"What's up? Did I get the modifications wrong?"
"Not wrong."
The middle-aged man said:
"There are a lot of non-standard parts in your car. They must be custom-made."
While speaking, the middle-aged man couldn't take his eyes off the car, continually amazed.
"The standard parts wouldn't fit, so I had a batch custom-made."
"You really keep a low profile, turning a broken Shari into something like this. You could buy a Panamera with what you spent."
"That car's no fun to drive. This one's got more punch," Lin Yi said with a smile.
"You've hit the nail on the head with that. Sports cars are just for show. Compared to yours, they can't compete. You're clearly a car enthusiast and know how to enjoy them."
"It's not as fancy as you say. I got it from someone else and didn't spend much."
"Regardless of cost, you at least have the eye for it," the middle-aged man said approvingly:
"By the way, weren't you interviewing for a job? How did it go?"
Lin Yi shrugged, "Didn't work out."
