This Bad Luck is Awesome!

Chapter 49: Chapter 49: 23 Years Old, the Prime Age for Major Flexing

Just as he was about to leave, Chen Mo happened to overhear the engineer’s report on the cause of the brake failure.

After learning that a bug in a system update was what had caused the problem with the brake system, Chen Mo almost lost his composure.

’That’s insane.’

He couldn’t help but shake his head.

The reason was honestly a bit hard to swallow.

He had originally thought the issue was with that specific car, but it turned out to be the system update.

No wonder it was fine driving from the showroom to the delivery area, only for problems to crop up later.

So it had nothing to do with the car’s hardware, but rather the software.

’My constitution is just too freakish,’ he thought. ’I run into the most absurd things.’

However, if a system update was the cause, then his wasn’t the only car that would be affected...

Chen Mo knew the store manager had his work cut out for him. After a sympathetic glance, he drove his dream car away from the 4S dealership.

The store manager didn’t even notice Chen Mo leave.

He was completely stunned by the news the engineer had just given him.

If it was just Chen Mo’s car that had brake failure, it would have been manageable.

But if *all* the cars were having this problem...

Especially cars that were currently speeding down the highway and had just updated their systems...

The mere thought of the consequences made him shiver uncontrollably, breaking out in a cold sweat.

’The sky is falling!’

The store manager felt his legs go weak, and his whole body was trembling.

Without a second thought, he pulled out his phone and called corporate headquarters.

"Hasn’t the matter been resolved?" a slightly impatient voice came from the other end of the line.

"Something’s happened. Something huge. There’s a bug in the system update..." the store manager said, his voice trembling.

"What?!"

An incredulous shout immediately erupted from the other end of the line.

...

Meanwhile, Chen Mo was already cruising leisurely down a main road in his Guards Red 911.

Although his driving skills were still those of a near-novice, he wasn’t the least bit nervous with his hands on the wheel.

Aside from his slightly slow speed, his lane changes, turns, and other maneuvers didn’t look like a beginner’s at all.

He felt that he was even more proficient now than when he had driven Xia Shiqing’s car before.

’I’ll drive every day from now on to practice my skills.’

Chen Mo planned to seriously practice his driving. He figured it would take a month at most to get the hang of it.

He might not be ready to challenge Zhou Guanyu on a racetrack, but at least daily driving would be no problem.

’I’ll count it as a success once I can drive the 911 with one hand!’

Chen Mo set a small goal for himself.

After all, don’t they say women love a man who can drive a sports car with one hand?

And they’re so understanding, they don’t even care what color the sports car is.

Crossing an intersection, Chen Mo stopped at a red light.

The young men and women passing by couldn’t help but cast looks of envy and admiration at his flashy Guards Red 911.

Some girls even took out their phones to take pictures.

’No wonder Guards Red is one of the most popular colors for the 911 series.’

Chen Mo finally understood. It was so flashy and eye-catching.

How could it *not* be popular?

But this scene also filled him with emotion.

Before, he was just another face in the crowd, standing at an intersection and staring enviously at sports cars.

But now, the roles were reversed.

He was the one sitting confidently in the driver’s seat of a sports car, receiving the envious gazes of passersby.

No wonder people say it’s hard to own a 911 and have low self-esteem at the same time.

If you could still feel insecure while enjoying everyone’s envious stares from the driver’s seat of a 911, you’d have to be some kind of god.

Born with a Saintly Constitution of Inferiority.

It was dinnertime, and he was getting a little hungry.

Too lazy to go home and cook, he ate at a restaurant.

While eating, he scrolled through his phone and came across a few interesting news articles.

"Fire at a 4S Dealership in Modu, Garage Suspected as Origin."

"Porsche Issues Urgent Statement: Taycan Owners Advised Not to Update System. If Already Updated, Please Contact Customer Service Immediately..."

Seeing these two news headlines, Chen Mo knew that corporate headquarters had already taken action.

He just wondered how many cars had already updated their systems.

Although he had already gotten his money, he still hoped no one would get hurt.

Traffic accident casualties are just cold numbers in the news, but for a family, it’s like their whole world has collapsed.

