A Novel That Will Make You Laugh Until Your Stomach Hurts (Completed)

The day after I picked up my limited-edition supercar, it was a total wrecked tricycle. I risked my life for that business, barely scraping by to earn that ten million. That Pagani was a symbol of my status, proof that I had washed away my past humiliations. I parked it in the most expensive private garage in the city center and even hired two bodyguards to watch over it. The next day, when I went to drive it, there was a stinking scrap metal tricycle parked in the spot. My supercar was gone; I felt like the sky had fallen. I grabbed the bodyguards by the collar, slapped them, and demanded to know where the car was. The bodyguards looked completely innocent: "Boss, you were just riding it yesterday..."