Chapter 977
"Older brother, I'll go over and take a look, you go about your business, don't mind me first." When Li Xiaomin saw the car, her eyes lit up and she said to Li Linfei before slipping into the crowd.
"Alright, you be careful." Li Linfei didn't restrict her freedom and let her have her way, the place was safe anyway and there was no fear of getting lost.
"Mr Li, the situation seems to be different from what we guessed, there are many people on the Lamborghini side too." Wang Nini stood next to Li Linfei, her watery eyes slightly gazing.
"What's the hurry, it's still early, only ten minutes have passed. Besides the fact that there are a lot of onlookers doesn't mean anything, or maybe there are a lot of trustees?" Li Linfei shook his head and laughed, but did not care about it.
From the very beginning, this battle Lamborghini was destined to lose, there was no suspense, so he wasn't worried.
"Eh, may I ask, are you Li Linfei, Mr Li?" At this time, a foreign female reporter came to Li Linfei and asked with a surprised look on her face.
"It's me, what do you want?" Li Linfei was smiling.
"Wow, Mr. Li Linfei, it's really you, it's such an honour to actually meet you here." The female reporter said excitedly.
"I'm honoured too."
"Excuse me, can I interview you, I'll just ask three questions."
"Sorry." Li Linfei shook his head, he wasn't some star who needed fame to raise his status, and he wouldn't accept any such interviews.
At this time, the number of reporters who arrived next to him, having caught the scent, immediately increased by several.
They were of different genders and ages, but all of them were looking at Li Linfei with excitement.
They didn't expect the world's richest man to show up at the Geneva Motor Show, which made them realise that if they could get an interview with Li Linfei, it would bring them a huge reward for their work.
But unfortunately, in the face of these journalists, Li Linfei only had one salty word to say.
"Fellow journalists, this is my break time, which is precious, if you want to interview me, please pay me US$100,000 a second."
At those words, the journalists present paled, and some of their faces instantly darkened.
Their salaries were only US$100,000 a year, and some of them were even less than half of that, while Li Linfei asked them to pay US$100,000 a second for an interview as soon as he opened his mouth.
Crazy, this guy was simply.
"If you're not willing to pay, then please make a way, I'm leaving." Li Linfei always had a faint smile on his face.
Helplessly, the group of journalists were dumbfounded and didn't dare to stop Li Linfei again.
After all, they could curse Li Linfei in secret or write stories elsewhere to criticise him, but they definitely didn't have the guts to play a big game in front of a super rich man who was worth over a hundred billion dollars to his face.
Wang Nini was on the sidelines, looking speechless and smiling sarcastically at Li Linfei's performance.
Meanwhile, Moe Timo was also standing not far in front of Li Linfei with a stifled smile on his face, the camera of the modified miniature live streamer, which was just now bringing Li Linfei down.
"Holy shit, isn't this God Ho Fei?"
"Look, look, it's Li Linfei, Li Linfei!"
"Oh my god, I see Li Linfei again, Li Linfei I love you, I want to give you monkeys!"
"666, this response from the richest man is overbearing."
"Awesome my sincerity, look at those foreign reporters, a face of confusion ah."
"Kneel down, $100,000 a second, rub it in!"
"Hey, just love the shamelessness of Godhoofy like this."
"......"
In the live broadcast room, as the broadcast started, the number of viewers had broken into five million, from the original two or three million.
Coupled with the news that Li Linfei had just shown up in Geneva, which was first pushed to all major live streams by the Panda Live platform, it directly caused those viewers who were watching other live streams late at night in China to flock into Meng Timo's live stream.
While Li Linfei was hanging out after refusing a reporter's question, at the Lamborghini exhibition, Kasserine was being interviewed by a high-profile journalist.
He stood in the crowd as a reporter handed him a microphone and a photographer next to the reporter pointed the camera at him.
"Mr. Casilin, I'm a journalist from XXX, can I ask what this new Lamborghini model is called this time, it looks very handsome." The reporter, a European woman in her thirties, average looking but fair skinned, held up the microphone and smiled as she asked her question.
"The new car our company is showing at the fair today is called the Lamborghini afforest, which means green and environmentally friendly Lamborghini, handsome that's for sure, Lamborghini models have always been handsome in the sports car world, something we are very proud of.
Of course, apart from being handsome, the Lamborghini afforest, also has the most environmentally friendly performance in the world, why it's named afforest is because it's green enough and environmentally friendly."
"Oh? Can you be specific?" The female journalist pursued curiously.
"Of course, the Lamborghini afforest, what makes it different is not just its name, but mainly comes from the fact that its drive is different from other sports cars in the world right now, it uses a purely electric drive system and doesn't burn oil."
"Really? That's awesome, but I have a question, can a purely electric Lamborghini still go fast and still be that wild bull?" The female reporter said.
"You can rest assured of that, the Lamborghini afforest's drive engine is so powerful that it accelerates in just 2.4 seconds at 100 yards, its maximum speed is even more than Lamborghini's previous limit, reaching 385 kilometres per hour, and it has a great battery range, ten minutes per charge, and after a full charge, it can drive three thousand kilometres continuously. "
"Wow, three thousand kilometres on a ten minute charge? God, that's an epoch-making car!" The female reporter exclaimed.
"That's for sure. The Lamborghini is the brainchild of our company's research, and it's so good that no one in the world will be able to surpass it in a short time." Kathleen raised her lofty head and said with considerable pride.
