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After resolving the trivial matters, Zheng Yifan took a couple of laps around the Apocalyptic World. Everything was on track, just waiting for half a month to pass until the Clean Room in Paris, France was completely cleared out. Once the Supercomputer was installed, he could start recruiting staff and officially begin operations.
For now, the general manager of the company would be a professional manager from the team, but the operation of the Supercomputer was separate from the company. That area was strictly off-limits. In the future, it would be guarded by employees from a Security Company; not even in case of fire would anyone be allowed to enter.
Even the company's employees would never know that the main operator behind everything would actually be a Computer.
Leaving his home, his target for today was set: a car dealership. He intended to buy himself a car in the country. In this society, a car represented one's face; owning a good vehicle could significantly increase one's chances of impressing others.
He casually threw on a set of casual clothes, tidied himself up, and hurried downstairs. While others had experienced ten years of change, he had only been gone for a few months. Now, looking at the familiar road outside his door, he felt as if he were returning to a world he once knew.
However, some habits were hard to change. The caution instilled in him by the apocalypse kept his nerves taut and unable to relax. He instinctively gauged whether those around him harbored any hostility. What troubled him most was the air in this world; after a year of purification in the Apocalyptic World, it had become quite clean. Now, without the nourishment of Vital Energy nearby, he could feel his body no longer absorbing energy to strengthen itself but lying dormant instead, waiting for an abundance of Vital Energy before it could absorb again.
Life in Metropolis was gradually becoming uncomfortable for him, like being trapped in a swamp with an oppressive feeling that was hard to release.
He hailed a cab to the Land Rover and Jaguar dealership and was fortunate not to encounter any unscrupulous drivers. The driver even engaged Zheng Yifan in an enthusiastic discussion about various Land Rover models—more diligent than any salesperson.
As he approached the dealership, the driver continued to enthusiastically introduce his favorite models.
Zheng Yifan couldn't help but smile wryly. This driver was quite talkative; Zheng Yifan felt slightly dizzy from all the information. If this talent were directed toward sales instead of driving a taxi, he would likely earn many times more.
Before him stood an extravagant storefront with stylish decor; behind an entire wall of glass were eye-catching cars.
This dealership primarily sold Jaguar and Land Rover vehicles. Upon entering through the front door, one could immediately see a spacious lobby filled with luxury cars. Even after the long holiday, there were still plenty of buyers; seven or eight customers were attentively listening to client managers' introductions in the lobby.
After just a few steps inside, Zheng Yifan's eyes were already immersed in a sea of automobiles.
In the post-apocalyptic world, he had countless cars in his garage, but none could be driven out. Forget about taking a joyride; with so many options available now, it was quite a pleasant mood.
"Hello, sir. Are you looking to buy a car?" It wasn't a beautiful saleswoman who approached him, but rather a male sales manager.
Of course. In this day and age, just because someone wore a sales manager's name tag didn't mean they were actually a manager; they were often just regular salespeople. Following his introduction, Zheng Yifan looked at several models of cars.
The sales manager was clearly new to the job, but he had memorized the performance and specifications of the cars well and added some personal insights while presenting them.
This allowed Zheng Yifan to gradually learn more about automobiles.
In the past, he hadn't paid attention due to financial constraints. They wouldn't even consider buying cars that cost tens or hundreds of thousands; now that he had money, it was only natural to understand a bit more.
In the new era for men, the three essentials were money, housing, and cars. He already had money; now he just needed a house and a car.
"This is the Vanguard, one of Land Rover's best-selling models. It's more than sufficient for city use. For an ordinary family, this car offers great value for money," the sales manager was introducing a relatively affordable vehicle.
"Who still buys outdated stuff these days?" Suddenly, a voice drifted over. It belonged to another sales manager who was walking over—a woman with cherry lips and an oval face, though her phoenix eyes were somewhat unsettling.
Next to her stood an extravagantly dressed woman holding an LV handbag, carefully inspecting a mid-range car priced around six hundred thousand. The sales manager muttered something under her breath before continuing to explain the vehicle's features to the ostentatious—or perhaps one could say "rich tycoon"—woman.
The woman looked down her nose at Zheng Yifan and then turned away dismissively. The female sales manager also cast a disdainful glance at this fellow intern but felt quite indignant inside.
