"Do I look like I'm joking?" Li Rui stared at Wang Lili with his hands in his pockets and a faint smile.
Money gave a man courage. The billion yuan in his domestic bank account alone was enough to make him utterly composed. With so much money, where in this vast world couldn't he go?
"Mr. Li, because models like supercars are so expensive, they're kept in separate garages. Store policy requires proof of funds before we can show you the cars," Wang Lili told Li Rui apologetically.
Even the cheapest supercars cost several million yuan, while the expensive ones cost over ten million or even tens of millions.
They couldn't let just anyone whose entire outfit cost less than a hundred yuan look at the cars. If anything got damaged, she couldn't afford to pay for it.
Wang Lili didn't expect the man before her, whose clothes cost less than a hundred yuan altogether, to be able to afford a supercar. It wasn't that she was looking down on people through a dog's eyes. After all, pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger only happened in novels.
"No need for a test drive. Do you have a McLaren P1?"
Li Rui asked calmly. As for how a loser like him knew about a supercar like this, it had to be from scrolling through videos. He no longer remembered its specs. All he remembered was that it looked awesome, and that was all that mattered.
"Ah!" Wang Lili cried out again.
That was a thirteen-million-yuan sports car, and their dealership happened to have one. Even this dealership specializing in luxury cars didn't sell many cars worth over ten million in a year.
This young man, whose entire outfit cost less than a hundred yuan, actually wanted to see a luxury car like that?
"If you have one, just swipe my card." Just as Wang Lili was wondering whether Mr. Li was messing with her, Li Rui spoke again.
Even back when Li Rui was a loser, he had hated hassle more than anything. He never spent more than five minutes buying a piece of clothing. Now that he had a hundred billion yuan, wasn't buying a car worth over ten million just like buying clothes for a few dozen yuan before?
If he liked it, he would buy it. There was no need to consider so much; it was too much trouble. If he didn't like the car he bought, he could simply buy another. Barring anything unexpected, he couldn't spend all his money in a lifetime anyway. Not to mention that with the system, he would only have more money in the future.
Li Rui then took a bank card from his trouser pocket and handed it to Wang Lili.
Wang Lili's eyes went perfectly round as she looked at the bank card held out before her.
She had only introduced the cars to this young man because her job required it.
She hadn't expected him to buy a supercar, not even the slightest bit, much less to tell her to swipe his card without even asking the price. Could he be some rich family's young master pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger?
Looking at Wang Lili frozen before him, Li Rui frowned slightly. "What are you standing there for? Swipe it. The PIN is six eights."
His voice brought Wang Lili back to her senses. She accepted his card with both hands and asked quietly, "Sir, the McLaren P1 costs thirteen million yuan. Are you sure you want to buy it?"
"Mm." Li Rui nodded and gave a casual reply.
"All right, please wait a moment." Whether it was real or not, swiping the card would tell her. Before she had even finished speaking, Wang Lili hurried toward the front desk.
Watching Wang Lili walk toward the cashier's counter, Li Rui felt nothing like as calm as he appeared. All the composure he had shown earlier was an act.
For Li Rui, who had still been penniless an hour ago, how could he stay calm when he was about to own a supercar he had once dreamed of having?
He was only pretending to be calm to maintain his swagger. Although he had money now, he couldn't act like a nouveau riche, even if everything he was doing was exactly that.
Zhang Yingying, who was scrolling on her phone beside the front desk, happened to look up and saw Wang Lili approaching with a bank card in hand. She froze briefly. Had that broke loser really bought a car? And had the deal closed so quickly?
Only a few minutes had passed between his entering the dealership and Wang Lili returning with his bank card.
There wasn't a single car in this dealership priced below a million yuan. Even selling the cheapest one would bring a commission of several thousand. Zhang Yingying felt a little regretful, yet she still found it hard to believe.
With a ding from the front desk, the thirteen-million-yuan card payment went through, and Wang Lili's anxious heart finally settled.
Mr. Li wasn't messing with her. He was a genuine big shot, swiping his card outright for a thirteen-million-yuan luxury car. She had truly struck it lucky. She had actually encountered someone pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger.
Looking at Wang Lili, who held the bank card and trembled slightly with excitement, Zhang Yingying asked hesitantly, "Lili, did the customer buy a car?"
"Yes, Sister Zhang. Mr. Li bought the McLaren P1," Wang Lili said excitedly.
The commission on luxury cars worth over ten million was relatively high. According to the dealership's commission rates, selling this car should earn her three hundred thousand yuan.
Her parents were both rural folk whose annual income was only ten or twenty thousand yuan. With this money, life at home would be much better. Her parents wouldn't have to work so hard, and there would be no need to worry about her younger brother's university tuition.
The McLaren P1? Zhang Yingying's entire head exploded.
This was the broke loser she had looked down on? This was the broke loser she had refused to serve? A thirteen-million-yuan luxury car, and cars worth over ten million paid higher commissions than ordinary cars. Three hundred thousand yuan in commission had vanished just like that. Her heart ached so badly she could barely breathe...
Hearing Wang Lili's words, the salespeople nearby who had been scrolling on their phones all stopped what they were doing. Every pair of eyes fixed on Wang Lili, their gazes profoundly complicated. The commission from this one car equaled one or two years of their salaries.
"What unbelievable dogshit luck."
"If I'd known, I would've gone to help him."
"Lili, you've struck it rich!"
A chorus of chatter followed, some jealous, some envious. But who could they blame? They could only blame themselves for looking down on people through a dog's eyes.
"All right, stop making so much noise. Good work, Lili. Manager Wang is in his office. Go let him know," Zhang Yingying told Wang Lili with an outwardly calm expression.
Only Zhang Yingying knew how far from calm she was inside. Her heart was bleeding. But the dealership had its rules. A customer Wang Lili served was her customer. Even as a veteran employee, Zhang Yingying couldn't steal him away. Since she couldn't take him, she might as well be gracious.
"All right, Sister Zhang." Wang Lili turned and hurried toward the manager's office.
Before long, Wang Lili returned with a middle-aged man.
"Hello, Mr. Li. This is Manager Wang of our dealership," Wang Lili said, introducing the middle-aged man beside her.
"Hello, Mr. Li. My name is Wang Zhongtian. Thank you for giving our dealership your business. Here's my card. If you need anything in the future, please feel free to call me." Wang Zhongtian's face was practically blooming with smiles, his expression full of flattery.
People who could afford luxury cars worth over ten million were people those in the luxury-car business absolutely had to cultivate.
That went doubly for a rich young master who took less than five minutes to buy such a car. He was definitely the young master of some prominent family. If they served these young masters well, would they ever have to worry about business?
"All right, Manager Wang. If I need anything in the future, I'll definitely call you." Although he had bought a supercar, he would certainly buy other vehicles in the future, including luxury cars for his parents and older sister. He hadn't had the means before, but now that he had money, he had to give his parents and family a better life.
"Manager Wang, take me to pick up the car."
"Of course, Mr. Li. The car is in the garage out back. This way, please."
A little while later, Li Rui finally saw the car that now belonged to him. Its low-slung, glossy black body was paired with sleek, flowing lines. With a light press, the doors on both sides spread like wings.
One word: awesome. No wonder girls liked men who drove sports cars one-handed. Who could resist this?
"Manager Wang, can I drive this car away today?" Li Rui stared at the handsome supercar before him, completely unable to look away. All he wanted was to drive it away right now, cruise through the streets, and enjoy the envious looks of passersby.
"Yes, Mr. Li. Once you sign the purchase contract, you can drive it away. We'll take care of the license plate and all the paperwork for you."