The Charismatic Charlie Wade - Season 10 Episode 52

The BMW 5 Series and the Mercedes-Benz E-Class Series were quite equivalent in their range, but Jeff knew very well that Charlie’s BMW 520 was the lowest model in the 5 Series, while his Merc E300L was closer to the most premium model in the E-Class Series. There were also the E260 and E200 models below him.

In other words, Charlie’s BMW 520 was of the same grade as the Merc E200, while his E300L was more advanced than his car in terms of its performance.

He grinned coyly and said, “Hey, Charlie, I don’t want to condemn you, but you are being so vain. Experts have said that you must never buy the cheapest and lowest model in the series. Why did you buy this lousy beggar version 520 instead of the better model with the higher-spec in the 3 Series? Are you trying to show off?”

Some asked curiously, “Jeff, what is the beggar version?”

Jeff answered with a smug smile, “The beggar version means the car with the lowest specs in the series, the entry-level, the basic of them all.”

Everyone nodded knowingly.

Right at this moment, a portrait struck Charlie’s mind. He remembered Clinton Tucker, the guy who drove a BMW 540 to Douglas’s newly opened restaurant and acted as though he flew a plane.

He remembered how Clinton had teased and agitated him, even challenging him to a race, trying to crush his 520 with his 540.

A light bulb was switched on in his mind! Clinton was the one who had teased him into a car race, but this time, he wanted to agitate Jeff so that he would want a race himself!

He cleared his throat and started, “Jeff, I wonder if you’ve ever heard this saying, ‘Hamilton doesn’t win all his titles because he has the best car, but because he is Hamilton’. It means that if you are an excellent driver, you can drive any car faster than others, but if you are a mediocre driver, you can’t outrun anyone even if you drive an F1.”

Then, Charlie donned an egotistical smirk and continued, “Jeff, I don’t want to brag, but my driving skill is the best in the city. I even earned a nickname—Schumacher of Aurous Hill!”

Jeff curled his lips disdainfully. “Damn it! You? Schumacher of Aurous Hill? Do you even know what Schumacher looks like?”

Charlie sneered contemptuously, “Suck it, pal.”

Jeff snorted, “Huh! It’s your mouth, you can say whatever the hell you want to say! I don’t believe you! Schumacher of Aurous Hill driving a BMW 520? Oh my God, you’ve gotta be kidding me! A simple press on my accelerator and you will only be able to smell my exhaust smoke!”

Then, Jeff arched his eyebrows arrogantly and asked, “Hey, do you want to bet?”

“Huh? Again?” Charlie laughed. “Honestly, I just defeated a BMW 540i not long ago. 540 is more powerful than your E300L, just so you know.”

Jeff spat contemptuously and growled, “Hey, did you sketch your dialog first before you started bragging? Your lousy car defeated a 540? Do you really expect me to believe in that bullshit? If you can defeat my E300L, I’ll take your last name!”

Charlie asked deliberately, “How much horsepower is your car?”

“258!” Jeff stated proudly.

Charlie nodded as he gave a thumbs up. “Awesome! I’m not your opponent then, my car is just a mere 184-horsepower! My car is nothing compared to yours!”

Jeff smirked, “What? Do you want to back off now? What did you just say? You defeated a much more powerful BMW 540 with 340-horsepower, and you’re afraid of my 258-horsepower Merc E300L? You’re such a coward!”

Charlie replied, pretending to be afraid and timid, “Eh, I told you that I’m not on par with you, you win! You win by walkover! Aren’t you happy?”