu Yuebo looked closely: “This is a custom-made Huayra. It wouldn’t cost less than thirty to fifty million. It should be Young Master Lu’s car. He rarely drives it out, and he never carries passengers. I heard even Young Master Xiao and Young Master Ye haven’t ridden in it.”

“Then let’s stand further away,” Chen Zemian retreated another half step, saying: “It’s too expensive; we can’t afford to compensate for it.”

Liu Yuebo sneered: “It’s you who can’t afford it.”

Chen Zemian shot back without missing a beat: “Even if I could afford it, I wouldn’t crash into a car. If you can crash into it, you go ahead.”

Liu Yuebo: “…” ‘Why can’t I ever win an argument with Chen Zhe? Does Chen Zhe never sleep, staying up all night memorizing comebacks to roast people?’

As the two whispered to each other, the Pagani’s driver’s side window lowered, revealing a cold, imposing profile. It was indeed Lu Zhuonian.

Lu Zhuonian looked at Chen Zemian and said two words: “Get in.”

Liu Yuebo: “!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Chen Zemian looked at Liu Yuebo, raising an eyebrow in question: “See, it does carry passengers. I told you Young Master Lu isn’t that stingy.”

Liu Yuebo suppressed his shock and grabbed Chen Zemian: “You’re not taking me again?”

Chen Zemian said, “Let me ask Young Master Lu.”

Lu Zhuonian didn’t wait for Chen Zemian to speak and said, “No.”

“…”

Chen Zemian looked apologetically at Liu Yuebo, again making an empty promise like a scoundrel: “Next time, I’ll definitely take you.”

Liu Yuebo lowered his voice and whispered in Chen Zemian’s ear: “My public transport card is out of money. If you leave, how will I get home?”

Chen Zemian slapped his public transport card into Liu Yuebo’s hand, generously saying, “Then use mine.”

Liu Yuebo had no problem taking the subway by himself, but he couldn’t accept squeezing onto a crowded subway during rush hour while Chen Zemian sat in a Pagani supercar! This wasn’t fair!

He held onto Chen Zemian, refusing to let go, grinding his teeth: “Didn’t you say you wanted to take the subway to see the world of ordinary people?”

Chen Zemian patted Liu Yuebo’s shoulder: “You go ahead and see it first. It’s not that I’m not taking you, it’s that Young Master Lu isn’t taking you.”

Liu Yuebo had a sudden thought: “Why don’t you beg him?”

Chen Zemian said, “Do you think he’s as easy to talk to as I am? His heart is as cold as iron.”

Lu Zhuonian: “You know I can hear you two talking, right?”

Chen Zemian & Liu Yuebo: “…”

Lu Zhuonian’s patience ran out. He leaned his elbow on the car window, urging Chen Zemian: “Can you hurry up?”

Chen Zemian said, “Liu Yuebo wants to come too. I can’t shake him off.”

“There’s no room in the car,” Lu Zhuonian looked at Liu Yuebo: “Next time, Yuebo.”

Liu Yuebo immediately nodded: “Okay, Young Master Lu.” How could he possibly object? Young Master Lu called him Yuebo!

Liu Yuebo told Chen Zemian: “You go, don’t worry about me.”

Chen Zemian nodded, exchanged a couple more words with Liu Yuebo, then turned and walked towards the Pagani. The passenger-side gull-wing door slowly rose. Chen Zemian bent down and sat inside, fumbling for a while, not knowing how to close the door.

Lu Zhuonian said, “Pull it.”

Chen Zemian was very surprised: “Such an expensive car doesn’t have electric doors?”

“No, it doesn’t,” Lu Zhuonian replied, then said, “Are Maserati’s electric doors good? When you get paid, install one for me.”

Chen Zemian immediately stated that manual doors were perfectly fine too.

He pulled the car door shut. The expensive, exquisite carbon fiber door closed with a *thump*, a sound that made Liu Yuebo’s heart ache. Lu Zhuonian, in the driver’s seat, didn’t even blink, as if the sound of the door closing was meant to be that loud.

In that moment, Liu Yuebo felt his world had been impacted in some indescribable way. He wished he were deaf, or blind.

…

The purple Pagani pulled up in front of Xiao Kesong’s house. The roar of the engine, reeking of money, was clearly audible even in the living room.

Xiao Kesong opened the armored door and stood in the foyer, asking, “Why are you driving this car today?”

Lu Zhuonian stepped out of the driver’s seat, simply stating, “It happened to be parked at the shooting range.”

Ye Chen remained silent.

Xiao Kesong said, “Good foresight, sports cars are fast. Otherwise, with all that rush hour traffic, who knows what time it would be when you got here.” As he spoke, he pulled out his phone, about to ask Chen Zhe where he was, when he saw the Pagani’s passenger door suddenly spring open upwards.

The moment he saw Chen Zhe step out, Xiao Kesong’s pupils widened for an instant. He sharply turned to Lu Zhuonian: “You brought Chen Zhe?!”

Lu Zhuonian elegantly offered three words: “On the way.”

Ye Chen looked up at Lu Zhuonian, as if trying to confirm something. Lu Zhuonian ignored his friend’s scrutinizing gaze. No answer was the best answer. Ye Chen slowly withdrew his gaze, offering no opinion.

Xiao Kesong still had questions: “Doesn’t your car not allow passengers?”

Ye Chen interrupted: “Are you asking Chen Zhe or Zhuonian?”

Xiao Kesong then remembered the purpose of his gathering and temporarily pushed his questions about Lu Zhuonian aside. He called out to Chen Zhe: “Chen Zhe, come on over, what are you doing?”

“I’m admiring Young Master Lu’s car,” Chen Zemian stood beside the Pagani, giving a thumbs up: “This car is really cool.”

Lu Zhuonian tossed the car keys to Chen Zemian: “Then you can drive it.”

Chen Zemian: “!!!!”

Ye Chen: “…………”

Xiao Kesong: “??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????”

—-

Author’s Note:

The fishing begins.

Irresponsible Mini-Theater:

Later, a certain Mr. Liu, a victim who preferred to remain anonymous, stated: “If Young Master Lu driving out the Huayra is like a peacock fanning its tail, then what does it mean when he brings up my Maserati?”

The victimized vehicle, the Maserati, stated: “Aside from slapping your face, I can’t think of any other explanation. After all, one door of the great Huayra is more expensive than my entire car. ┭┮﹏┭┮ Who did I ever offend?”

P.S. Including customs duties, the Pagani Huayra sells for approximately 29 million (RMB). Lu Zhuonian’s customized version would be even more expensive. The Maserati Ghibli’s guide price is 738,800 to 948,800 (RMB), and Liu Yuebo’s is the top trim, over 1 million (RMB) with taxes. [All data above is from the internet. After all, Lu Zhuonian has a real Huayra, and I don’t. 🙂 Blessings, may we all drive Huayras someday.]