Chapter 978
Just then, a French man coming out of the Ferrari exhibition area interjected in a rush of excitement.
"A Sino-French car? You're talking about the Ferrari N1? yeah yeah, that's so right, I've never seen a car that perfect."
At the French man's words, the female reporter's face twitched a little, while Cali's face went straight to black.
"That, sir, we're talking about the Lamborghini afforest, what do you think of this car, what do you think of it?" The female reporter saw this and hastened to defuse the awkwardness.
The French man sniffed, and as he didn't know Kasserine, he bristled and said something in a dismissive tone.
"Lamborghini afforest? Oh, to be honest, when I didn't look at the Ferrari N1, I looked at this car and it was indeed good, but after looking at the Ferrari N1, well ...... how can I put it, anyway, I now think the Lamborghini afforest is suddenly rubbish. "
"Rubbish?" The female journalist froze.
"What are you talking about, who are you calling rubbish, FK!" said Kathleen, who instantly exploded in anger at the comment.
"What's wrong with you man, why are you so angry, I said Lamborghini afforest is more rubbish than Ferrari N1, did I say you?"
The French man took two steps back and looked at Cali with a caring ZZ, fill the world with love look in his eyes.
"Bastard, what do you know, the Lamborghini afforest is the best, it's a purely electric sports car, it can run three thousand kilometres on a single charge and can reach a maximum speed of 385 yards, do you know what that means?" Cali said in a near growl.
At those words, the corners of the French man's lips twitched, and at that moment his girlfriend came running over, asking in a rush of concern.
"Honey, what's going on, did you have a problem with someone?"
"No, it's nothing, it's just a stupid guy saying that the Lamborghini afforest is better than the Ferrari N1, ignore him, let's go."
With that, the French man pulled his girlfriend into a disdainful glance at Cali and walked away.
As Kathleen was trying to get him to set the record straight, next to him, an American man exclaimed out loud.
"God, how can that be, you must be lying to me!"
"No fooling you, it's true." His companion chimed in.
"This Ferrari N1, a new hydrogen car from Future Technology, can run half a million kilometres without refuelling, and its fastest speed can break 500 yards."
"Boy, how can there be a car that can run half a million kilometres without refuelling from the factory, it's impossible!"
"The facts are right in front of you, squeeze yourself in and see for yourself, I'm not guilty of lying to you about that."
Kathleen and the female journalist, clearly hearing the conversation between the American man and his companion, looked different for a moment.
The female reporter looked stunned, turned greatly pleased, and Kali looked stunned, turned greatly horrified, and muttered under her breath.
"Bloody hell, what the hell is going on here, the Ferrari N1 is actually better than the Lamborghini afforest?"
"That ...... ahem, Mr. Casilin, I still have something to do, so I'll stop talking to you for now, this is the end of the interview, thank you for your cooperation, goodbye."
The words fell, the female reporter gave a wink to the photographer, and led him away quickly.
"No ...... I'm not done yet." Kathleen grumbled under her breath, her face turning ironic.
"Erin, go see what the hell is going on with the Ferrari exhibit, N1." Kalisilyn said to his subordinate who had come rushing over to the side.
"Manager, there's no need to go, I already know what's going on."
"Come on, what kind of car is the Ferrari N1?" Cali asked in a hurry.
The subordinate, Erin, didn't hide anything, and told the introduction of the Ferrari N1 he had seen, factor by factor.
After hearing this, Kali's heart thumped a few times, swallowed his saliva, and his face was expressionless.
Only after a long time did he say in a lost voice: "How is it possible, I don't believe it, I don't believe there is such an excellent car in the world, it's fake, they must be faking it ......"
Ayling looked at it and sighed slightly in his heart, cursing Kathleen for being a fool. Since the Ferrari N1 had put out a performance presentation on such an occasion, there was no such thing as a fake.
Otherwise, if it was exposed, the fact that it was a fake would be enough to take Ferrari out of the ranks of the world's top sports cars.
Ferrari's current president, Cassidy, was too smart to make such a stupid decision, so he knew with his toes that the Ferrari N1's performance presentation was absolutely genuine.
Boom! And just as Casirin looked ugly and in disbelief at the powerful performance of the Ferrari N1, a loud crash came from the Lamborghini display.
"Ah ......" At the same time, a few women's shrieks swung up immediately, pulling the originally lost in thought, Kashirin, back to his thoughts completely.
"What's going on?" Kali hurriedly turned her head towards the inside of the exhibition area to look.
"Manager, a girl accidentally touched a shelf next to the exhibition area, and the shelf knocked a chandelier off and landed on the side of the Lamborghini afforest." A staff member on site, rushed over to Kathleen and came to say.
"What, the chandelier broke? Did it hurt the afforest?" asked Kathleen, as her heart leapt.
"It's just some crumbs that splashed onto the car, it shouldn't have hurt." The staff member whispered back.
"Should? What do you mean should, is that an answer you can give me? What are you waiting for? Go and find out where the girl who broke the chandelier is." Kathleen said angrily, then glared at the employee.
"Over there." He finished, not daring to look at Kashirin's gaze, and rushed off to check.
Striding along, Kathirin arrived at the side of the exhibition area, where a slim, well-built Oriental girl was standing with an embarrassed look on her face.
She was wearing a beige jumper and underneath a pair of plain white leggings that wrapped her long, thin, round legs in a seductive way.
She was Li Xiaomin.