Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation - Chapter 54

Imported Luxury Car 4S Store – “Elite Autos”
Dealership for Audi, Mercedes-Benz, BMW, and other premium imported brands.

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“Li Lanlan, you’ve been working here for a month and haven’t sold a single car. This company doesn’t keep dead weight. If you don’t make a sale this week, pack your things and leave!”

The 4S store manager glared at Li Lanlan before storming into his office.

“Lanlan, you need to be smarter. Learn to tell who’s actually here to buy a car and who’s just here for the free air conditioning!”

Her colleague, Zhang Yan, shot her a frustrated look. “I taught you this on your first day, but you’re still clueless. Every time a customer walks in, whether they’re serious or not, you waste time giving them the full sales pitch!”

“Sister Zhang, didn’t you say ‘the customer is always right’?” Li Lanlan replied meekly.

“Ugh, you’ve read too many books and lost all common sense!” Zhang Yan scoffed. “Sure, the customer is always right—but if they can’t afford a car, you might as well be talking to a brick wall!”

“You try to cater to everyone, but in the end, you ignore the real buyers. No wonder they walk out annoyed. How do you expect to make sales like this?”

“Oh… I understand now, Sister Zhang,” Li Lanlan mumbled, her head hanging low.

SCREECH—

Just then, a BMW X5 and a Toyota Crown pulled up abruptly in front of the dealership.

A young couple stepped out—a man in his late twenties, tall, handsome, and exuding an air of authority, and a stunning woman dressed head-to-toe in designer brands, her beauty a perfect blend of innocence and allure.

“Now, these are real buyers. Watch and learn how it’s done!”

Zhang Yan flashed a practiced smile and glided over, oozing charm. “Welcome! I’m a sales consultant here. How may I assist you today?”

“I’m looking to buy a car for my girlfriend,” Fan Tao replied casually.

His father was the district mayor, and Fan Tao had a reputation in these circles. The dealership’s manager had even tried to wine and dine him before, but Fan Tao, ever the humble official’s son, had declined.

“A car for your girlfriend? How lucky she is!” Zhang Yan gushed, inwardly comparing Fan Tao to her own high-school-teacher boyfriend—and finding the latter sorely lacking.

She maintained her flawless, customer-service smile. “Do you have any specific models in mind, or would you like me to recommend something?”

“Something in the six-figure range, suitable for a professional woman,” Fan Tao said with deliberate nonchalance.

Zhang Yan’s eyes lit up. Fan Tao reeked of money—this was going to be a big sale.

“Our dealership carries multiple luxury brands,” she said eagerly, guiding them toward the showroom. “This newly released Audi TT is an imported model—compact, elegant, perfect for a sophisticated woman like your girlfriend. The base model starts at 500,000, while the high-end version is 590,000.”

She gestured to another car. “And this is the Audi A3, an entry-level sedan priced between 180,000 and 260,000.”

“Biyao, why don’t you try sitting in the A3?” Fan Tao suggested.

“No need. A car in this price range isn’t for me,” Lu Biyao replied coolly.

Her family was worth tens of millions—she’d be embarrassed to drive anything under a million, let alone a 200,000-yuan car. She understood Fan Tao’s government salary was modest, but this was pushing it.

“The Audi TT’s color is nice, though. Bright red, sporty, full of energy,” she remarked offhandedly.

Translation: This car is only good for grocery runs, not social events.

Fan Tao’s smile faltered. His father might have embezzled plenty, but those funds were stashed overseas. His own savings, after years of work, barely topped six figures. This purchase would stretch him thin.

But then again, Lu Biyao came from money. A car now could secure her favor—a worthwhile investment.

“Let’s get it! The Audi TT is the only car that suits you!” he declared, puffing out his chest.

After a test drive, Lu Biyao warmed up to the car. “The top-tier model is actually quite nice. Let’s go for that.”

