Chapter 217 : Buying a Car
Chapter 217: Buying a Car
Su He’s scandals added up again—and this time, they were backed by irrefutable evidence, the kind that spread across the entire internet. Liu Rushuang didn’t even need to bother keeping proof; a quick search online would bring up countless videos.
After all, when hundreds of cars were blocked yesterday, there were bound to be a few smart ones who took videos on the spot as souvenirs.
Who said life didn’t have that many spectators? One could imagine that from now on, whenever Su He drove out, her car would draw attention wherever it went—always surrounded by onlookers. She had, in a way, become famous.
Meanwhile, Lin Mo and his father were out cruising in their old Volkswagen.
“Son, you just gave me that look to step outside—what’s up?”
Inside the car, Comrade Old Lin had a Taishan cigarette dangling from his mouth, smoke curling up as he drove and curiously asked.
As for Huazi cigarettes, his father couldn’t bear to smoke them himself—he preferred to save them for guests during the New Year or when relatives came to visit.
That was the most genuine mindset of ordinary people: good cigarettes and good liquor weren’t for themselves, but for guests or gifts.
Although Lin Mo didn’t agree with this kind of thinking, he knew it wasn’t something that could be changed overnight.
“If we don’t come out now, we might not get another chance, Dad. How about we go to a 4S store?” Lin Mo said.
If his mother found out about what had happened—that their ancestral grave metaphorically caught fire, and her precious son was somehow involved—no matter how hard he tried to talk his way out, he’d still be beaten today.
For his own sake, he had to buy the car today, and it had to be driven home immediately. Once she saw the new car, even if she were furious, her anger might ease a bit—and at least her attention would shift.
Besides, he’d already planned on buying a car before this. The video going viral online only solidified his decision.
“4S store? Son, you’re buying a car?” Old Lin asked in surprise.
After all, his son wasn’t a kid anymore—and now, he even had more savings than the family combined. If he said he wanted to buy a car, he definitely meant it.
“Yeah. For one thing, your car’s getting old, and for another, Mom still takes the bus every day. I was thinking of getting her a car for commuting,” Lin Mo explained.
The moment Comrade Old Lin heard that, he burst out laughing. “Now that’s a good thing! That’s my boy—you really know how to flatter your mom. You’ve learned from the best, huh? Let’s go, to the 4S store!”
With that, Comrade Old Lin spun the steering wheel around for a U-turn and headed straight in the other direction.
Lin Mo’s mouth twitched at his father’s words. Was he flattering her? It wasn’t that he wanted to—it was that he had to. Once his mom found out, even flattery wouldn’t save him then.
Although South City was just a county-level city, it had everything a city needed, including car dealerships. Before long, under Old Lin’s guidance, the father and son arrived at their destination.
Inside the car, they confirmed their budget and car model. Their family was an ordinary one, so luxury cars were out of the question.
Their budget: under 200,000 yuan. Sedan. Mainly for daily commuting.
After getting out, Lin Mo asked, “Dad, what kind of car should we buy?”
“Volkswagen, of course! It’s solid, durable, cost-effective, with fewer issues—and most importantly, it keeps its value,” Old Lin said, immediately going off on a passionate spiel.
Sure, there was personal bias in his words, but he wasn’t wrong either. Around here, Volkswagens really did hold their value—ordinary folks trusted the brand.
And when it came to durability, performance, and low maintenance, Comrade Old Lin did have the experience. After all, that old Volkswagen of his had been running for years without a problem—he knew the brand well.
Lin Mo could drive, but that was about it. When it came to buying cars, he naturally deferred to his father’s experience. He just had to pay.
Before long, the two arrived at a 4S store. Though it was branded as a Volkswagen dealership, there were cars of other brands parked outside too. In small cities, things weren’t that strict—dealerships clustered together, a bit messy but convenient.
“Hello, are you here to buy a car?”
A man wearing black trousers and a white shirt approached them the moment they stepped in. One glance was enough to tell he was a salesman.
“Yes. We’re buying a Volkswagen, automatic, available now—we want to drive it home today. Got any good recommendations?” Comrade Old Lin asked right away, straight to the point.
It sounded casual, but he had clearly rehearsed that line many times in his head. After all, he also wanted to replace his car.
The salesman immediately perked up—this was a serious buyer, not just a window shopper. His tone became instantly warmer.
“Please, come in and have a seat. I’ll get you both a bottle of water—it’s too hot outside.”
Reading the room was a basic skill for any salesperson. Knowing who was a potential buyer and who wasn’t—that was key.
The Lin father and son walked in with a clear purpose. Their goal was obvious—they’d already decided what they wanted. This was a deal that could close on the spot, and the salesman knew he couldn’t let that slip away.
Taking the two bottles of chilled mineral water handed by Salesman Xiao Ma, the father and son followed him as he began showing them around.
“Sir, may I ask what your budget is?” Xiao Ma asked, turning to Old Lin.
From his perspective, it looked like a father helping his son buy a car.
But to his surprise, Old Lin immediately turned to look at his son.
Lin Mo said, “Under 200,000. A commuting car, something that looks decent and a bit classy.”
His mother’s view on cars was simple and practical: flashy didn’t matter, solid and reliable did. As long as it had fewer problems, that was all that mattered. After all, cars were just for getting around—and fixing one cost money. In this regard, both his parents thought the same.
Salesman Xiao Ma froze for a moment, then quickly recovered. “In that case, how about the Magotan 330? It looks elegant, has great discounts, and there’s one available right now.”
As he spoke, he led them to a black Volkswagen, opened the door, and began his introduction.
Old Lin said, “Magotan, huh? That’s a good one. Looks nice, performs well, and I’ve checked recently—the discounts are solid.”
Clearly, his dad had already done his homework on that model and liked it.
“Wait a minute—the Magotan’s not an option. Pick another,” Lin Mo suddenly said.
He knew the car he bought in real life wouldn’t have the same effect as the one on his shopping page—but he had seen it that very morning.
If he bought the same car now, it’d just feel wrong. Buying a car should at least make him happy.
“Son, why not? The Magotan’s a good car,” Old Lin asked.
Even Salesman Xiao Ma chimed in, “Sir, is there something you don’t like about this model? Or do you have another one in mind?”
Lin Mo replied, “Anything called Magotan is out. Anything else is fine.”
Both of them: “???”
Neither Old Lin nor Xiao Ma could understand his logic. Xiao Ma even suspected Lin Mo had been hit by a Magotan before—why else would he refuse without reason?
Xiao Ma turned to Old Lin for guidance.
“Sir, then—?”
Old Lin shrugged. “Why are you looking at me? I’ve got no money—my pockets are cleaner than my face. The one paying is right there!”
Salesman Xiao Ma: