When Zhang Yang stepped in, there were naturally no complications.
The matter of buying his mother a car was soon settled.
This glacier-white Bentley Flying Spur had fairly standard specifications—not top-of-the-line, and incomparable to his father's fully loaded Maybach S680—but its price easily matched that Maybach, coming to over four million yuan on the road.
Zhang Yang did not so much as blink before paying for the car in full.
Before long, the brand-new Bentley Flying Spur sat before them with its doors open.
A Bentley was indeed a Bentley. Its exterior presence was simply on another level.
From its crystal-cut headlights to its signature glossy black mesh grille, from its Hotspur red and Beluga black two-tone premium leather interior to the extensive walnut trim panels with a jade-like feel.
It truly had that familiar flavor—elegance and luxury existing side by side.
Zhang Yang was used to luxury cars. Not to mention anything else, that Phantom worth nearly twenty million was already the pinnacle of extravagance. Naturally, he only gave this Bentley a brief word of praise and felt little else.
But to people who drove cars worth, at most, a few hundred thousand yuan, the Bentley before them was a complete dimensionality reduction strike.
Zhou Tong leaned inside, touching the exquisitely soft leather seats and looking at the jade-smooth walnut trim panels, unable to stop praising it.
"It's too luxurious, too tasteful. Compared to this, my car... no, it's not even worthy of comparison."
Just look at the three-sided rotating screen, the diamond-pattern center console, the door panels bearing the B emblem, the thick plush floor mats—and listen to the ticking of the Breitling clock beside her ear. This feeling... it was simply...
She turned back to look at her best friend, her expression incredibly complicated, too stunned to