Football Dynasty-Chapter 61: Supercar

H.R. Owen is a premier luxury motor retailer in the UK and one of the largest in the world, specializing in high-end car brands. Headquartered in London, its showroom in Mayfair is the world's oldest, displaying a selection of the world's most sought-after vehicles.

When Richard arrived at the showroom for the first time, he was taken aback. 'Isn't this supposed to be a car dealership? Why can't I just see the cars? This looks more like a shopping mall,'

the world's oldest showroom also located in Mayfair, already opened attracting customers from around the world and displaying a selection of the worlds most sort after vehicles.

When Richard arrived for the first time, the question that crossed his mind was, 'Isn't this a car dealership? Why can't I see just the cars? This looks like a shopping mall.'

"Our Jack Barclay Avenue flagship store has three floors,"

Only then Richard heard a sound behind him. So he turned around only to see a beautiful female agent wearing a fitted black jacket with a silver logo on the lapel, paired with a white blouse that added a touch of sophistication.

While she spoke, she quickly glanced at him. No watches, no cufflinks, or briefcase like Londoners usually carried, but with a Charvet bespoke silk shirt, vicuña wool chinos, and hand-painted patina Berluti leather shoes, she instantly categorized him as a low-profile, high-caliber client.

"The first floor is a shopping area, offering high-quality products ranging from clothing and leather goods to household items, as well as models of sports cars tailored to different customer lifestyles."

Richard gave an inward thumbs-up. 'In a recession like this, they've built a three-story showroom. I wonder who's actually going to buy.'

She continued her explanation, "The second floor is the showroom and sales area, and the third floor is dedicated to our after-sales center, sir." She paused briefly before asking, "How shall I address you, Sir?"

"Just Richard is fine," he replied with a smile, casually waving his hand before turning his attention to the various luxury items on display.

Losing interest in the other items, he turned back to the lady. "Do you have a catalogue I can look at? Or can I see the car?"

"Of course, please follow me," the lady said. In her heart, she had already categorized Richard as a high-caliber client. Her smile grew more enthusiastic and sincere.

She led Richard to the second floor, where a spacious exhibition hall was filled with some of the most coveted luxury vehicles in the world. As they walked, she began detailing the cars available.

"We have a wide selection, sir—Rolls-Royce, Bentley, Ferrari, Aston Martin, Maserati, Lamborghini, McLaren, and Bugatti. But what makes our showroom truly unique is the McLaren F1. We are one of the few places that have the privilege of offering this rare supercar."

Richard's interest piqued at the mention of rarity. "Is it very rare?"

"There were only 106 units ever produced, making this a true collector's item. Owning one isn't just about the performance—it's about being part of automotive history."

Richard smiled, impressed by the rarity and exclusivity of the car. "That sounds incredible. Then, please bring me the catalogue to have a look."

"Of course, sir. Would you like a drink while you wait?" the agent asked.

"Orange juice, if you have it," Richard replied.

"Please wait here, sir," she said, before walking off to fetch the catalogue.

Back to the present moment, after flipping through the catalogue, Richard was satisfied. He didn't understand much, but he casually admired the sleek design of the car.

However, it was only a catalogue, not the real thing. After all, sports cars, especially top sports cars, often have a huge gap between the pictures and the actual thing itself.

So, he immediately asked to see the actual car itself before he decides. After arriving on the second floor, Richard couldn't help but be stunned by the scene before him.

The car stood proudly at the center of the exhibition hall, commanding attention like a masterpiece on display.

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Under the brilliant showroom lights, even without moving, it was enough to make anyone's heart race.

"Pheww..." Richard whistled, his eyes locked onto the car, unable to look away.

The McLaren F1, with its low, aggressive stance, looked like a beast just waiting to be unleashed. Its body was sculpted to perfection, designed for speed, and coated in a majestic navy blue paint that gleamed under the lights. The black carbon fiber trim framed its curves, enhancing its sleek, aerodynamic profile.

The female agent smiled, noticing his awe. "This beauty is powered by a naturally aspirated 6.1-liter V12 engine, capable of going from 0 to 60 mph in just 3.2 seconds. With a top speed of 240 mph, it was once the world's fastest production car. And don't forget the central driving position—it's designed to make you feel like you're the only one on the road."

Richard's interest was piqued. "Can I see it?"

