Therefore, it was precisely because of this idea that Wang Zhitao could only silently endure the torment.
At noon, the nanny came back and cooked some food. After Zhou Jiajia and Wang Zhitao ate something together, Zhou Jiajia got up and left. She was going to come back tomorrow.
Since Zhou Jiajia had something to do, Wang Zhitao did not ask her to stay. Now his relationship with Zhou Jiajia was also the kind that seemed good, but they were very far apart.
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Yang Ming and Chen Mengyan came to the end of the subway station, Dongfang Car City, which was the largest car sales market in Song Jiang City. However, it should not be said that it was Song Jiang City, because it was actually invested and built by an entrepreneur in Donghai City.
It was just because there was no large-scale land in the urban area of Donghai to build a car city. Even if there was, the price was not cost-effective, so it was better to build the car city on the edge of Song Jiang City, which bordered Donghai. In this way, the car city was like between Donghai and Song Jiang. It was very convenient for people to go to and from the two cities.
This was also the practice of many cities to build the car city in the suburbs.
Yang Ming and Chen Mengyan came to the car city and strolled around casually. It was an exhibition hall. Every brand had its own exhibition hall, but the variety of cars was complete. Almost all the brands sold in China were here. Of course, there were still people who liked to go to the 4S sales stores of various brands to buy cars. This was a matter of personal habits.
"Wow, this car is good. It's very suitable for girls to drive." Chen Mengyan pointed to a small SUV and said.
Yang Ming and Chen Mengyan stopped, and a sales lady immediately greeted them. "Do you want to look at a car?"
Now, the price of most domestic car brands had dropped to a very low level. Most cars were in the tens of thousands of yuan. In other words, cars were no longer something that those big bosses could afford. It had entered the working class.
So unlike some sales ladies of luxury cars, who still wore biased glasses for customers, domestic car salesmen did not pay much attention to the dressing and age of the people who came to look at the car because anyone could become their potential customer.
"En, just looking around." Yang Ming nodded. "What car is this?"
"This is the Zhongtai 5008. It's a small mini off-road vehicle. It's very suitable for families and young couples. The car is small, but its appearance and functions are not bad. There's a luggage rack on it. It's suitable for picnics and long-distance trips." The sales lady introduced, "Over there is the previous model of this car. Zhongtai 2008,5008 is an improvement on his foundation."
"How much?" Yang Ming asked.
"The deluxe version is fifty-nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety-nine. It comes with a full-body film, luggage rack, and small decorations," the sales lady said.
Only sixty thousand? Yang Ming nodded to himself. This car was not bad. It was cheap and practical, and it was not flashy. Most importantly, it looked good. Chen Mengyan could also drive it.
"Okay, let's take a look," Yang Ming said to the sales lady.
"Okay, here are our promotional materials. You can take a look." The sales lady handed a promotional advertisement to Yang Ming.
Yang Ming took it in his hand and walked to another booth with Chen Mengyan.
"What do you think?" Yang Ming asked Chen Mengyan.
"I think it's good. I can drive it too." It could be seen that Chen Mengyan preferred the car just now.
"But, it's a manual transmission." In Yang Ming's opinion, girls should like to drive with automatic transmission.
"It's okay. When my dad taught me to drive, he used the old-fashioned 213 Jeep that their unit had eliminated. It was also a manual transmission." Chen Mengyan said, "I'm used to it."
"That's fine. Let's take a look. If it doesn't work, we will buy that one." Yang Ming didn't care as long as it could drive. The key was that Chen Mengyan liked it.
Originally, Yang Ming planned to buy a car that cost a few hundred thousand yuan, but now that Chen Mengyan liked this domestic car that cost sixty thousand yuan, he didn't have to hesitate anymore. It was fine to buy it now. After all, the price was cheap. Even if his mother knew, she wouldn't say anything.
He would buy it and drive it first. He could change it later. This car could also be passed to Chen Mengyan to drive first.
"Okay." Chen Mengyan also thought that the car was good. When she saw that Yang Ming was going to buy it, she was a little happy.
The two people came to the Mercedes-Benz exhibition hall unknowingly. At present, Yang Ming was not very interested in this kind of decent car that consumed a lot of fuel.
