In fact, the happiest person at the moment is the sales manager. The sales of BAIC series cars are not very good. In addition to people from off-road vehicle clubs who bought them for modification, some driving school training centers bought them for novices to toss around. In the past two days of the auto show, others
They sell dozens of cars a day, but they still have zero sales. They finally waited for a customer, but they accidentally waited on...
"Okay, I'll give you a preferential price. If you pay in cash, it's 59,000 yuan cheaper and an additional 2,000 yuan for decoration. What do you think of this policy?" the manager said, pressing the calculator with his hand.
"Okay, Ma Chao, count the money." Liu Ziguang gave the order. Ma Chao opened his handbag, took six bundles of cash from it, counted fifty-eight thousand and handed it to the salesman.
The manager smiled happily and said: "The boss is a generous person. Can you help me get a license? It's free service."
"No, I want to ask, what's going on with those cars outside?" Liu Ziguang asked, pointing to the row of weather-beaten cars outside the store.
The manager suddenly frowned: "Don't mention it, those are old style war flags. A boss ordered the goods before, but he didn't come to pick them up for half a year. When I asked later, someone came in, and the goods were almost in my hand.
years."
"I want them all, you name the price." Liu Ziguang said.
The manager was ecstatic. No wonder his left eyelid kept twitching today. He met the God of Wealth. He deliberately looked embarrassed and said: "The price is already very low. In fact, it's not much cheaper. Let's do it this way. One car costs 57,000 yuan."
You all drive away."
"Brother Guang, come here, let me tell you something." Xuanzi suddenly walked over, pulled Liu Ziguang aside without any explanation and whispered: "Are you really planning to buy these cars?"
"Yes, I am useful." Liu Ziguang said.
"My brother, these old battle flags don't meet the emission standards. The vehicle management office won't put them on them at all, except for those driving schools that train in closed venues. But now the management of driving schools has become stricter, even for coach cars that are not on the road.
Give up the sign, otherwise how could these cars last so long? I took a look just now, and they were all fucking rusty. Whether they can start or not is a matter of doubt." After Xuanzi finished speaking, he spat on the ground to show his respect.
Disdain for these broken cars.
Liu Ziguang smiled: "It doesn't matter if it's a little worse. It's a consumable anyway. Even if it doesn't work, it can be dismantled and used as spare parts."
Xuanzi suddenly realized: "I understand, okay, I'll help you negotiate the price." After saying that, he walked to the manager and said carelessly: "Put it down, someone wants you to show off, this car has been out of production for two years, and it's here.
It’s weathered by wind and rain, not to mention all the batteries have to be replaced, and there must be more other minor problems. The car is not afraid of being driven, it’s afraid of being discharged, do you know that?”
The manager knew that he had met someone who knew the business, so he took a deep breath and said, "The boss is a cheerful person, so I will give you a cheerful price, 54,000, no matter how low it is."
"Fifty-two thousand, I can't pull him down." Xuanzi pressed forward step by step.
"Boss, you are very good at bargaining. Leave a way for me to survive. Each of us will give in. Can fifty-three thousand be okay?"
"No, just fifty-two thousand, not even a cent more."
The two of them were arguing over the price here, while the disciples in the courtyard over there were laughing their heads off. It's really shameful for them to be arguing over a broken car that costs more than 50,000 yuan.
Han Jue smiled and said nothing. She thought that Fang Fei's legendary boyfriend was such an extraordinary person, but she didn't expect that he turned out to be a philistine.
A small business owner from a second-tier city brought cash to the provincial capital to buy cheap cars, and bought ten of them at once. He probably ran a driving school. Well, only driving schools would buy such cheap and sturdy jeeps for their students.
Practice.
Thinking of this, the corners of Han Jue's mouth turned upward again.
"Fifty-two thousand a car, you don't need to be responsible for the after-sales service." Liu Ziguang said firmly. The manager was stunned for a moment, and realized that Liu Ziguang was the real leader. He picked up the calculator and clicked on it, gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, I'll do it."
Just make friends at a loss."
"Deal." Liu Ziguang shook hands with the manager and said.
Han Jue came over and said, "Mr. Liu, you are from Jiangbei City. If you want to open a driving school, I can help."
The manager interjected: "Yeah, it's hard to apply for a driving school now. If there's no one there, you won't be able to get approved." Presumably, he also concluded that Liu Ziguang bought so many cars to open a driving training class.
Liu Ziguang glanced at him: "Do you know anyone from Jiangbei Transportation System?"
"No, the director of your city's Public Security Bureau is my cousin." Han Jue said sincerely.
When Han Jue said this, he didn't mean to show off at all. Liu Ziguang could tell from his tone that a cadre at the level of the director of public security had not yet reached the level where he could brag about it. He just really wanted to
Help Liu Ziguang.
"Thank you, no need." Liu Ziguang declined politely, not because he was polite, but because he really didn't need this relationship. From the moment he bought these jeeps, he decided that the destination of these jeeps must be in the vast world.
You can roam freely on the African grasslands instead of fending for yourself in a driving school in a small city.
Liu Ziguang's reaction did not surprise Han Jue. He smiled generously and said, "Oh, contact me anytime if you need it."
To judge a person’s social status, you don’t look at the clothes he wears or the car he drives, but at his circle of friends. Although Han Jue is young, he still has the ability to observe words and emotions under the influence of his elders. He learned from Xuanzi
It can be seen from the temperament of Ma Chao that the "brother-in-law" who Yuan Lin talks about is actually just a big gangster who is prosperous in a second-tier city. He has some connections and some skills, but he is definitely not up to the point where he can compete with him.
The level of civil disobedience.
He has no desire to compete with such people.