After dinner, he drove home.

First, he stopped by the property management office to register his license plate.

He still had a temporary plate, but the official one would be ready in a couple of days and he could get it installed.

He had already selected his plate number on a machine at the DMV.

Perhaps because his constitution’s luck attribute was at work, he’d managed to pick what he considered a pretty great number.

Mo A CM401

Needless to say, anyone who knows anything knows what "Mo A" means.

"CM" were the initials of his name, Chen Mo.

And "401" was his birthday, April 1st.

To an outsider, the plate might seem ordinary.

But to Chen Mo, it was practically tailor-made for him.

It was very meaningful.

As for his birthday happening to be on April Fools’ Day, he had found it pretty weird as a kid.

But now, he felt it was fate.

His birthday was weird, and his golden finger was even weirder.

...

After he got home, the young salesman from the 4S dealership sent over the photos he had taken.

He had even professionally touched them up. So thoughtful.

He looked at the photos with satisfaction, then opened up DeepSeek.

"Through my own hard work and sweat, I finally earned enough money to buy a 911. Help me write a post for my Friends Circle."

Chen Mo typed it in and hit send.

While waiting for the AI to generate the text, Chen Mo started picking out photos.

After he’d chosen two photos, DeepSeek produced the caption.

He glanced at it, an eyebrow raised and the corner of his mouth turning up. ’Yup, that’s the stuff.’

Chen Mo opened his WeChat Friends Circle and selected the two photos.

Then he copied and pasted the caption.

After blocking family and relatives, he hit "Post."

After posting, he looked at the caption on his Friends Circle. The more he read it, the more perfect it seemed.

"At sixteen, I stood at the school gate, clenching my fists as a flash of red taillights disappeared around the corner.

At twenty-three, my hand is on the steering wheel, the roar of the engine finally catching up to the beating of my heart from all those years ago.

A Porsche 911—a pact between a boy and the stars, and a love letter from time to perseverance."

Below the text were two pictures: one of him standing next to the 911 holding a bouquet of flowers, and another of him in the driver’s seat, hand on the steering wheel, showing off the shield logo.

The two photos paired with the caption...

’So pretentious.’

Chen Mo shook his head with a critical expression.

But soon he couldn’t maintain his critical facade and burst out laughing. "But I love it!"

He’d been ordinary for so many years, and now he finally had a bit of power.

When it’s time to be smug, be smug.

When it’s time to flex, you flex.

He was only twenty-three, the prime age for showing off.

Just a few minutes after Chen Mo made the post, he saw the little red notification number on his Friends Circle climbing steadily.

’If only my stocks would rise like this.’

He remarked with a smile, then tapped open his Friends Circle to see all the likes and comments.

"Holy shit? A 911! Old Mo, I barely recognize you anymore!"

"? I thought we were all just regular people, turns out I’m the only one. The rest of you were just pretending!"

"My dream car, man. I’m so jealous it hurts."

"My own failure is terrifying, but a friend’s success is even more heartbreaking!"

"I was there with you watching that 911 drive past the school gate back then, and now I have to watch you drive a 911 past my Friends Circle feed. Damn!"

"Chen Mo, sweetie, I hear the passenger seat of a sports car gets really hot. I’d like to sit in it and find out~"

"Get lost, you sissy. Old Mo, you know me, I’ve been a bottom since I was a kid."

"I heard Chen Mo and you-know-who broke up a while ago. I wonder how she’s feeling right now?"

"I regret it. I should’ve gone after you back in college. Is it too late now?"

"Chen Mo, are you looking for a sensible and hot mistress?"

"No wonder the rumor going around the office is that you’re the son of a billionaire just pretending to live a normal life. So it was true!"

"No wonder you were able to win over Minister Xia. Looks like you’re finally showing your hand and dropping the act."

"..."

Reading through the comments on his Friends Circle, Chen Mo couldn’t stop smiling.

No wonder rich people love to flex on their Friends Circle.

I mean, who wouldn’t get a head rush from reading comments like these?

Anyone else would probably be humming to themselves by now.

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