Greatest Of All Legends

Chapter 473: New Whip II

Chapter 473: New Whip II

Chapter 473: New Whip II

“Let’s go,” Fedez said as he pushed open the door of the car, the door opening upward like a butterfly spreading its wings.

Jason’s eyes instinctively flew toward his pocket to pull out his glasses, but then he remembered that the Ferrari Racing Day was a high-class gathering, which meant even if he got recognized, he wouldn’t be hassled too much because of the security team deployed to keep people away from the venue.

‘Somehow, that feels insulting to the fans for some reason,’ he thought as his hand left the glasses in his pocket and he pushed open the door of the car as well.

As Jason and Fedez stepped out of the car, the cameras that were focused on them increased as recognition of the people in the car set in.

The cameramen were especially shocked… not because of Fedez who was expected, though they didn’t expect the car he was driving as it was supposed to still be in the works.

The cause of their surprise was the person who came out of the passenger seat, Jason.

Jason’s appearance at the event was unexpected and was already quite the scoop, but what was even more surprising was that he came with Fedez who no one knew him to be associated with.

Unfortunately, their jobs as cameramen and videographers were to take pictures and record videos.

The reporters who were around were even more aggrieved as they were not allowed to get too close and had been assigned times when they could do interviews so they couldn’t just walk up to Jason and Fedez to interview them otherwise they would be thrown out and then would most probably end up fired by their bosses.

Seeing that no one came up to them for the time being, Jason heaved a silent sigh of relief, though he could still see that a lot of eyes were on them, however, he ignored that and turned to Fedez,

“What now?” he asked the Italian singer.

“We walk, smile, greet people, and stealthily ask if any of these fine gentlemen… or ladies, has a Ferrari they want to sell,” Fedez said to Jason and adjusted his collar a bit.

“Huh?” Jason sputtered out as that was completely different from what this guy was saying earlier.

“Until my contact arrives,” Fedez added after seeing Jason eyeing him like he could pump him full of lead in that moment.

“Oh,” Jason replied, still confused.

He hadn’t been at a car show before and only knew that one could get a car here, but he didn’t know how these rich people did their things.

“Though this show is hosted by Ferrari, the car’s sold by Ferrari at this show aren’t that many,”

“This car show is more of a social gathering of Ferrari owners,”

“They come around, meet up, race, trade some of their cars to one another, hence most of the cars that end up being sold here once belonged to someone else,”

“For supercars like these, that only increases their value,” Fedez explained as they began walking.

“I guess we didn’t need those economics classes after all,” Jason said wittily, rolling his eyes at the thought.

“Haha, I guess you’re right, the rich make education compulsory, but then turn over and fu*k all the educated ones,” Fedez laughed.

“You don’t get to talk, you’re one of the rich guys,” Jason said, giving him the side eye.

“And you aren’t?” Fedez replied, giving him the side eye as well.

“… Good point, but I’m first-generation money and my generational wealth accumulation has barely even started,” Jason huffed because now that he thought about it, he was kind of rich.

“Also, I never forced anyone into formal education,” he added, making sure to validate himself.

“I haven’t done that either,” Fedez said as well, taking the opportunity to validate himself of the self-imposed charges.

Before they could continue talking, Fedez heard his name being called from behind and he quickly took the opportunity to begin socializing, making sure to drag Jason into it without his consent.

Being thrust into such a situation, Jason didn’t have any options but to relate well with the people who were acquaintances of Fedez, he didn’t want to mess up his chances of getting one of the cars that could make it to a show like this.

Mid socializing, Jason was able to feast his eyes on Ferraris of all kinds and he soon started understanding why most Ferraris came in the red color.

The red color fitted the boldness of the Ferrari as a vehicle no matter how aesthetically strange it appeared. Any other color would make the car look horrible and Jason could already see quite a few cars that he would willingly set on fire if not because they cost a few million.

The most difficult part of socializing was praising such cars and praising the choice of the owners of those cars when in reality, Jason wanted to whack them across the head for their choice of color and body modifications.

‘Rich people just do whatever they want,’ He scoffed inwardly.

‘I’m surprised one of them hasn’t just taken a piss and called it a masterpiece(masterpiss),’ he thought and then smiled at his own joke.

On the outside though, that smile sent the heart of someone’s wife fluttering and when no one was paying attention, she pressed a piece of paper with her number into his hand, surprising him.

Jason had enough tact to not react at that moment, but as they walked away from the place, Jason looked at the piece of paper and seeing its content, he could not hold back a smile.

“Be careful with that thing, stay unseen, don’t get attached, or you could be in a lot of trouble,” Fedez said, glancing over at the piece of paper.

He had seen when the woman pressed it into Jason’s hand earlier but had also not said anything.

Without a word, Jason turned to Fedez and smoothly slipped the paper into the breast pocket of his shirt,

“You seem to need this more than I do, seeing as you have experience and all,” Jason commented, patting the breast pocket after slipping the paper in.

“Ah, I forgot you’re still a kid,” Fedez replied smugly, laughing at Jason victoriously, but Jason just internally shook his head.

He had probably slept with more women than he cared to count… in his previous life, of course… and whether Fedez had done worse didn’t matter to him as he didn’t see such a thing as an achievement.

It was fun at first, but despite the pleasure it brought, it slowly got boring.

It was almost like a drug.

The more one did it, the less satisfying the feeling of satisfaction there was and it would make one want to chase a new high, which was why the so-called players became kinkier and kinkier until they developed certain fetishes if they weren’t careful enough at reigning in themselves.

They would never openly admit to this though.

“Where is your contact?” Jason suddenly asked Fedez as he wasn’t interested in reminiscing that part of his previous life.

“I see him already, that’s where we’re going, ” Fedez replied as they walked towards a vintage Ferrari that Jason didn’t recognize.

“Mr Patino, how are you doing?” Fedez greeted a man who looked to be in his early sixties with a head full of thinning gray hair that was carefully styled as he stepped out of the car.

“Ah? Fedez my boy, how is business,” the man turned around and hugged Fedez, an amicable smile on his face.

“And who’s this new face?” Mr Patino asked Fedez as his eyes fell on Jason who was quietly standing behind Fedez.

“Ah, wait, I’ve seen you before,” Mr. Patino suddenly had a flash of recognition in his eyes for a second, but a second later, it was gone and the ma still looked confused.

“This is a friend I met today, he’s a new member of the Uventus team back at Turin,” Fedez quickly took the chance to introduce Jason, seeing as the old man didn’t recognize him.

“Yes, now I remember, you were-…” Mr Patino began speaking to Jason but was interrupted by a voice coming from the other side of the car.

“Papino, I want to go look for Esmeranza,” a young girl who looked to be about sixteen said to Mr. Patino as she got out of the car.

“Come over and say hello first my dear,” Mr Patino said to the girl with a loving tone.

Jason looked over at the girl who had called this man ‘Papino’ which was an endearment term for ‘father’ in Italian and if that wasn’t enough to determine their relationship, the clear similarities in their looks were the icing on the cake.

The girl did not seem to be paying much attention to them as her eyes were constantly scanning around the area instead, probably looking for ‘Esmeranza,’ Jason supposed, but when she had walked around the car, she finally turned towards them.

“Hello, Mr. Fedez, and wh…” The girl started speaking, but when she finally got a good look at Jason who she hadn’t noticed earlier, her words stopped in her throat and she fell in love at first sight, teenage girl style.

Jason who didn’t know this attributed her silence to a lack of knowledge about him and he held out his hand,

“I’m Jason beautiful lady, what is your name?” he spoke coolly and at ease, completely unaware of how his little actions had further thrown the young woman further down the pit of no return.