"Let's have coffee together when we have time." Han Jue turned around and was about to leave, but saw Yuan Lin standing still, as if he had no intention of leaving, so he asked: "Linlin, we are going back now, don't you?"
Are you ready to help me run in my new car?"
Yuan Lin lowered his head and meditated. The battle between heaven and man finally failed to resist the herdsman. Fang Fei said: "Sister, I will go with brother Jue. Let's meet at the gate of the compound later."
Fei nodded and still held Liu Ziguang's arm affectionately, looking like a little bird clinging to someone. The brothers in the big courtyard were so angry when they saw it, but there was nothing they could do.
Han Jue and others left. Liu Ziguang also paid a deposit, got a temporary license plate, and drove the brand new Gladiator out of the exhibition hall. It was already evening and the auto show venue was gradually deserted. Liu Ziguang asked Xuanzi and Ma Chao to drive.
Angkeli left first, driving Fang Fei in his new car and roaring away.
When I was refueling at the gas station, several cars came from behind. The first one was the Wrangler driven by Yuan Lin. It was the time when spring was blooming. The beauty of the car attracted many heads along the way. The people following the Wrangler
, it was the Lavida driven by Han Jue, then Xiaobai’s Mercedes-Benz convertible and a red Audi TT sports car.
Fang Fei waved her hand to signal them to leave first, but Yuan Lin gestured to her sister to clear the way. Fang Fei had no choice but to look at Liu Ziguang helplessly.
"No problem." Liu Ziguang filled up the gas, jumped into second gear and started, leading the way. The Gladiator has leaf spring shock absorbers, so any situation on the road can be clearly transmitted to the driver.
When driving a car, you will feel that the person and the car are one, as if the blood flowing in the veins is not blood, but gasoline. Liu Ziguang had a great time driving it, but Fang Fei suffered a lot. The ergonomics of the seats are extremely poor, and the artificial leather cushions are hard and uncomfortable.
Breathable, not to mention the bumpy feeling, but as Yuan Lin maliciously speculated, Fang Fei couldn't mention how beautiful it was at this moment.
"Bastard, do you still remember that time you took me to 1912?" Fang Fei suddenly asked.
"Remember, the guy who drank red wine with Sprite, I forgot his name, and later got into a fight at the door of the bar." Liu Ziguang replied.
"I just remember the fight. I mean, on the way we went to the bar together, you took me with you on your bicycle. The rainy sky, the wet stone floor of the alley. Oh, it feels so romantic to think about it. By the way, your...
Where is the bicycle? If you take me out to play again, I will still sit on the beam."
Liu Ziguang reached out and pinched Fang Fei's little face: "No problem, the bicycle is stored downstairs in my company. It depends on when you return to Jiangbei. Let's go for a ride together."
Fang Fei counted the time with her fingers: "Grandma's birthday is next week, and there are activities at school the week after that, so I might have time the week after that. Oh my, why am I busier at school than at work?"
"Do you feel happy going to school?" Liu Ziguang asked. From the beginning, he knew that Deputy Director Yuan arranged for his daughter to attend the master's class of the Medical University to reduce the contact between his daughter and him. He didn't care about this small trick. All he cared about was
Fang Fei’s feeling.
"Well, I am very happy going to school. I have found the feeling of campus life again. My mother said that my academic qualifications are too low. If I don't recharge my batteries, I will be eliminated by society. I think what she said makes sense."
"Do the students know that you are the daughter of Deputy Director Yuan?" Liu Ziguang asked.
"I didn't know it at first, but then I often rode Linlin's motorcycle, and they discovered it. You also know that my uncle's family is usually very high-profile, so..." At this point, Fang Fei shrugged her shoulders.
All in silence.
"So the teachers and classmates looked at you with admiration from then on, right? They even took special care of you."
"Well, my troubles started from then on. Of course, most of the teachers and classmates are good, but there are only a few teachers who are quite annoying..."
Liu Ziguang immediately became alert: "What's going on? Someone is harassing you?"
"No, it's just a young male teacher who often writes strange poems to me, about forty-five degrees, a touch of sadness, etc."
"What's his name?"
"Don't be nervous, bad guy, he has never bothered me since Brother Jue talked to him." Fang Fei felt Liu Ziguang's concern and replied happily.
"Han Jue, you are very helpful." Liu Ziguang sneered.
At this time, it was the peak period of traffic congestion. The provincial party committee family compound was located in the most prosperous area. The road was blocked with long queues. Fang Fei came: "Sister, there is a traffic jam. Don't go home now. Go to Abra to eat."
For Xinjiang cuisine, I brought my brother-in-law to pay for it.”
The roar in the jeep was so loud that Fang Fei didn't hear clearly: "What, what are you saying, I can't hear it."
"I said, don't go home yet, go to Abra for dinner!" Yuan Lin shouted at the top of his voice on the other end of the phone.
Fang Fei covered the phone and asked Liu Ziguang loudly: "They are going to eat, should we go?"
Seeing Fang Fei's eager look, Liu Ziguang could not refuse: "Go, of course."
After the decision was made, I saw two people getting out of the Wrangler behind them, directly moving away from the isolation barrier in the middle of the road, and driving into the next lane in full view of everyone. Since they were not afraid of the cameras, Liu Ziguang's unlicensed car was even more worried.
No matter what, I reversed the car and followed them.
Abra is a Xinjiang restaurant located in the downtown area. The street is narrow and it is inconvenient to park, so everyone parked the car on the road two blocks away. A group of people got out of the car noisily and took out beer and drinks from the trunk.
, two ethnic minority teenagers with high noses and sunken eyes stood not far away and looked at them quietly. They quickly locked the target and walked over furtively.