When a Former Roommate Achieved Freedom of Cars and Homes
At noon, no one went anywhere. They simply had lunch at the Porsche Center.
There were four dishes and a soup: broccoli, chicken wings, okra, prawns, corn and pork rib soup, plus fruit for dessert.
It was hardly a lavish feast, but it was certainly far better than the simple meals offered at ordinary 4S dealerships.
Bei Wei ate while scrolling through her phone, a smile occasionally flashing across her face.
"What are you looking at?" Zhang Yang asked curiously.
Bei Wei handed her phone to Zhang Yang.
Zhang Yang took it and glanced over it. What caught his eye was a Moments post overflowing with likes and comments.
After all, picking up a Panamera was still a pretty shocking thing.
"Picking up a car? A Panamera? Your boyfriend gave it to you? Oh my god!"
"No way... there really are rich, handsome guys willing to buy their girlfriends Panameras? Your boyfriend is that wealthy?"
"How much was it on the road? Even in my dreams, I restrained myself to getting only a 911, while you turned around and picked up a Panamera in real life?"
"Congratulations, congratulations!"
"Damn, all I have left is envy, jealousy, and hatred."
Zhang Yang skimmed through them. They were full of shock, congratulations, and surprise. Of course, there was plenty of envy, jealousy, and resentment too, though no one made it too obvious.
If someone showed off cosmetics worth a few thousand yuan or a phone worth several thousand, plenty of people would complain behind their backs, muttering things like, "What's so great about that?"
But come on, this was a Porsche Panamera—something worth nearly two million yuan. Wasn't it worth posting about? Wasn't it worth showing off?
When something they could only dream