Beauties in short shorts gathered around Ye Tian, chattering away. The second-generation rich kids in hip-hop attire looked up to him with reverence, bowing down like subjects to a lord.
Some went so far as to even offer their car keys to Ye Tian, saying that if he would take them as a disciple, the Camry would be his.
"Car god, teach me how to ride, yeah? How about a monthly salary of 100,000? No, make that 200,000, 300,000—just name your price as long as you agree. My family is loaded."
"Get lost, with your lame-ass talent, even having the car god as your mentor would be useless. Hey car god, what do you think about me? Will 600,000 do the trick?"
"Car god, car god, I want to have your monkeys!" Some brazen ***** of a beauty said, shaking her ***** in front of her chest.