Fatty Ye rubbed his hands and looked excitedly at a slender car with a faint black light in front of him, his fat face flushed with excitement.
"May I?"
Wang Yifan asked the tall and pretty sales lady next to him.
She said in a sweet voice: "Of course, as long as this gentleman has a driver's license and is not a novice!"
"Then give it a try?"
As soon as Wang Yifan finished speaking, Fatty Ye couldn't wait to sit in the driver's seat. The considerate sales lady squatted down with her legs bent and adjusted the position of the seat for him.
Yuan Tianming had already hurried back to the company, while Lin Beiqiang was still following Wang Yifan and Fatty Ye. His financial management task had not yet been completely completed.
With 120 million already spent, Wang Yifan naturally doesn’t mind buying another car.
The three people rushed into a nearby Rolls-Royce 4S store.
There were not many models displayed in the hall, and they were relatively low-priced models compared to the Rolls-Royce brand, but even so, Fatty Ye's heart still swayed, as if he had arrived in heaven.
Every man has a dreamcar in his heart, and Fatty Ye is no exception. Even Wang Yifan, who doesn’t have much desire for luxury cars, once thought about what car he would buy one day when he gets rich!
I used to think of a big G, or a Lexus SUV, but now that a long list of numbers was lying on my bank card, I moved up the gears again and went straight to Rolls-Royce.
Lin Beiqiang once thought about the origin of Wang Yifan. Such a number one person cannot be nameless. Even if he suddenly became rich, he should have heard a little bit about it as he paid more attention to finance, but the name Wang Yifan was indeed strange to him.
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Zhou Hong sat in the co-pilot and kindly directed Fatty Ye to conduct a test drive along a fixed route.
The combination of these three people seemed a little strange, but she could tell at a glance that Mr. Wang Yifan, who was wearing ordinary clothes, was the main one.
The older man, a middle-aged man who was wearing a white shirt meticulously, with even the top collar button fastened tightly, and an ordinary down jacket, looked like a salesman or someone.
Employees of financial institutions.
As for the fat man next to him, he even looked a little slovenly. It was hard to tell what he did for a living, but he could tell that he didn't have much money.
From her perspective, having been in the industry for more than three years, this group of people should not be able to afford a Rolls-Royce, at least they are not representatives of a broad group of Rolls-Royce customers.
She could tell the words "either rich or noble".
Of course, as a professionally trained salesperson, Zhou Hong did not give the three of them any look, but greeted them with a smile.
In an international metropolis like Shanghai, where there are all kinds of people, there are not many customers coming and going at the Rolls-Royce 4S store. Since customers come to her door, she will treat them with a sense of service and not wait for them.
Anyway, there happened to be a test car in the store.
Although the fat man next to her looked very excited, she could tell that he was also very nervous. It was a cold day and the heating in the car was not turned on. There was still a thin layer of sweat on his temples, and his fleshy hands were tight.
He held the steering wheel firmly, stretched his neck slightly, and stared directly, not even bothering to wipe the sweat or even take a break.
Zhou Hong wanted to laugh and even wanted to wipe his sweat.
Wang Yifan doesn't like supercars very much. The chassis is too low, the maneuverability is relatively poor, and it's uncomfortable to sit on. Some cars are also extremely difficult to get off and off. Anyway, except for the cool guy, you have to be on the road during normal morning and evening rush hours.
, no matter how many seconds you can accelerate from 100 kilometers to 100 kilometers, it is all useless.
The most important thing about a car, besides the appearance that suits his preferences, is safety and comfort.
However, the intuitive feelings of people driving and sitting in cars are still different. Sitting in the back row, Wang Yifan deliberately pressed the seat under him, which was very comfortable.
A car can be sold for several million, and under certain basic conditions, it can actually be achieved to the extreme.
The car drove back into the 4S store. Fatty Ye got out of the driver's seat, took the tissue handed over by Zhou Hong, and wiped his forehead. The entire tissue was soaked in an instant.
"Zirong, how do you feel?"
Wang Yifan asked him with a smile.
Fatty Ye continued to wipe his sweat and gave Wang Yifan a thumbs up with his other hand.
Wang Yifan looked at Lin Beiqiang again, and Lin Beiqiang smiled and said: "It is rare for me to have the opportunity to ride in a Rolls-Royce. Generally speaking, it is quite comfortable, and it is also very quiet during starting and driving. I think there are only a very few cars of this brand.
, can match Mr. Wang’s identity!”
Lin Beiqiang's rainbow fart was delivered in time.
"President Lin, please stop praising me. If you praise me, you will be in trouble!"
Wang Yifan joked that he was actually not used to flattery from people older than him.
"I am also telling the truth. Mr. Wang likes to keep a low profile, but after all, he is choosing a car. Since he has the ability, it is always right to choose the right one!"
"Brother Fan, don't you prefer SUVs? How about that one over there?"
Fatty Ye pointed to a purple Cullinan in the exhibition hall.
"Mr. Wang can sit in the car and take a look at the interior. As one of the few SUVs of our brand, Cullinan is very marketable and dignified..."
Zhou Hong suddenly became interested. Although he did not rule out the possibility that the three of them were boasting, it seemed that Mr. Wang was really capable and interested in buying a car.
"Then let me see!"
Wang Yifan stepped into the hall.
He doesn't know much about cars, and he only knows a few big brands of so-called luxury cars. But after all, he works in Shanghai and often sees all kinds of luxury cars on the road. He is a veteran of the same culture.
Bai also drives a black Bentley and occupies a large parking space under the office building all year round.
He sat down in the driver's seat of Cullinan. Zhou Hong opened the passenger door and introduced him in great detail.
Wang Yifan didn't really listen. The performance of the car was impeccable. It could accelerate from 100 kilometers to 100 kilometers within six seconds. It could also be equipped with the legendary starry sky roof.
He got out of the driver's seat, got into the back seat, and felt it for a while, then jumped out of the car, patted the car frame gently, and said with a smile: "That's it!"
The happiness of rich people is probably like this. There is no need to worry about how many zeros are behind the transaction figures.
Zhou Hong suppressed her excitement and called Wang Yifan and others aside to start discussing specific car purchase matters.
"Mr. Wang, it will take about six months to pick up the car. We will arrange it for you as soon as possible!"
Zhou Hong's words directly reduced Wang Yifan's enthusiasm by half.
"so long?"
"As you know, it is an imported car after all, and the procedures are relatively complicated. But don't worry, we will arrange it as soon as possible, and it will never take more than six months."