Almighty Coach

Herr Haim, King of the Car, the name was familiar to everyone present.

"Is this indeed the Herr Haim’s retirement gift from Ferrari?"

"Yang Chen said so, so then it should be true. He knows roadsters best among us."

"If it is the retirement gift, then it’s invaluable. Three million euros should not be enough."

"Stop joking, the car’s sentimental value alone is priceless."

"Back to the topic, why is Herr Haim’s retirement souvenir here? This car is memorable to Herr Haim, so I think he wouldn’t sell it, even if he got paid?"

Liancheng Jia heard those voices, his depressed face suddenly lighting up. He was hyper now. "I say, Yang Chen, did you misread it? How could Herr Haim’s retirement souvenir be here?"Liancheng Jia said.

"How would I misread it? Black lacquer coating, plus the figure 30, only Herr Haim’s fxx looks like this." Yang Chen was sure.

"Perhaps, the coating is made on purpose!" Liancheng Jia smiled, and said: "Or rather, say, this is just a model! At least I can’t believe this, that an ordinary coach owns Herr Haim’s retirement souvenir."

Hearing these words, Yang Chen hesitated. He looked at the roadster, then at Dai Li, undecided. There were many people staring at Dai Li, waiting to see him lose face. Apparently, they thought that Dai Li intended to fool them with a fake car. Herr Haim’s private car, an exclusive roadster, which could not be bought by money, how would it fall into a poor coach’s hands?

Red beard walked to Dai Li, and asked: "Mr. Li, the car looks good from appearances. Would you like to start it, just as a double check? If the engine works well, then our delivery will be completed."

"Sure, let me try." Dai Li opened the door and sat inside. He inserted the key, then pressed start button. Rear lamps went on, followed by that 6262cc V12 neighing-like startup. After that sound, the heavy bass roar shocked everyone at the scene.

As the fxx prototype, it didn’t use a series-produced engine. This special engine was made only for fxx, later, it was gradually used in other Ferrari flagship roadsters. Therefore, from the engine’s roar, its uniqueness had already been shown.

Not every rich second generation there knew about roadsters, but surely everybody got one, at least. However, none of them had ever heard such a roar from their own roadsters. But from the pleasant neighing heard when the engine just started, and heavy bass-like beastial roaring after it fully started, everyone sensed that it must be a top-level roadster.

Yang Chen stood right next to the car, intoxicated by the engine roaring. To him, it was the most beautiful music in the world. Meanwhile, Dai Li stepped on the accelerator in neutral. A tremendous crash "Hum" immediately shocked the crowd.

Hearing it, Yang Chen shouted, ill-mannered: "This roar is made by a v12 engine, no, only racing-car level engines can produce such a roar. This car is indeed a fxx! This car is Herr Haim’s fxx!"

Yang Chen’s words slapped Liancheng Jia in his face. Liancheng Jia was questioning that the car was just a model, but Yang Chen’s behavior refuted him, and humiliated him greatly.

Liancheng Jia wished to kick Yang Chen down to the ground. Although nobody laughed at him, it didn’t mean that people would forget about this. Liancheng Jia predicted that soon he would be the others’ after-dinner joke. Today’s "gift war" was full of twists and turns. From Liang Chai’s pendant, to Liancheng Jia’s roadster, but the one laughing till the end was Dai Li, who was the one who had been ignored the whole time.

The crowd looked at Dai Li differently now. Previously, Dai Li was a loser in people’s eyes, as to those rich people, a sports coach was nothing. But now, after an exclusive roadster was presented, Dai Li’s figure immediately grew bigger. At least, none of those people was able to buy a Ferrari fxx as a gift, let alone Herr Haim’s retirement souvenir.

Now, many people began to guess as to what background Dai Li had. Perhaps he was a love child of an executive, otherwise, how could he afford such a unique gift?

...

Zhicheng Huang knocked at the door and walked in. "President, I have investigated Dai Li’s roadster, and it is indeed a Ferrari fxx," reported Zhicheng Huang.

"Oh, a Ferrari? This Dai Li probably spent all the money he has in order to afford such a Ferrari roadster. Well, he indeed invested much for Yunan." Dingtian Xiao kept reading the document in his hand, and didn’t even raise his head, asking: "How much is it?"

"Not sure. I haven’t found any information," Zhicheng Huang answered honestly.

"No information?"Dingtian Xiao put down the document, while he looked at Zhizhong Huang in surprise.

He knew Zhicheng Huang’s competence. Zhicheng Huang had been following Dingtian Xiao as an assistant for so many years, how would he be now a common individual? But today, hearing "no information" from his assistant, Dingtian Xiao was a little bit confused.

Zhicheng Huang explained: "President, this Ferrari fxx is an exclusive product, as there are only 30 of them in this world, and all are not open for sale. The buyers were selected by Ferrari, according to certain standards, otherwise, there is no way to buy it. Precisely speaking, this car is priceless, without even a market."

"Is Ferrari making hunger marketing? Hmm, not really, if there are only 30 of them, there is no need to do any hunger marketing." Dingtian Xiao slightly shook his head, but kept asking: "You said there are some standards, what are they?"

"Details are not given. I found some rumors, but they are all wrong," replied Zhicheng Huang.

