Had he seen this car before? Hearing Qin Fen say that, Wang Zhiqiang's heart skipped a beat, and he could not help feeling pleased. So he did recognize it. Good—so long as he knew how awesome this car was. He had only just gotten excited, as if he could already foresee the entertaining scene to come, when he suddenly felt the temperature around him drop a little.
His nose itched. "Achoo!" He sneezed, but it did nothing to affect his mood.
Instead, he looked at Qin Fen expectantly, lifting his chin as his sense of superiority grew even stronger. "You know it?"
"Brother Wang, this car is pretty nice. It probably burns seven liters per hundred kilometers, right?" Qin Fen was certain. He really had seen this car before. A Volkswagen Passat!
Mine burns seventeen liters per hundred kilometers! Wang Zhiqiang nearly coughed up blood. What the hell was wrong with his eyes? This was clearly a Phaeton. His expression changed as he understood Qin Fen's intentions. All he could do was suffer inwardly. This isn't a Passat! You could buy ten Passats for its price! As a professor and an expert in both the national education and radio fields, he naturally had to keep a low profile in the way he conducted himself.
So low-key that it was almost excessive. His car was genuinely expensive—nearly two million! But anyone who knew Phaetons understood that they looked much like Volkswagen Passats, only slightly bigger. Most people could mistake them. Was Qin Fen most people? No. But as a little nobody, he had no concept of cars beyond a handful of brands.
There was really no point discussing luxury cars with someone who, just a year ago, could only afford to rent a rooftop terrace.
Seeing the certainty in Qin Fen's