Su Mu, dressed in military training camouflage, swaggered into the Porsche Center.
The eighty-yuan mesh shoes on his feet made an unpleasant squeaking sound on the marble tiles.
Pushing open the clear glass doors of the Porsche Center, the air conditioning inside was set to full blast.
Su Mu's family ran a small restaurant, which did good business, and his parents, Su Father and Su Mother, were well-liked, ensuring a steady stream of returning customers.
They could earn two to three hundred thousand a year, not exactly the wealthy class.
But his parents never skimped on him when it came to money.
So he was extremely relaxed at the moment.
With over a hundred million in cash in his pocket.
Everything looked like the Chinese cabbage from his own garden.
At this moment, a few female salespeople were chatting at the entrance.
They were discussing a newly bought designer handbag.
Turning their heads, they saw Su Mu, who seemed completely out of place here.
One woman, with eyeliner fully applied, pursed her lips.
She nudged Han Shuyao, who was yawning in the corner.
"Xiao Han, go and greet him."
"Probably another university student, here to enjoy the air conditioning or shoot a TikTok video."
"Let him take pictures in the showroom, but don't let him test drive outside."
Han Shuyao was worried about next month's rent, and last night she even tried shooting a borderline video, editing until late but couldn't bring herself to post it.
Because if she didn't sell a car in the second half of the month, she'd be stuck with a base salary and shown the door.
Wearing seven-centimeter high heels, Han Shuyao quickly approached.
She wore a tight-fitting professional pencil skirt and black stockings.
Her legs were extraordinarily long.
Su Mu stared at those legs for a second.
He silently mocked in his heart.
What a waste if those legs aren't pedaling a tricycle.
Han Shuyao wore a standard professional smile.
But her heavy dark circles couldn't be concealed.
She looked like a corporate slave on the verge of sudden death.
She also thought that a university student wearing camouflage in this hot weather was probably just here for fun.
But as the intern with the lowest performance this month.
If she couldn't get a deal today, she'd be kicked out of the group chat by the supervisor tomorrow.
Even if it was just a mosquito, she had to go through the whole process today.
"Hello, sir."
Han Shuyao slightly bowed and handed over a thick brochure.
"May I ask what model you're interested in?"
As soon as she spoke.
A crisp mechanical voice suddenly rang in Su Mu's mind.
[Ding.]
[Target Name: Han Shuyao.]
[Overall Rating: Appearance 92, Figure 95.]
[Current Tags: Tired, Stressed.]
[Hidden Trait:??? (Unlock at 30% Development Progress).]
Su Mu paused at the familiar prompt, but didn't pay it any mind.
He couldn't be bothered to fawn over a 96-point campus beauty, let alone be swayed by a pair of black stockings!
He didn't take the heavy brochure.
Ignoring all the ordinary models around him.
After scanning the showroom with his eyes.
He walked directly to the central C-position display.
There stood an obsidian black top-spec Panamera.
Its streamlined body exuded the scent of money under the spotlight.
"Is this car available?"
Su Mu pointed at the car's front.
His tone was extremely casual.
Pointing at this luxury car as if it were a cabbage in the market.
Han Shuyao was stunned by his attitude.
She hurriedly flipped through the brochure in her hand.
"Sir, you have a good eye."
"This is the current top-spec executive extended version."
"Equipped with a four-liter twin-turbocharged engine."
Han Shuyao tried hard to maintain her professional sales pitch.
She lowered her head and began reciting the optional configurations.
"It also features leather interiors and twenty-one-inch sport wheels."
"Stop, stop, stop."
Su Mu raised his hand to interrupt her recitation.
He was just buying a means of transport, not taking a racing mechanic exam.
The appeal of a Porsche was its flashy appearance.
As long as it looked cool, that was enough.
Su Mu pointed at the black Panamera.
Then turned and pointed at a red 911 on the adjacent stand.
"I'm just asking if there's stock, don't go off on tangents."
Su Mu's voice was surprisingly calm.
"If these two cars are in stock."
"How much in total, give me a number."
When Su Mu dropped this bombshell, he didn't add a single unnecessary word.
The showroom fell into a dead silence.
In the distance, Sister Li, a seasoned veteran, couldn't hold back.
She accidentally laughed out loud, quickly covering her mouth to avoid being reprimanded and fined by the manager.
After all, in this day and age, if a store got caught in a scandal of looking down on customers, it would be a media frenzy.
Not to mention she was just a salesperson, even the manager would be in trouble.
So even knowing this university student was probably just messing around, no one dared to actually kick him out.
The salespeople whispered to each other, looking around for cameras, wondering if someone was secretly filming a skit.
Su Mu couldn't be bothered with the gossip from those women in the distance.
He directly reached into the pocket of his camouflage pants.
He pulled out a slightly worn and faded postal savings card.
This card was one his parents had gotten for him when he was a child, and his yearly New Year's money was saved in it.
They never said they'd keep it for him, and he never spent it recklessly.
The billion from the system this morning was also deposited into this card.
With a light click.
Su Mu slapped the card onto the black hood.
"Swipe the card now."
Su Mu tapped the shiny engine hood.
"Get the paperwork done quickly."