However, Yang Ming saw an acquaintance here. It was Sun San, the butler of Sun Jie's family. At this moment, Sun San was reprimanding a bald head. Yang Ming looked at the two of them and roughly knew the content of the conversation.
It turned out that the bald head was the manager of this Mercedes-Benz sales store. It seemed that he had provoked a customer because of something. This Car City was the property of the Sun Family, so Sun San was responsible for mediating.
Sun San also saw Yang Ming. He nodded to Yang Ming. He looked at Chen Mengyan next to Yang Ming with a deep meaning, then he turned his head and continued to reprimand the bald head manager.
Yang Ming also smiled at him, but he didn't come forward to say hello. Perhaps Sun San didn't want to make himself feel awkward because Chen Mengyan was by his side.
Yang Ming was about to turn around and leave with Chen Mengyan when he suddenly heard a strange voice.
"Ya, isn't this Chen Mengyan?"
Chen Mengyan and Yang Ming turned their heads at the same time and saw a fashionably dressed girl holding a little fatty standing not far from them. The one who spoke was the fashionable girl.
Chen Mengyan frowned and looked at the fashionable girl for a long time. She hesitated and said, "Are you Lin Xiang?"
"Why, Chen Mengyan, have you learned to hook up with rich guys?" Lin Xiang glanced at Yang Ming next to Chen Mengyan and said sarcastically, "Oh, I forgot. You should be in college now, right? But you are only a freshman, tsk tsk … "
Chen Mengyan nodded and didn't want to talk to her, so she said to Yang Ming, "Let's go. He is my junior high school classmate."
"Ha, don't go. Are you here to buy a car? Or are you just here to have a look? " Lin Xiang saw Yang Ming and Chen Mengyan's dressing. At first glance, she didn't look like rich people, so she spoke sarcastically.
"We are here to buy a car, but my girlfriend doesn't seem to like you very much. You'd better leave." Yang Ming glanced at Lin Xiang and then warned.
"Ha, country bumpkin, you are here to buy a car?" Lin Xiang snorted and said, "Have you heard of a joke? A country bumpkin came to a car dealership and took out two thousand yuan, saying that he wanted to buy a Santana. The salesperson wondered, What did you say? The country bumpkin said that it was a Santana 2000 at the door! The salesperson was dumbfounded. Go to the Mercedes-Benz 600 across the street! I think you are the country bumpkin. Do you think that everyone can afford this car? "
"Are you done? Your joke isn't funny at all. " Yang Ming suddenly reached out and slapped the face of the little fatty next to Lin Xiang. "Isn't that right, Pickle Jar?"
The little fatty suddenly heard someone call his nickname in junior high school, and he was stunned. He was used to being pretentious with Lin Xiang in the past few years. When he was slapped by Yang Ming, he was a little overwhelmed. Just as he was about to attack, he looked carefully at the person in front of him. He was shocked. "You … you are Yang Ming?"
"Pickle Jar, your memory isn't very good. It took you so long to recognize me. It seems that your impression of me isn't very deep!" Yang Ming smiled.
"No … no, Brother Yang … don't beat me …" The little fatty was shocked and said quickly.
The little fatty and Yang Ming both graduated from Red Flag Junior High School. At that time, the little fatty relied on his family's wealth and was a tyrant in school. However, he accidentally offended Yang Ming. Yang Ming didn't care who he was and directly beat him up.
Later, the little fatty was dissatisfied. He found a few people to trouble Yang Ming. As a result, he was taught a lesson by Yang Ming. From then on, Yang Ming would teach him a few lessons every time they met. The little fatty had a psychological shadow. When he saw Yang Ming, he said instinctively, "Brother Yang … don't beat me …"
That careless sentence just now suddenly jumped out from the depths of his memory.
"Husband, who is this person?" Lin Xiang didn't understand the situation in front of her.
"You shut up!" The little fatty roared fiercely, "Quickly call me Brother Yang!"
Yang Ming shook his head and said faintly, "No need. Pickle Jar, is this your wife?"
"Yes … yes … Brother Yang, what's the matter?" The little fatty didn't know what Yang Ming wanted to do, so he had to answer.
"Oh, nothing. We are old bumpkins. We are going to spend six hundred yuan to buy a Mercedes-Benz." Yang Ming saw that this chick was hostile to Chen Mengyan, so he wanted to take the opportunity to mess with him.
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