"Of course, sir. Let me assist you."

Then, he saw it—the way the doors opened upward, revealing the stunning cockpit inside. The moment he laid eyes on the central seating position, Richard couldn't help but think, 'Wild! It's just like a Formula 1 car!'

He admired the minimalist yet luxurious interior. The carbon fiber seats, the precision-crafted dashboard, and the hand-stitched controls all spoke of an unwavering commitment to quality.

"Wait, why is there another seat here?" Richard asked as he looked toward the additional seat on the right, tucked neatly into the design.

"This is for the passenger, sir. But despite having it, the unique central driving position provides superior visibility compared to a conventional layout," she continued. "This car was conceived as the ultimate road-going machine, and even now, it's still considered one of the fastest production road cars in history."

After that, she introduced the engine, mentioning terms like turbochargers and superchargers, making Richard dizzy.

"Wait, doesn't that mean this car can't really be used for daily driving?" he finally noticed something urgent in her explanation.

"Well... Sir, you could drive it daily, but it's not exactly recommended," she answered reluctantly, clearly not wanting to be too direct.

Richard felt a pang of disappointment. He had been seriously considering making this his first car, but if he couldn't use it every day... what was the point of buying it now?

Seeing Richard's disappointed expression, she grew anxious. "Sir, this car is a symbol of engineering perfection—arguably one of the greatest road cars ever made. Or..." She hesitated briefly before continuing in a measured tone, "Perhaps you might consider the exclusive edition while selecting another car first?"

"The exclusive edition?"

"Yes, sir!" she began, spirited once again. "It's still a prototype, but you can see the exterior model, sir. Please follow me. The name is McLaren F1 GTR..."

She then began pitching the variant prototype.

"Can I place an order now? Is the black model the only option at the moment?" Richard asked.

Her eyes lit up. "Yes, sir! You can order a customized version, but the price will be higher."

The exhibition hall on the second floor spanned nearly 300 square meters and only four cars were displayed at its center—each one a newly released model.

Richard stopped in front of a yellow Porsche, instantly recognizing its iconic design.

"Sir, this is the Porsche 911 Turbo 3.3," the female agent quickly introduced. "It's perfect for daily use, offers incredible performance, and this model was just recently released."

Richard ran his hand along the sleek body, admiring its curves. "Tell me more about it," he said, intrigued.

She nodded enthusiastically. "It comes with a 3.3-liter turbocharged flat-six engine, producing over 300 horsepower. The acceleration is thrilling, and thanks to its rear-engine layout, the handling is incredibly responsive. Unlike the McLaren, this one is far more practical for everyday driving."

"Can I test drive it?"

She smiled and gestured toward the showroom exit. "Sure, sir. Please follow me. We have a dedicated test drive area just outside."

The female agent took the passenger seat beside him. "This model is equipped with a four-speed manual transmission and can go from 0 to 60 mph in just 4.9 seconds. But more importantly, it's an absolute joy to drive."

Richard pressed the clutch, shifted into first gear, and slowly rolled out onto the test track. The moment he pressed the accelerator, the turbocharged flat-six engine roared to life, pushing him back into his seat.

"Whoa..." Richard smirked, feeling the surge of power.

The car glided smoothly through the track, with each turn showcasing its incredible handling. As he approached a straightaway, he shifted gears and floored the pedal—the turbo kicked in, and the 911 Turbo shot forward like a bullet.

"Now this..." Richard said, his eyes gleaming, "feels like a proper daily car."

The female agent chuckled. "So, sir, what do you think?"

"It's a damn good car, no doubt." He glanced at the agent. "What colors are available?"

She immediately perked up. "Aside from this yellow model, we also have Guards Red, Grand Prix White, Black, and Midnight Blue. Of course, if you want a custom color, that can be arranged as well."

Richard tapped the wheel thoughtfully. "And the price?"

"For the standard model, you're looking at around £60,000 But with custom options and modifications, it could go a bit higher."

"Then let's go with the standard one. The Midnight Blue looks nice—not too flashy but still elegant. And don't forget about the McLaren."

"Of course, sir! I'll get everything arranged immediately. And regarding the McLaren F1, we will need to discuss further details. Since it's an exclusive model, there's a pre-order process, and we'll have to finalize the customization options before confirming the purchase."

"That's fine. I'm in no rush."