"I need to get back to school later."
Han Shuyao stared blankly at the chipped bank card.
It felt like watching someone in a dream.
She sprinted in her high heels to the finance office.
In less than half a minute.
The finance office echoed with the crisp beeping of the POS machine.
Followed by a long strip of freshly printed payment receipt.
Five million four hundred thousand.
Full payment successful!
Han Shuyao looked at the string of glaring Arabic numbers.
Her knees felt weak.
She almost collapsed onto the finance office carpet.
At this moment, Sister Li, who was about to take a sip of warm water.
Heard the finance supervisor's excited accounting report.
She spat the warm water onto a colleague's meticulously made-up face.
Staring at the finance office as if she'd seen a ghost in broad daylight.
The salespeople by the tea station, who had just been mocking Su Mu.
Were so shocked their jaws nearly hit the floor.
Each of them mentally calculating like crazy.
Even the most basic commission from these two cars.
Would be enough for a down payment on a small apartment outside Shanghai's outer ring.
It was like a windfall from the heavens.
Sister Li quickly regained her composure.
Ignoring the water all over her dress.
She plastered a heavily powdered face in front of Su Mu.
"Sir, you're quite the spender."
"That Xiao Han is just a new intern."
"She doesn't have the authority to handle such a big order, any contract errors would be troublesome."
"I'm the top sales here."
"I'll take you to the quiet and private VIP lounge to sign the documents."
"Our Porsche offers exclusive private services for esteemed clients like you."
Sister Li emphasized the words "private services" heavily.
Su Mu didn't even acknowledge her.
He turned to look at the suited sales manager who had just arrived.
"If these cars are registered under someone else's name."
"I'll head straight to Ferrari across the street."
The sales manager was a smart, bald man.
"If I see you snatching orders again, you won't need to come to work tomorrow."
Sister Li's face turned red and white from the scolding.
She slunk away in defeat.
Han Shuyao's eyes were red.
Leading Su Mu to the VIP lounge, she nearly missed a step on the stairs.
While guiding Su Mu to sign, she knelt beside the wide leather sofa, lowering herself as much as possible.
Whether intentional or not, the angle was such that Su Mu only needed to slightly lower his head to see the scenery below her neckline.
Indeed, the wealthy see more.
......
During the break after signing.
Han Shuyao proactively took out her personal phone.
"Can I add your personal WeChat?"
"If there's any issue with the car or anything else you need."
"Feel free to message me anytime."
"I'll be available 24/7."
The mechanical voice in his mind jumped out again excitedly.
[Ding! Target Han Shuyao's Development Progress increased to 10%.]
[Stage reward issued.]
[Congratulations to the host for acquiring a top-floor duplex luxury apartment at Tomson Riviera.]
[All property documents and access cards have been placed in the Panamera's passenger glove box.]
[Additional special reward: Driving Mastery.]
Su Mu raised an eyebrow.
Amused internally, did that really count just now?
This system's generosity in rewards was a hundred times more pleasing than any shopping app.
Over an hour later.
All the car delivery procedures and temporary plates were perfectly arranged.
The flashy red 911 was directly towed to a location near the university.
Holding the car keys, Su Mu sat in the Panamera's soft and highly supportive driver's seat.
The newly acquired driving mastery instantly flowed into his muscle memory.
From a clumsy novice in driving school.
Every action was as smooth and practiced as a seasoned taxi driver of decades.
He stepped on the gas pedal.
The engine let out a low and aggressive roar.
The car shot into the street traffic like an arrow from a bow.
Leaving behind a group of seasoned salespeople standing under the blazing sun, regretting with toothache.
Watching the disappearing black taillights with deep regret.
Shanghai University, behind the Second Cafeteria.
It was well past mealtime.
Mu Changge, wearing a large white work uniform, stood by a sink full of grease.
The air was filled with the pungent smell of dish soap.
She was scrubbing a mountain of dishes with her pale hands.
Her mind replayed her sister's message over and over.
That vampire Second Aunt had caused trouble at home again.
She'd taken two of the hens that had just laid eggs.
And in half a month, their high school's study tour in Shanghai would start, which was a significant expense.
Though Xiaoxiao kept saying it wasn't necessary, as an elder sister, she didn't want her sister to miss the opportunity.
So many classmates were models, companions, or streamers, earning a lot of money while in university.
She only blamed herself for being useless; those greasy words always made her sick.
The more Mu Changge thought about it, the more stifled she felt.
She stared at the yellowing water, lost in thought.
The slippery ceramic plate in her hand slipped and fell to the tiled floor.
The crisp sound of breaking echoed sharply in the quiet kitchen.
The supervising plump aunt immediately dropped her rag and strode over.
Her face, lined with meanness, was full of anger.
"Daydreaming while washing dishes."
The aunt put her hands on her hips and started calculating.
"Fifty yuan will be deducted from today's wages."
"If you break anything else, you'll be out of here."
Mu Changge slowly squatted down.
Her slender fingers carefully picked the sharp ceramic shards into the trash bin.
Fifty yuan, not even enough for a roommate's cup of coffee, but for her, it was a heavy blow.
Her roommate's suggestion echoed in her mind again.