"Damn, then your family will make a fortune. Harry, don't forget about me when you get rich."
Enjoying the praise of classmates, Harry was quite satisfied, with the corners of his mouth almost curling up to the sky.
When he turned his head and saw me, his expression became playful. He hurriedly came over to ask me with fake kindness.
"Jeremy, do you want to ride in my car? Let you experience what a luxury car is like."
I probably know what Harry had in mind.
Last night, I pointed out that he was wearing fake shoes and embarrassed him, so today he deliberately had his family come to pick him up in a luxury car to embarrass me.
Porsche 718 was around 90 to 110 thousand. It was a rare luxury car among our classmates.
Not waiting for me to answer, he took it upon himself, "Unfortunately, my car is full. You can line up next time."
I was about to speak when suddenly I heard a burst of exclamation from the other end.
I turned my head and saw a familiar Ferrari SF90 slowly approaching.
Everyone's eyes were caught by this car.
"Is that a Ferrari?"
"Yeah, look at that logo. It's so cool."
"Whose car is it?"
Soon, the car stopped in front of us. The suited Uncle James got out and smiled at me and nodded.