“Sure, top-tier it is!” Fan Tao gritted his teeth. If this sped up their relationship, so be it.

“Perfect! Please follow me to finalize the paperwork and payment!”

Zhang Yan was practically floating. She ushered them to a seating area and barked at Li Lanlan to fetch tea and coffee.

As Lu Biyao clung to his arm, Fan Tao’s mind wandered—until he saw the contract.

“Wait, the top-tier model is 590,000, but the total is 700,000?”

He’d never bought a car himself—his current BMW was a hand-me-down from his parents.

“Oh, that includes taxes, insurance, licensing fees, and so on,” Zhang Yan explained sweetly.

“Ah, I see…”

Fan Tao’s wallet was now in crisis mode. “Biyao, maybe we should go for the base model? It’s practically the same.”

He could borrow from his parents, but spoiling Lu Biyao too much might backfire.

“Fine, base model then,” Lu Biyao said flatly, her disappointment palpable.

If a man truly loves you, he’ll spend willingly. If Fan Tao’s this stingy now, what kind of husband will he be?

As Fan Tao signed the contract, Lu Biyao turned away, gazing out the window—and froze.

“Jiang Tian? Zhao Xueqing?!”

…

Meanwhile, Zhao Xueqing had only just realized Jiang Tian intended to buy her a car. She tugged at his sleeve anxiously.

“Jiang Tian, forget it. My old Chevrolet still runs! Let’s not waste money.”

“Runs? That junk heap has stalled twice already. It’s time for an upgrade.” He ruffled her hair affectionately.

“Please, Jiang Tian, I don’t want this!”

Her eyes glistened with unshed tears. “We need to save. Remember how hard things were before? When we ran out of money for your treatment, we ate nothing but rice and chili sauce for days!”

Jiang Tian’s heart ached. His past recklessness had left her scarred, still fearing instability.

He pulled her close. “Xueqing, trust me. Today, the best car. Soon, the best villa. Don’t you believe in me?”

“I do…” She sighed, relenting.

…

“Jiang Tian? Who’s that?” Fan Tao followed Lu Biyao’s gaze, spotting the couple.

His eyes lingered on Zhao Xueqing—even prettier than Lu Biyao—before flicking to Jiang Tian’s plain attire. This loser can’t even afford an Alto, and he’s here for an Audi?

“A washed-up playboy. Now he’s just a leech,” Lu Biyao sneered. “And that woman’s no better.”

Fan Tao vaguely recalled rumors of Lu Biyao’s failed blind date with a Jiang Tian from Jinling. His mood soured.

“Hah! They’re eating rice with chili sauce, and he’s promising her the ‘best car’? And she actually believes him? How pathetic!”

Lu Biyao’s laughter was sharp with scorn. Fu Lanjun had made it clear—the Jiang family was struggling, cutting Jiang Tian off. And Zhao Xueqing’s mid-level management salary barely covered basics, let alone luxury cars.

“Zhang Yan’s at it again—another big sale!” The other salesgirls whispered enviously.

Then they noticed Jiang Tian and Zhao Xueqing entering.

Zhang Yan barely glanced their way. “Ignore them. They’re just here for the AC.”

Jiang Tian’s simple T-shirt and jeans, paired with his youthful complexion, screamed “broke college grad.” Zhao Xueqing’s thrifty style—a 200-yuan max dress—sealed the deal.

Another pair of freeloaders.

“Watch how I handle this.”

She marched over, oozing fake politeness. “Here for an interview? The waiting area’s over there. These seats are for customers.”

“Actually, I’m here to buy a car. Could you show us your most expensive model?” Jiang Tian replied calmly.

“Pfft—Jiang Tian, ‘most expensive car’?”

Lu Biyao burst out laughing. “You’re still eating rice with chili sauce! Do you think you’re buying Lao Gan Ma sauce here?”

She pointed mockingly at a Rolls-Royce Phantom. “That’s the most expensive car here. Can you even afford a tire?”