Meanwhile, a young man was pleading desperately with the older man standing in front of him. "Mason, just sell me the car for a little cheaper! Please, this car is so awesome."
Mason, the man he addressed, took a sip of his coffee. "Young Master Rivers, it’s not that I won’t sell it to you. It’s just that I need this car to anchor an upcoming auto show. How could I possibly sell it to you?"
Despite the refusal, Jason—Young Master Rivers—was truly smitten with the sports car and desperately wanted to take it for a spin. His mental budget was around forty-five million, maybe stretching to fifty million at most. But this guy had the nerve to ask for seventy-five million, a full thirty million over his limit!
Mason Hughes glanced up at him. He knew the brat only wanted to offer forty-five million, or fifty million at best. As a businessman, Mason refused to take a loss. The car had cost him fifty million to acquire, and if he sold it at the exhibition, it could easily fetch around eighty million.
"Young Master Rivers, it’s not impossible for you to get the car," Mason said. "At worst, I’ll just painfully part with it and put in the extra effort to find another good car for the show. But as for the price, forty-five million just won’t cut it. If you really like it, I’ll give it to you for sixty-five million. Consider it my way of giving you face."
It wasn’t that Jason lacked the funds, but he couldn’t quite justify dropping sixty-five million on a car he didn’t absolutely adore. Still, it had piqued his interest, leaving him completely torn.
Seeing the young man fall silent, Mason didn’t push. He had gone through a lot of trouble to acquire this vehicle and refused to be taken for a ride. He had already made a reasonable concession by only adding a moderate markup to his base cost, so he wasn’t in any rush to sell.
Suddenly, his phone rang. Mason stepped aside to answer it.
"Mr. Hughes, someone wants to buy the Ferrari LaFerrari in the showroom," his employee reported.
Mason immediately refused. "Not for sale. That car is reserved for the exhibition." But on second thought, he added, "Actually, sell it if they offer eighty-five million."
Offering Jason a price of sixty-five million was a special favor based on their relationship. He didn’t mind making a concession for an acquaintance as long as he didn’t lose money. But if a stranger wanted to buy it, they would naturally have to pay the original sticker price.
Back at the showroom, the saleswoman took a deep breath upon hearing the final price. After acknowledging Mr. Hughes’s instructions, she turned and walked over to where Rian Sinclair was sitting.
Rian hadn’t been waiting long before she heard footsteps approaching. She looked up at the woman. "Has your boss made up his mind? Is this car just for show, or is it for sale?"
The saleswoman took another deep breath, carefully composing her thoughts before speaking. "Miss, the car is for sale. However, Mr. Hughes went through a lot of trouble to import it. It has top-tier accessories, and all its functions have been rigorously tested by specialists. Furthermore—"
Rian politely cut her off. "I’m sorry to interrupt, but I’ll offer ninety million. Will your boss sell it?"
When Rian had first interrupted, the saleswoman felt a wave of disappointment, assuming the deal was about to fall through. She was utterly dumbfounded when Rian casually dropped a figure of ninety million.
Her prepared sales pitch had been designed to justify the car’s steep price tag by highlighting its premium features, making the final number easier to swallow. She never expected this young woman to voluntarily add five million to the asking price!
This client was practically throwing money around like a billionaire!
While sitting on the sofa earlier, Rian had been looking up the market value of LaFerraris. Generally, a fully-loaded model in a low-profile color would fetch upward of eighty-five million, so she already had a solid price range in mind.
To Rian, the saleswoman’s long-winded pitch was clearly building up to a price hike. Not wanting to waste any more time, Rian threw out a high number. But judging by the shocked expression on the saleswoman’s face, Rian couldn’t help but wonder.
"Did I bid too high?" she thought.
"Oh well," she concluded. "So what if I did? It’s only over by three or four million. I’m getting cashback on this purchase anyway, so the higher the price, the better."
The saleswoman replied with a trembling voice, "Please wait a moment, Miss. I will contact Mr. Hughes right away."
Rian nodded, and the saleswoman dialed her boss again. On the other end, Mason picked up and immediately asked, "Was she scared off by the price? Let me tell you—"
Before he could finish, his employee frantically cut him off. "No, Mr. Hughes! She offered ninety million! Ninety million!"
Mason was stunned. He hadn’t expected her to voluntarily add five million to the price. Was she some kind of wealth-distributing saint?
"Keep that customer there! Give me ten minutes, I’m coming over right now. Print out the contract first. I’m going to sign this deal with her in person!"
Hearing Mr. Hughes’s excited tone, the saleswoman hadn’t expected to cause such a stir. She froze for a second before hastily replying, "Yes, Mr. Hughes."
She never would have imagined Mr. Hughes would come down to sign the contract himself. She looked over at Rian, who remained perfectly calm, and realized this young woman’s background must be extraordinary.
Completely oblivious to the commotion, Rian was casually snacking on some pastries. Judging from the saleswoman’s reaction earlier, her offer was definitely higher than the boss’s asking price. Now that they were on the phone again, she wondered if they were plotting to squeeze even more money out of her.
When she saw the saleswoman walk over respectfully and refill her drink and snacks, Rian knew the car was basically hers.
"Esteemed customer, would it be convenient for you to wait ten minutes?" the saleswoman asked politely. "Mr. Hughes would like to come over in person."
Although puzzled, Rian nodded. She didn’t realize that simply buying a car would draw out the owner, but over on the other end, Mason had completely lost his cool.
After all, anyone who could casually drop ninety million on a car was bound to have formidable backing. Mason was determined to meet this woman himself.
Hanging up the phone, Mason grabbed his suit jacket from the sofa and prepared to leave. Jason, who had no idea what the phone call was about, watched him rush off and asked, "Mason, are you ready to sell it to me now?"
Mason rolled his eyes at him. "Why would I sell it to you? Someone else already bought it. And do you know for how much? Ninety million! So, Young Master Rivers, you’d better go look at some other cars. The other buyer was just too generous; I couldn’t resist!"
Jason was left completely dumbfounded. What? Ninety million? Was that the same ninety million he was thinking of? No way! He had to follow him and see who this was. If he could build a good relationship with them, maybe he could borrow the car for a spin later!
Seeing Mason stride out of the club, Jason hurriedly chased after him. "Mason, I’m coming with you! I want to see who is generous enough to drop that kind of cash on a car without blinking!"
Mason didn’t stop him. If he wanted to tag along, so be it. The two men hopped into a car and sped away from the club, heading straight for the showroom.
Back at the showroom, Rian didn’t have to wait long before someone rushed through the front entrance. The saleswoman hurried over to greet him. "Mr. Hughes."
"Where is the young lady buying the car?" Mason demanded, looking around.
The saleswoman pointed in Rian’s direction. Rian had already stood up upon hearing the woman address him.
Mason stared at the young girl in front of him. She was the one buying the car? Could she actually afford it? It wasn’t that Mason was being a snob; it was just that this girl looked incredibly young!
"Miss, are you the one purchasing the car?" he asked.
"Yes, I am. Just swipe the card," Rian replied.
With that, she pulled out her bank card. Under Mason’s skeptical gaze, she swiped the card on the card reader the saleswoman handed her. The transaction instantly showed as successful, and a receipt began to print.