Chapter 1224: Born Singer (Part 4)
"This one."
Li Lingling pointed at the car.
The manager glanced at Li Lingling in surprise, wondering if Zhu Gaohui liked this woman so much?
Zhu Gaohui often came before, but the women he brought were different, and the cars he purchased were always around two hundred thousand.
"Manager, this lady first..." the sales whispered to the manager.
The manager glanced at Chuzheng, a young girl, not someone familiar. He didn’t pay much attention to her: "Take her to see other cars."
The sales opened her mouth, but the manager no longer listened to her.
The manager smiled and said, "Mr. Zhu, you have good taste, this car is priced at one million five hundred thirty thousand abroad..."
Before the manager finished, Li Lingling was so shocked her voice changed pitch: "How much?"
Zhu Gaohui’s expression also changed visibly. He then went to look at the car’s brand, and it turned out to be a Mercedes.
Just now, his attention was on Chuzheng, and he hadn’t looked at the car closely.
"One million five hundred thirty thousand..."
The manager repeated.
Li Lingling had some self-awareness, Zhu Gaohui could buy her a car of twenty or thirty thousand, but over a million, that was impossible.
The manager seemed to realize something too and stayed silent for a moment, just looking at Zhu Gaohui.
Chuzheng stood at the back, calmly watching them, as if conveying: go ahead, buy it!
Zhu Gaohui: "..."
Being stared at by a young girl like that, Zhu Gaohui felt inexplicably complicated.
This amount of money was nothing to him, he wouldn’t even blink if buying for himself, but buying it for Li Lingling felt unworthy to him.
However, Chuzheng just looked at him, as if thinking he was beneath her if he didn’t buy it, igniting Zhu Gaohui’s masculine pride: "Buy it!"
Li Lingling was nervous at first, but suddenly her eyes lit up, looking tenderly at Zhu Gaohui.
Over a million-fifty thousand cars!
She never even imagined it before...
Zhu Gaohui, however, was looking at Chuzheng.
Li Lingling was dissatisfied and pulled Zhu Gaohui to the side, so he had to bring his gaze back.
Chuzheng tugged at the salesgirl from earlier, pointing to another car: "That car, full payment, hurry up."
The salesgirl was momentarily stunned: "That car costs three million."
"Okay." Chuzheng nodded coldly.
The salesgirl immediately pulled the manager: "Manager, this lady wants that car."
The manager was talking to Zhu Gaohui, upon hearing the salesgirl, he didn’t even look: "Just take her to complete the paperwork."
Salesgirl: "..."
A three-million-dollar car was usually handled personally by the manager.
She had never sold such an expensive car, but since the manager said so, she had to take Chuzheng to handle the paperwork.
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The manager personally saw Zhu Gaohui out. As soon as they stepped outside, a car drove past.
Li Lingling saw Chuzheng at the wheel, and the car just turned away, she couldn’t see what kind of car it was.
In her heart, she felt it couldn’t be any luxurious car.
The manager pulled the salesgirl next to him: "What’s with that car?"
Salesgirl: "Sold... sold it, Xiao Xia sold it..."
"Where’s Xiao Xia?"
Xiao Xia was called over.
"Manager?"
"You sold that car?"
"...Yes, yes." Xiao Xia nodded.
"Why didn’t you call me?"
Xiao Xia, weakly, said: "I told you, you told me to handle it myself."
The manager suddenly remembered, earlier when he was talking to Zhu Gaohui, Xiao Xia had said a few words to him.
The manager felt a lump in his throat, couldn’t swallow, and couldn’t vent his anger, as Xiao Xia did indeed tell him.
The nearby employees muttered, "Why is the manager so angry?"
"That car was three million, Xiao Xia sold it herself, the manager didn’t get any commission, of course he’s angry."
"Three million?"
"I just saw that young girl, she looked about twenty or so, and she bought a three-million car?"
"Probably a rich second generation."
The murmurs of the employees fell into Li Lingling’s ears, and the smile on her face slowly stiffened.
Three million?
Where did she get so much money?
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Chuzheng drove away, not sure why, but one of the roads was blocked, the navigation showing a sea of red and yellow.
Chuzheng had to take a different route.
When passing a traffic light, Chuzheng slowed the car, who would have thought an old man from the roadside wobbled towards her car.
Then...
A cyclist in front of her got framed for an accident!
The bicycle suddenly rushed from behind, seemingly in a hurry, the old man probably targeted her but ended up colliding with the bicycle.
The old man and the cyclist both fell to the ground.
"Ouch..."
The old man lay on the ground moaning, face full of pain, probably truly injured due to how fast that bicycle was going.
The bicycle’s owner was a young boy, wearing a white hoodie and black casual pants, dressed quite ordinarily.
His hair had a few streaks of blue, and his face was bruised, not sure who hit him before, but his handsome face was still evident.
The boy climbed up from the ground, going to help the old man: "Are you alright?"
The old man waved the boy away: "Ouch, are you trying to kill me? My back oh..."
"Sorry, I didn’t mean it." The boy apologized in a low voice.
"What do you mean you didn’t mean it, pay up!!" The old man’s voice was strong, not at all like someone seriously hurt.
The boy pursed his lips, fumbled around himself, had a hundred bill, others were just scraps of fives and tens: "This is all I have..."
The old man alternated between wailing and berating: "Are you trying to brush off a beggar, look at how you’ve hit me, this isn’t enough for a hospital checkup!"
Chuzheng pushed the car door open and got out.
There weren’t many pedestrians on this road, Chuzheng glanced around, found no cameras, though some passing cars had stopped to watch the incident.
The old man demanded thirty thousand from the boy.
Chuzheng was initially just watching, but her King’s Account suddenly suggested she do some good deeds.
"..."
The weak, helpless, little poor thing was indeed very pitiful.
Chuzheng bypassed the group, went to the opposite bank to withdraw some cash, and asked the bank for a black plastic bag to carry back.
More onlookers gathered; a few among them were siding with the old man, as if determined not to let the boy go without compensation.
Chuzheng approached with the plastic bag.
The boy was being dragged, his clothes wrinkled, surrounded by a flurry of voices constantly bombarding him.
Chuzheng grabbed the hood of his hoodie, pulling him back.
Those ’righteous’ bystanders thought the boy wanted to flee, instinctively trying to grab him, so Chuzheng swung the plastic bag full of money, causing several hands to retract simultaneously.
"What are you doing!"
Chuzheng looked at the old man lying on the ground, asked indifferently: "Want money?"
"What do you mean want money, he should pay for it!" Someone scolded: "He hit someone first, look at how he injured the man."
The boy, after being suddenly pulled away, regained composure, pulled at Chuzheng’s sleeve: "Um... it was my fault..."