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Chapter 14

Song JinXing wasn\'t very interested in luxury cars. The cars he had driven before were all arranged by Fu Ling\'an for purchase. Holding Zhong You in the showroom, he suddenly lowered his head and asked her, "Which one do you like?"

Zhong You, who had just been shouting that she had no money and they should leave quickly, looked at the sports car on the display platform in the middle of the showroom with shining eyes. "That one looks the best! I like that one!"

Of course it was the best looking one, and the most expensive one in the entire showroom.

She was young but had good taste.

The sales consultant didn\'t look down on them and still smiled and introduced, "The little sister has great taste. This sports car is the treasure of our store. It was imported from abroad last year and has been exhibited here for a year. There are only ten of these cars worldwide, and only three were introduced in China. The one in our store is currently the only one in China. If Ms. Zhong likes it, you can get on it and feel it."

The sales consultant\'s words were unified. Even if the customer couldn\'t afford it, she would still invite the other party to experience the car. But she was also clear that most customers would refuse.

So far, no more than five customers had experienced this sports car, all were second generation youths with reputation in Beijing. Unexpectedly, the gorgeous woman in front of her did not refuse, but continued to ask the child in her arms, "Do you want to try it?"

The little girl certainly wanted to and excitedly yelled, "Yes!"

The sales consultant was stunned for a moment, then quickly walked over and opened the car door, "Ms. Zhong, please, little sister be careful when getting in the car."

Song JinXing sat in the driver\'s seat. The chassis of the sports car was very low and he was not really used to it. If he had gotten in himself, he would definitely feel cramped and confined. Fortunately, having changed bodies, Zhong Rongxing\'s petite figure was just right.

Zhong You sat in the passenger seat, curiously and excitedly touching here and there, then turned her head and asked Song JinXing, "Sister, can it run faster than an airplane? Liu Mengxuan\'s dad is a pilot. She said her dad is the fastest. If we buy this car, won\'t we be faster than her dad?"

What a strange comparative mentality kids have.

Song JinXing asked, "How many little red flowers do you have?"

Zhong You immediately bragged, "I have the most little red flowers in the second grade!"

Song JinXing said, "Then how do you compare with the kids in the higher grades, who has more little red flowers?"

Zhong You was a little unhappy then, "The kids in the higher grades are older than me and have been in school longer, of course I can\'t compare with them."

Song JinXing used a metaphor she could understand to answer her previous question, "You don\'t compare with the kids in higher grades. The car can\'t be compared to an airplane either. You are the best in the second grade, and this is the best car among cars."

Zhong You understood and loudly announced, "Then I want this car! The best kid should ride the best car!"

Song JinXing laughed at her words.

He took out his card and handed it to the sales consultant who was standing nervously outside the car door, afraid the little girl would kick or press something and damage the treasure of the store. "We\'ll take this one."

The sales consultant was stunned for a moment, clearly not reacting yet. "Ms. Zhong, did I forget to tell you the price of this car? As one of only three limited edition sports cars in China, the sale price is 34 million RMB..."

Song JinXing tilted his head slightly, and through the hair covering her face, one could see the cold and glamorous eyes. "Can I drive it away today after paying?"

The sales consultant finally reacted, excitedly flushing red. "Of course Ms. Zhong! I\'ll handle the purchase paperwork for you right away!"

While waiting, someone brought over desserts and drinks again. Zhong You tasted a little as before. As a child, she couldn\'t sit still and ran all over the showroom. When she saw a beautiful car, she wanted to try getting on it. The store manager had called over a sales consultant specifically to accompany children. She enthusiastically invited the little girl to experience the cars with no objection.

It would be best if she liked another one and had her sister buy it too!

But luckily Zhong You was very frugal. After Song JinXing finished signing the contract, she tiptoed to whisper in his ear, "Sister, after buying this car do we have money left?"

Her tone was full of worry.

Song JinXing raised his eyebrows. "Not much, not enough for you to eat ice cream."

Zhong You was very distressed. "Then I don\'t want it, sister. I don\'t want the best car anymore. I want ice cream."

"Ice cream?" The sharp-eared sales consultant was extremely enthusiastic. "Little girl, we also have ice cream here. Let me take you to get some."

Zhong You reluctantly got off Song JinXing\'s lap, looked at the sales consultant twice, twisted her little hands, hesitatingly asked, "Can I keep coming here to eat ice cream in the future?"

Too cute! The sales consultant was overwhelmed by her cuteness. "Of course you can!"

Zhong You was happy again. She ran to Song JinXing and whispered excitedly, "Sister, you don\'t need to buy it for me. I\'ll come here to eat theirs from now on!"

Her expression had a hint of smugness at gaining a small advantage.

Song JinXing suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu. At certain moments, the smugness of the two sisters was very similar. Zhong Rongxing must have been like this as a child too.

After completing the purchase paperwork and getting the temporary license plate, the car could be driven away. Song JinXing left the Zhong family address for the 4S store to have them drive the baby bus back. Then he drove away in the sports car with Zhong You, heading to another place in Beijing.

The roaring sports car attracted onlookers as soon as it hit the road. At a red light, a luxury SUV pulled up next to it and the window rolled down. A handsome young man stared hotly at the beauty in the driver\'s seat, "Miss, your car is awesome! Wanna be friends?"

Zhong You leaned out the window and loudly rejected, "We don\'t want to be friends with you!"

After saying that, she angrily rolled up the window.

She turned and said seriously, "Sister, ignore him! He drives the same car as Haoran\'s dad, he must be no good too!"

Song JinXing didn\'t know how many times she had made him laugh today. He rarely interacted with children before, and this was the first time he felt that kids were so interesting.

"Haoran\'s dad?"

Zhong You was indignant, "Sister, don\'t you remember? It was when you picked me up from school last time, the one who blocked you and wouldn\'t let you leave! Haoran\'s dad already has a wife, but still asked you for your phone number. You said he was no good! I haven\'t played with Haoran since then! Don\'t think I don\'t know his dad invited me to their house just so his dad could see you!"

Haoran\'s dad, surname Wen.

Song JinXing made a note of this name.

The sports car attracted onlookers all along the road as Song JinXing drove towards the commercial center of Beijing. Soon the group chat of Beijing\'s second generation youths became abuzz:

- [Picture] Damn, the sports car at Old Bao\'s store was sold?

- Damn, which young master made the purchase? Lend it to your brother to experience it!

- [Picture] The driver looks like a woman, which rich miss is it? Is she in our group?

- Awesome, I\'ve been begging my old man for this car for a year and didn\'t get it. Damn it, why are there so many rich people but not one more for me!

- Don\'t be humble, brother. Your family\'s coal mine is worth more than however many of these cars. But I\'m very curious which miss has such a big hand, the Bai family?

- @Bai YinYue, sister sister sister sister, let your little brother drive your car please. I\'m begging you on my knees.

The group kept @\'ing Bai family\'s miss Bai YinYue.

After half a day Bai YinYue finally responded:

- What the hell, it wasn\'t me. Go beg someone else.