Chapter 1111
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Amelia cherished her own life very much.
She hadn't enjoyed her life enough yet. Was she going to risk her life with Chen Zhao?
Chen Zhao was earning money from risking his life. Of course, the fees were high.
However, it wasn't easy to find a big client like Amira. Chen Zhao couldn't meet one every day.
Chen Zhao hoped that these rich people would run into big trouble every day.
Only then would he be able to use his skills.
Li Qiong had been observing Chen Zhao and Amira.
Although he didn't know the specific content of their conversation, he could tell that the outcome of their conversation should be satisfactory to both sides.
"Mr. Chen, are you staying for dinner? I have a show here tonight. "
Chen Zhao rolled his eyes. "I can't watch shows. I'll be happier if you arrange a striptease show for me."
Amira was helpless. She'd rather help Chen Zhao buy a striptease bar than have a striptease show in her own manor.
In the evening, Eveleigh left with Chen Zhao.
"Eveleigh, I have something on the day after tomorrow. I'll have to stop training for two days."
"Okay, as long as you make up for the time."
After sending Eveleigh to her house, Chen Zhao went to a car shop.
Car shops in America usually had a larger space.
There were more than a hundred cars in the parking lot.
These cars were all very cheap. Some could be bought for two or three thousand dollars.
The frequency of Americans changing cars was relatively high. Some people would sell a car to a car shop after driving it for a period of time and then get a new car.
Of course, new cars were also sold here.
But relatively speaking, it was more worthwhile to buy a used car than a new one.
Car shops like this usually had a track where customers could test their cars.
Chen Zhao entered the car shop.
The showroom was filled with new cars.
Only new cars would be displayed here.
An old man walked over slowly. "Hi, how can I help you?"
"Are the cars here the ones in your shop?"
"What model and brand do you want?" the old man asked.
"Porsche 911."
Because the Porsche 911 was a classic model, many car shops had it.
"There's a used car outside. Do you want it? It's only fifty thousand dollars. "
Chen Zhao shook his head. After all, it was for Fali. He still wanted to buy a new car.
Moreover, Chen Zhao wanted to buy a top-end Porsche 911 that cost fifty thousand dollars. It was either an old model or had a range of more than one hundred thousand kilometers.
"If you want a new car, you can pay a deposit first, and I can order it for you."
Chen Zhao refused. It was troublesome to order cars from American car shops.
Some shops would even cheat Chinese people by delaying the purchase of a car for a few months. Some even bought an old, refurbished car.
Chen Zhao didn't want to be a fool, so he rejected the old man and left.
Chen Zhao used the navigation to search for a Porsche store.
Compared to the previous car dealership, this Porsche store was much more professional.
However, this was to be expected. After all, the customer base was different.
The salesperson was a very beautiful woman. She reminded Chen Zhao of Paris.
"Sir, how can I help you?"
"Do you have a Porsche 911?"
The latest model? "Chen Zhao asked.
"Of course, this way please." The saleswoman led him through the showroom for a while and stopped before a dark blue metallic sports car.
When Chen Zhao saw the car, he immediately remembered it. It was the same color.
The deep yet elegant color and the gentle lines of the car were very much in line with Chen Zhao's ideal car model.
"Is it convertible or hardtop?" Chen Zhao asked.
"Convertible." The beautiful saleswoman began to talk about the car's performance and various hardware components in an endless stream.
Chen Zhao kept nodding. After all, he'd been driving for a year. He could basically understand the gist of it.
The saleswoman emphasized the differences between the car and the old model.
Of course, it wasn't just the functions. The price was also different.
As the saleswoman introduced the car, she studied Chen Zhao's expression.
"What's the top-end price?" Chen Zhao asked.
"About eight hundred and fifty thousand dollars. You have to choose the specific interior."
"If I want you to send it to my home, will you help me?"
"Sir, do you want us to send it to China?"
"No, my home is in Los Angeles," Chen Zhao said. "But this car is for my girlfriend," Chen Zhao said. "I hope you can wrap it in a huge gift box and send it to my house. I hope my girlfriend can open it herself."
The saleswoman stared at Chen Zhao with stars in her eyes.
Chen Zhao turned his head and looked at the metallic gray car beside him. "What model is this?"
"This is a Porsche 918. The lowest price is $1.53 million and the top-end is $1.75 million …"
"Do you have this car in any other color?"
"Silver gray, deep red, sapphire blue, metallic blue …" The saleswoman listed more than ten colors in a row.
This car was almost twice as expensive as the previous Porsche 911.
However, it was rare for Chen Zhao to like a car. "I want this car too."
"Huh? Then what about the Porsche 911? "
"I want it too," Chen Zhao said. "But I want the black one."
"We don't have it in our store, but we can get it from other stores."
"Okay. Send two cars to this address tomorrow at noon."
"No problem, Sir." Joy was written all over the saleswoman's face. Selling two cars at once was equivalent to half a year of her income.
"Sir, how do you want to pay?"
"Card, cash," Chen Zhao said.
"Do you have a bank in mind?"
"I don't need a loan. Full payment."
The beautiful salesperson almost choked on her breath.
Two million dollars and he paid in full?
Where did this rich guy come from?
When Chen Zhao came out, there was a phone number in his pocket.
The saleswoman stood at the door and waved her hand vigorously.
"My Prince Charming, you must remember to call me."
When Chen Zhao's car disappeared from her sight, the saleswoman gritted her teeth and muttered to herself, "I wonder which b * tch beat me to it."
When Chen Zhao returned home, it was already past seven at night.
"Fali, you haven't eaten yet?"
"Waiting for you," Fali said.
"You have a baby in your stomach. Don't starve yourself."
"I'm not hungry."
Chen Zhao had the underlings prepare dinner. At the same time, he said to Fali, "Fali, do you want to go to Abilene the day after tomorrow?"
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