He was thinking about buying a small car. Ever since he had gotten his driving license, he had never touched a car. As his workload increased, Sister Xue could no longer be his chauffeur all the time.
His career as an accountant had been postponed until after graduation. He had to find a part-time job in his spare time, so he needed to buy a small car.
In 2000, the Asian Games Village Car Market was the city with the most cars and the most agencies. The traffic there was convenient, so it was the first choice for the citizens of the capital.
Taking advantage of the free time between classes, Qin Guan took a stroll in the car market.
Sister Xue had introduced him to a car show owner, who had planned to sell him a family car. However, Qin Guan didn't think it was his favorite car.
For an individual who really bought a car, a car was definitely a luxury for an ordinary family in the year 2000. 100,000 yuan was basically half of their savings.
Qin Guan was too young, so few salesmen came to greet him even though he had visited most of the market.
Did they think he was a handsome insurance salesman? A car model salesman? Interior decorations?
No one would have thought that he would buy a car with a huge sum of money at such a young age.
Based on his memory, Qin Guan found his target among the many shops.
More than 10 years ago, China's car market had been a planned economy, but it had also been like the calm before the storm.
There were only a few car models available to ordinary people, and the price of cars was double that of 10 years later. Among them, the Jeep Cherokee was Qin Guan's favorite.
Seeing the real car, Qin Guan was even more certain about his choice. Among the flat-headed family cars, the 2.5-liter, five-speed manual Cherokee was the best.
The car had a square nose and a long wheelbase. Qin Guan was very satisfied with the design. Of course, there was also an acceptable price: 109,000 yuan.
Looking at the crazy prices of the automatic version and the imported Cherokee, Qin Guan didn't think the manual version was bad.
He put down his backpack and sat down on the sofa in the Cherokee 4S store with his legs crossed. A salesman came up to him with his signature smile.
Motherf * cker, don't think that I don't know that you bunch of lazy bones just want to slack off, that's why you sent a newbie like me out.
Why didn't you give me a chance to receive those fat bosses when they came yesterday? The child in front of him looked like he was bored and came to watch the show.
The little brat had probably never seen such a mighty jeep before. Any random price would probably scare it away. The salesman could imagine Qin Guan's face turning green when he heard the price. He would leave dejectedly.
Thinking of this, he calmed down and asked politely, "Is there anything I can help you with? Are you here to buy a car? "
In fact, he was just asking casually. He didn't expect the handsome kid to admit it. "Yes, I'm buying a car."
What? Am I hearing things? Why was it different from what he had expected? However, the young salesman's strong reflexes only made him tilt his face for a moment before he controlled himself. "What? What car? "His voice betrayed him. Look! It's an octave higher.
The other salesmen, who had been chatting behind the stage, stood up from their chairs. Did I just miss out on 100 million yuan?
Under the young salesman's incredulous gaze, Qin Guan walked up to the white Jeep Cherokee on the stand. He patted the hood of the car and said, "I want it today."
The salesman grinned from ear to ear. He rushed to the front desk and asked the clerk for a sales contract. He handed it to Qin Guan.
Looking at the standard contract, Qin Guan asked, "Is there a gift?"
The salesman was stunned for a moment. "What kind of gift?"
"A gas card, a voucher, a guard, a mat, a mop and so on."
The young salesman was speechless. Why didn't you give me a car for free? How dare you ask for it?
Suddenly, Qin Guan remembered that in that era, accessories had to be bought with money.
Qin Guan was about to say something else when he almost choked on his words. "I don't give car models!"
Alright, there's nothing to talk about. Let's sign the contract. As the most popular models in 2000, the 4S store always had them in stock, as long as they were not in special colors.
Qin Guan opened his backpack and placed bundles of cash in front of the salesman. The young salesman's eyes widened. Feeling a little nervous, he asked, "Why don't you choose the Jeep Cherokee? It has better performance."
Looking at the 4.0L four-speed automatic transmission, Qin Guan said enviously, "I don't have money."
Liar! I won't believe a word you say. The young salesman counted the money with tears in his eyes and went through the formalities. The new Jeep Cherokee belonged to Qin Guan.
Qin Guan threw his backpack into the back seat, turned the key and drove out of the Motor City.
The young salesman handed the contract to the manager under the envious gazes of the other salesmen. I'll get a bonus this month.
When Qin Guan parked his new car in front of his dormitory, the onlookers were so envious that their eyes turned red. Even Liu Xiaoyang, who was the richest among them, had not received such treatment.
The problem was that Qin Guan hadn't spent a penny on the car. He had earned it himself. However, when he thought about his savings, he felt his heart ache when he realized that everything had gone back to normal.
While he was enjoying the envy of his roommates, the real estate agent called. The house Qin Guan had bought in 1998 would be ready for use that day.
Qin Guan hung up the phone and said in a deep voice, "Hey, guys, are you okay? If not, come with me to get the key. "
"Qin Guan! You even went to buy a house! Is it really that profitable to be a model? "Liu looked at his short legs in despair.
Qin Guan smiled awkwardly. "My family bought it for me. It's not far from here. Seriously, are you going or not?"
"Yes! Of course we are! Let's go! "
"Let's take it as a test drive!" They all walked to the driver's seat.
"You go. I'll drive."
"First come, first served! I'm the boss!"
"There is no father and son on the battlefield. Whoever gets it first gets it."
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