Picking up a luxury car, getting a whole new look

"Wow, it's gorgeous," Chi Qing exclaimed at her first luxury car handover. The imposing, luxurious car had a huge red bow tied to it, flowers covered the ground beneath it, and an elegant display board stood beside it, reading: "Congratulations to our esteemed Ms. Chi Qing on becoming a distinguished Porsche Cayenne owner."

The pretty saleswoman from last time approached with an enormous, exquisite bouquet. "Congratulations on becoming a distinguished Porsche owner." "Thank you." Chi Qing accepted the bouquet. So you even get flowers at a luxury car handover.

"Miss Chi, let's take a few photos for you," the pretty saleswoman said as a photographer carrying professional equipment walked over.

And so Chi Qing, who had not even put on makeup, posed for a few photos with the first luxury car of her life and the flowers covering the ground, secretly relieved. Good thing I wore a mask. Low-key, and no need for makeup.

What Chi Qing did not know was that she had earned the nickname "the masked rich lady" at Porsche. Especially after she went on to order several more cars, the stories painted her as increasingly low-key and mysterious, growing more outlandish with every retelling. Of course, that all came later.

Right now, Chi Qing was just a suddenly rich loser girl who was so happy about picking up her new car that she wanted to hop around a little.

With guidance from the dealership staff, Chi Qing drove a few laps around the area, then drove her Cayenne out of the dealership, still a little awkward behind the wheel. She connected her phone via Bluetooth and listened to the rich, flowing music from the Burmester sound system, an option that cost over seventy thousand extra. The favorites she had already listened to countless times on her phone seemed to come alive again. Tapping the steering wheel along with the music, Chi Qing's spirits soared.

Chi Qing was having a blast driving, while everyone on the road who spotted this brand-new luxury car, not yet fitted with plates, chose to give it a wide berth. Chi Qing wondered, I'm really lucky today. Everyone on the road is so considerate.

The other drivers: ...Lady, you're a woman driving a brand-new car. I'd better keep my distance... Just stay away from me.

Of today's 1.76 million, after transferring 1.17 million to the car's previous owner, Chi Qing still had 590,000 in her account. She made up her mind: today was all about spending money!! Spending money on a complete makeover!! Then going in tomorrow to quit in style!!

Chi Qing headed straight to a hair salon for her first stop. A friend had introduced her to this salon a few years ago. The manager had been in the business for over a decade and really was very skilled, but unfortunately, the prices were genuinely high: a haircut cost 456, while perms and coloring started at 2,000.

Later, Chi Qing had bought an apartment, and the mortgage had sent her financial pressure soaring. So apart from that one visit with her friend, she had never come back.

The parking spaces outside the salon were a little narrow, and Chi Qing's new car was a midsize-to-large SUV. For Chi Qing, who had always driven a small car, driving on the road was no problem, but parking was genuinely difficult.

After Chi Qing had maneuvered back and forth twice without managing to park properly, a young stylist taking a break outside the salon immediately came over enthusiastically to guide her. Looking at his eager eyes and the headset hooked over his ear, Chi Qing was convinced the whole salon must already know that a rich lady in a new Cayenne who could not park had arrived...

"Hello, which stylist would you like to see?" the pretty young receptionist asked warmly.

"I'm here for the manager. I think his surname is Yang." After several years away, Chi Qing's memory was a little hazy.

Manager Yang looked at the masked Chi Qing, the rich lady driving a Cayenne whom the trainee had told him about over his headset, and clearly could not remember who she was either. But he still greeted her warmly, acting as though they knew each other well. "Ah, you're here."