"Do I meet those standards?" Dingtian Xiao asked with interest.

"Definitely not, "Zhicheng Huang replied honestly, like a robot.

"I don’t meet the standards, how come Dai Li reached the standards? Am I worse than that boy?!" Dingtian Xiao didn’t blame Zhicheng Huang, he just seemed to pour out his unpleasantness, for the thought of that Dai Li being better than him in some aspects.

"I guess Dai Li didn’t buy this fxx himself. This car was sold ten years ago, when Dai Li was still at school, so how could he buy this car? Besides, this fxx has a special sentimental value, as it was given to Herr Haim by Ferrari when he retired," said Zhicheng Huang.

"You’re sure?" Dingtian Xiao turned around: "Are you sure that it is Herr Haim’s car? Not a model for fooling people?"

"I’m quite sure. I think people who bought this car must pursue personalization and uniqueness, since they didn’t want to use the same coating as the others. Moreover, Herr Haim’s coating is most special, as the one who bought his car didn’t need to make the same coating as Herr Haim’s," said Zhicheng Huang.

Hearing these details, Dingtian Xiao fell into the sofa, defeat flashing across his face.

"How did Herr Haim’s car fall in his hands, then, did he steal it? Then when Herr Haim came to ask for the car, I would have to give it back... This Dai Li is really good at surprising me! I just told him that he couldn’t afford a roadster, and he immediately gave me a supreme one. Huh, interesting, I haven’t be losing face like this for years!"

Frustration raised involuntarily from within Dingtian Xiao’s heart. He hadn’t experienced such feelings for years. As Dingtian Xiao spoke, he turned to Zhicheng Huang and asked: "Zhicheng, what do you think of Dai Li?"

Zhicheng Huang thought for a while, then answered seriously: "Stubborn, serious, hot-blooded, pushy, and I think, he is very lucky."

"Lucky?" Dingtian Xiao suddenly burst out into laughter: "You are right, he is lucky. Sometimes, fortune make people helpless."

Dingtian Xiao took a look at the document again, then casually said: "This time, Yunan has received many gifts. You go prepare some return presents. Besides, keep the present for Hong Kong Chai’s family, for next week, when I go, I will bring it with me."

"Understood." Zhicheng Huang continued: "This time, Liang Chai gave a ten million emerald pendant, but was exceeded by the others, so I’m not sure whether he would feel awkward or not."

"Let him be! Even though we can’t be future relatives, we still need to continue in our business. Shipping Magnate Chai will understand. Canadian natural gas, it is a large piece of fat meat. We invest, and we will surely gain profits. To do business, there would be no eternal enemy or friends, we either compete with each other, or cooperate together..."Dingtian Xiao said, as he began to read the document again.

...

Yunan Xiao leaned close to Dai Li’s shoulder, gazing at clouds far away in the sky.

"Where did you get this car?" Yunan Xiao asked.

"Herr Haim gave it to me," said Dai Li.

"Did you beg him for it?" Yunan Xiao curled her lip, making fun of him.

"How would I do that? I refused again and again for thousands of times, and it was Herr Haim who insisted to give the car to me." Dai Li made a helpless look, then switched the topic: "But the car ran fast. Herr Haim took me for a ride in this car, and with a blink of an eye, we sped up to 350km/h. I was petrified."

"I can’t go that fast," Yunan Xiao said thoughtlessly.

"This car is not allowed to be on the road, except in Switzerland. If you want to have fun, drive it in the racing field." Dai Li thought for a second, then said: "If we’ve got time, I can drive you in the racing field, and let you experience Formula One’s feeling!"

"Forget about that. Your driving experience is less than mine!" Yunan Xiao shook her head.

Dai Li smiled carelessly. After Herr Haim recovered, Dai Li took Herr Haim into the Athletes Illustrated Handbook. Now that Herr Haim had been retired for years, and was injured, he was no longer at his best status. But the king was always the king, so if he was asked to drive a Formula One racing car, He could still drive it well,and would still be better than many young drivers.

In Dai Li’s Athletes Illustrated Handbook, although Herr Haim was not at his peak, he could surely surpass 99% of racing drivers. There were only twenty to thirty Formula One drivers in the world, and if Dai Li copied Herr Haim’s ability, even only 70% of it, he would be able to reach European top-level driver’s competence, and would be way stronger than domestic drivers.

Dai Li clasped Yunan Xiao in his arms, enjoying this momentary sweetness, before his phone rang, ill-timed.

"A phone call from UK, excuse me," Dai Li said as he picked up the phone.

"Hello, Coach Li. This is Thompson, Duke Gaer’s housekeeper." A man spoke with a British accent.

"Hi Mr. Thompson, how are you? Haven’t seen you for a while! How is Duke Gaer?" Dai Li said with great enthusiasm.

"I’m good, thank you. Sorry to bother you, but Duke Gaer may need some rehabilitative training. Yesterday, when Duke Gaer was riding a horse, he fell off the horse again. Although he was not seriously injured, he still needs some help to recover." Thompson paused, then said: "I have found some therapists, but he rejected them all. He didn’t trust them."

Pausing here, Mr. Thompson sighed helplessly: "So, Coach Li, could you come to the UK again? I think Duke trusts nobody, except you!"