It seems that only at the Pebble Beach Auto Show auction can people find natural reasons for spending a lot of money on themselves.

The meaning of "seeing money as dung" seems to have changed at this moment. To be honest, in front of these priceless old cars, money is indeed dung.

With a smile on his face, Kuchibin pointed at Han Xuan in front of him and shouted: "Congratulations, congratulations to this boy! The Ferrari 275gtb/c numbered "2" will belong to you today! 2.85 million US dollars! The highest, highest price so far today!"

Following the appearance of Ferrari 275gtb/c, a 250-gto-coupe produced by Ferrari in 1962.

The price Han Xuan sold just now was sold by the car that won the second place in the Tour de France before 20 minutes, and was bought by an outdated old movie star for a high price of 4.07 million US dollars.

The whole world seems to have a special liking for the Italian brand "Ferrari". So far, the top three are all cars produced by Ferrari.

Jeremiah's face looked ugly. When he just took a photo of the Bugatti 57sc-atlantic he was interested in, he was despised by a young boy, spending 700,000 more than he thought to win it.

Han Xuan was very happy. The Bugatti 57sc-atlantic produced in 1983 may be quite beautiful now, but compared with the Viagra series in a few years, it will be a waste of money.

It is clear that with the personality of a person like Jeremiah, he will definitely not be able to withstand the stimulation. He knows that it is a plan, but he still has to drill in it. Unfortunately, it is not enough to just let him suffer a small loss.

After the auction of the last two cars, the Pebble Beach Auto Show tour came to a perfect end.

Of course, it means that for Han Xuan, other tourists can still have five days to visit, and they can't drive after paying the deposit car, so they need to be placed in Pebble Beach to continue the exhibition. The organizer will arrange for someone to deliver it to the designated location.

Mr. Han filled in the form Montana. He smiled and told his grandson that this Ferrari was given to him as a reward for the chain store’s idea.

The shy Heinrich was unable to sell himself in the end and said goodbye to them in awkward manner.

Unexpectedly, before leaving, a bodyguard handed him a business card, which was only a string of old man's office phone numbers.

The shrewd Thomas could only force his smile and waved his hand to say goodbye to Jeremiah's butt. When they disappeared from sight, they were so angry that they kicked the steel trash can far away. They were in a state of indifference to the idea of ​​Heinrich's business card...

The convoy went east for half an hour, arrived at Highway 1, turned a corner and drove south. It winded across the entire west coast of the United States, with pleasant scenery along the route.

Han Xuan felt that California Highway 1 was built in the painting, winding hundreds of kilometers along the way, and the scenery made people concentrate and breathe.

The road that is passing through is cliffs on one side and cliffs on the other side.

Facing the sea, spring is warm and flowers bloom.

...

"By the way, Mr. Han called and said he had arrived in Los Angeles." Lopez said in his car.

From the Rolls-Royce car radio, the passionate singing of the Eagles' "California Hotel" came. Han Xuan and Anya were sitting in the back row, looking at the west coast together, and the two elders were in the Mercedes-Benz behind. You could see it when you looked back.

Grandpa was with him just now, and what he said about Mr. Han could only refer to his father. Han Xuan quickly reported it, put his hand on the backrest of the driver's seat, and leaned forward. He asked in a low voice: "Isn't he in Hawaii? Why are he back?"

"I didn't say this. You were bidding at the time. Mr. Han said he would call him back when he had time."

This section of the road is turning continuously. Lopez sat up straight, slowed down the speed and drove aside, his vision was blocked by rocks, and he pressed the horn twice from time to time to remind the cars behind him to pay attention.

"Yeah, I'll fight now."

After Han Xuan finished speaking, he picked up the phone, pressed the speed dial button and placed it in his ear. After a while, he found that there was no sound, so he held it in his hand and patted it in confusion.

Anya noticed his movements and asked softly, "What are you doing?"

Han Xuan shrugged and said, "My phone seems to be broken."

"This is not the city, it's normal to have no signal." Anya said.

"It's almost time to reach Santa Cruz, there should be a signal tower there." Lopez spoke: "There are about twenty minutes left."

Han Xuan was used to using his mobile phone to call anywhere, but almost forgot that it was still in the 1990s.

After looking at Motorola's black and white screen, the signal icon in the upper right corner was indeed empty, and he said, "Okay, let me know, Mr. Lopez."

"It's okay, I just have to rest in the service area. I can only go back to La at ** at night, so I have to eat something."

No matter how beautiful the scenery is, it will become like that if you see too much.

Taking a long-distance bus is a very tiring thing. In order to take care of the old man, Han Xuan and others asked Benjamin to drive a helicopter back to Los Angeles first, otherwise they would be home by this time.

I was lucky enough to encounter traffic jams on Highway 1. I only spent some time when I passed the toll station and paid the five dollars to continue on the road. Lopez didn't hear anyone talking behind me for a long time. He looked back and saw that both of them were asleep.

He smiled and teased the radio sound. If Han Xuan was still awake, he would find that the song being played was very familiar, as if a roommate of Brown University...

Four cars were parked at the gas station next to the Santa Cruz highway. In addition to the Rolls-Royce and a Mercedes-Benz brought by Mr. Han, the five bodyguards who were also left in San Francisco drove over in two Cadillacs. As for returning the car, it would give JP Morgan Bank a headache.

The toilet window is facing the sea. Here, there is an inexplicable sense of tyranny, as if it is defiling the entire Pacific Ocean.

Anya and the others went to have pizza, but Han Xuan was not hungry yet. He went to Lopez to come to his phone, but the signal on the screen was only half a square.

Of course, you have to move and call the mobile phone. You can walk out of the pizza shop alone, and Han Xuan dialed his father's number around the small flower bed, and was quickly connected.

"Dad? Are you back?"

Han Xuan stopped and vague words suddenly came from inside: "Yeah, you are already in Beverly Hills. No one is there at your grandfather's house. The security guard said he has gone out and is now at your grandfather's house."

Perhaps talking to the butler, Han Xuan vaguely heard his father say thank you. He raised his phone and looked up. Seeing that the signal grid was one more, he pressed the button with his left hand and shouted: "Why is it so fast? Didn't he mean to stay until August?"

"Old Patton called yesterday and said something happened in the ranch and I need to go back."

"I originally planned to fly back to Montana from Hawaii, but your mom wanted to come and see you. And she asked if you want to go with us?"

Han’s father’s voice came out through the phone.

Looking back at the direction of the pizza restaurant, Anya was probably full and was walking towards her.

Han Xuan replied in a low voice: "I'll talk about it when I go back tonight. I'll be in Santa Cruz City now and I'll be there in a few hours. What's wrong with the ranch?"

"Don't worry, there's no big problem, it's just a bit troublesome..." (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!