mynovelweb Chapter 216 The car's air conditioning isn't actually very good.
Chapter 216 The car's air conditioning isn't actually very good.
Ye Fan originally wanted to merge the entertainment company into the Hongdou Group, but after thinking about it, he decided against it. Since Fang Yu and Qin Kun would be involved in this company, he decided to simply register a new company and build a new office building, keeping it separate from the Hongdou Group!
Seeing this, Ye Fan didn't insist. His gaze swept over her slightly thin suit and the morning chill, and he said with concern, "Have you been waiting long? Next time, you don't need to wait outside. Just send me a message or call me directly. In this weather, if you catch a cold, I won't be able to explain it to Director Wen."
He half-jokingly brought up Wen Yan.
Miao Zi's eyes flickered slightly, a faint warmth seeming to pass through them, but it vanished in an instant, replaced by a deeper professional rationality: "Thank you for your concern, Mr. Ye. This slight chill is nothing."
Her tone was calm, carrying a seasoned composure: "Thinking back to when I first started as an account manager, it was common to spend an entire day running around the streets in sweltering heat of over 40 degrees Celsius to secure a single potential client. Compared to that, the conditions now are..."
She paused slightly, then naturally returned to the essence of service: "Moreover, as your personal secretary provided by ICBC, I will offer services that exceed your expectations..."
"Stop, stop, stop." Ye Fan interrupted her this time with a smile, his tone tinged with a helpless teasing, "With your service spirit, hasn't President Wen given you all an award?"
He looked at Miao Zi with great interest.
When Wen Yan made the recommendation, he had a vague feeling that this secretary might have some connections.
But now, listening to her calmly recount her experience of working her way up from the bottom, the resilience and pragmatism she had forged through those struggles made Ye Fan's understanding of her clearer.
This is definitely not a flower grown in a greenhouse.
He then asked, "Have you had breakfast?"
"I used it on the way here, thank you for your concern, Mr. Ye." Miao Zi's reply was as concise and efficient as ever.
"Alright, let's go then." Ye Fan said no more and walked towards the bright orange McLaren P1 parked next to the courtyard, which looked like a work of art.
He pressed the key, and the iconic butterfly doors, like a sleeping behemoth awakening, slowly opened upwards, revealing a cockpit full of technology and a sense of battle.
Ye Fan sat in the low driver's seat and saw Miao Zi standing next to the cool passenger door, seemingly unfamiliar with the unique way this supercar was opened.
He leaned over and pointed to a cleverly designed sensor area on the inside of the car door: "Here, just touch it with your finger, and the door will automatically rise."
His movements carried a familiarity that came with the air of a master.
"Understood, thank you, Mr. Ye." Miao Zi followed his instructions, her movements showing a slight awkwardness from her first experience, but steady and composed.
She carefully settled into the highly enveloping bucket chair, placing a high-quality black leather briefcase, which appeared to be full of documents, on her lap, her posture upright.
The engine emitted a deep, powerful roar, like the growl of a beast.
The McLaren P1, carrying the two people, drove away from the quiet bamboo grove courtyard and merged into the gradually awakening city traffic.
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Miao Zi, on the other hand, curiously examined the interior of the McLaren P1.
This doesn't seem to be the luxury car she imagined.
The interior is too basic.
At first glance, the large carbon fiber panels gleam with a cold, hard luster, the physical buttons are rugged and direct, and the central control screen appears small and simple.
It lacks the warm wood trim, delicate leather upholstery, and exquisite quartz clock found everywhere in Governor Wen's Mercedes-Benz S-Class, and it also lacks those dazzling ambient lighting strips.
Although the seats are high-end bucket seats, they have extremely strong side support and the padding is on the firmer side. When you sit in them, you can clearly feel the slight vibrations of the road surface, which is far from being "comfortable".
The interior's "shabby" feel was even worse than some luxury cars she had seen that cost hundreds of thousands.
Ye Fan keenly caught the fleeting confusion and assessment in her eyes, a knowing smile playing on his lips. He took the initiative to speak, "Don't you think that this multi-million dollar thing looks worse inside than a car worth a few hundred thousand? And the seats are rock hard, not even close to a sofa?"
"Ah?" Miao Zi, slightly embarrassed that her thoughts had been exposed, quickly waved her hands. "No, no, Mr. Ye, I just..."
She wanted to find a respectable reason to cover it up.
Ye Fan chuckled lightly, his tone relaxed and candid: "It's alright, just tell the truth. Be honest about your feelings, don't hold back. That's what top-tier supercars are like—the exterior is a work of art, the interior is an arena."
He pointed to the exposed carbon fiber texture on the center console: "In pursuit of ultimate lightweighting and performance, manufacturers are meticulous about every gram of weight. Leather wrapping? Luxury wood trim? Ambient lighting? These are all unnecessary. Keep it simple, use carbon fiber wherever possible. Comfort? That's for executive sedans designed for chauffeured drivers."
He patted the steering wheel: "Speed and handling are the only true beliefs. So in terms of interior and comfort, it's definitely far inferior to million-dollar commercial vehicles."
"Oh, I see!" Miao Zi exclaimed in realization, a slightly embarrassed smile appearing on her face as her previous awkwardness melted away. "I was so ignorant. I only knew that supercars were expensive, but I never imagined that the design logic behind them was so... 'hardcore'."
She carefully chose her words.
Then, a deeper question surfaced in her mind, and she couldn't help but look at Ye Fan with genuine curiosity: "Then why are guys still so obsessed with sports cars? They may have great performance, but they're not comfortable to drive every day, and their practicality is low. Besides... um... they look cool?"
She was too embarrassed to say "pretentious" directly.
"Haha, you've hit the nail on the head!" Ye Fan laughed heartily, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Being handsome is definitely the primary factor. But there's something else you might not have thought of—the air conditioning in this car isn't actually that great."
Miao Zi was taken aback, and subconsciously checked her surroundings: "Huh? Air conditioning? I feel quite cool with it on right now?"
The temperature inside the car was clearly very comfortable.
Ye Fan explained with a smile, "It's not that the cooling system doesn't work. What I mean is, when you're driving a car like this and parked at a busy intersection or in a bustling neighborhood... guess what? Even if it's 40 degrees Celsius outside, you still have to roll down the windows."
Miao Zi instantly understood his subtext, and the blush that had just faded on her face suddenly surged back up.
Having witnessed too much glitz and glamour in the banking industry, she knew all too well what Ye Fan meant—lowering the car window wasn't for ventilation, but to receive the envious or curious glances coming from all directions, especially from the opposite sex.
This is the "social currency" attribute of top-tier sports cars, beyond speed, silently proclaiming wealth, status, and a certain allure.