She had only sold two cars this month while that man had already sold seven, most of which were luxury vehicles costing over a million. Now she saw him leading someone with an unmistakably "Chad" vibe around to look at cars, which felt like witnessing a farmer finally singing after gaining wealth.
"That's my colleague. Don't mind him; young people can be clueless. If you're not satisfied, feel free to look at other options," the sales manager explained to the woman beside him.
"What young person doesn't understand? I think this girl is absolutely right. Since she's buying such a good car, she should naturally choose a decent model. Who would just go for the cheapest option?" The woman shot a fierce glance at Zheng Yifan and casually patted Aurora beside her. "Miss, this one will do. Do you have it in stock? I want the Dynamic Edition you recommended."
Her imposing demeanor radiated the air of a nouveau riche, leaving Zheng Yifan both amused and exasperated. He considered himself the biggest nouveau riche around; in just a few months, he had amassed wealth that he could hardly keep track of. The jewelry he acquired was countless, and he had begun to slowly absorb high-end pieces in Han Sui City Gathering Place, most of which were pure profit with little initial investment.
Encountering such a nouveau riche was truly frustrating. He shook his head with a wry smile and continued toward the next car.
He didn't want to engage with that woman, whose outfit was completely mismatched, wearing clothes worth several thousand that somehow looked like they came from a street vendor.
Of course, Zheng Yifan was hardly in a position to judge; his attire was even worse. He wore two-year-old travel shoes paired with thin sports pants and casually threw on a sports jacket. He looked as lazy as could be, with dark red stains on his sleeves and pants. Fortunately, there were no instruments to detect what those stains were; otherwise, it would have been revealed that they were human blood, as those pants were worn during battles at Hope Mall.
The specks of blood could belong to anyone's brain matter or bone marrow. But none of that mattered; the smell of blood had nearly dissipated, and he wouldn't keep those pants for long—likely tossing them into the trash by tomorrow.
Gradually, Zheng Yifan crossed into the main area and entered the Jaguar showroom. Looking at the flashy sports cars filled him with delight as his right hand lightly traced the elegant lines of one particular model.
It was an imported Jaguar KR—grand in design and luxurious in interior; it was truly a man's favorite. For a moment, Zheng Yifan found it hard to look away. Sports cars appealed not only to men but also to women; two women nearby were also admiring the luxury vehicle. However, they clearly lacked Zheng Yifan's boldness; this car had an after-tax price of nearly three million, which wasn't something everyone could afford.
Clearly, they weren't quite qualified for it yet.
"If only some handsome guy drove this car to pick me up, I would definitely hop in without hesitation," said a tall girl beside the sports car, her eyes sparkling with admiration for the vehicle. With her model-like figure and beautiful face next to the car, she appeared exceptionally elegant—good cars complemented beautiful women; it wasn't that beautiful women adorned the car but rather that good cars accentuated their beauty.
Next to her stood a Doll-Faced Girl whose looks were slightly less striking; she seemed utterly captivated by the luxury car's allure—its charm rivaled that of any handbag.
Just as Zheng Yifan reached for the door handle to take a look at the interior, an ear-piercing voice suddenly rang out behind him.
"Hey! Poor guy, don’t touch anything! The interior has real leather seats; can you afford to pay if you scratch or damage them? This car costs almost three million; selling you wouldn’t even cover two wheels!"
Turning her head, she saw that it was the flamboyantly dressed Wealthy Woman from earlier, exuding an air of nouveau riche. The LV Bag in her hand swung back and forth, as if she wanted everyone to know just how wealthy she was. As she walked over, she made a point to twirl in front of the two envious girls before heading toward Zheng Yifan.
The disdain in her gaze was evident to anyone.
The expressions of the two girls immediately soured. The more materialistic girl shot a fierce glare at the woman, then sashayed over to Zheng Yifan, linking her arm through his.
"Old woman, did you reserve this car?" Without waiting for a response, the girl ran her hand over the vehicle, laughing as she opened the door and sat inside right in front of the Wealthy Woman, then opened another door for Zheng Yifan.
She lightly patted the steering wheel and smiled, "Even if you did reserve it, it hasn't left yet, has it? Old Lady! You really do meddle in other people's business. If this car is yours, you can talk to the sales manager about it. As for whether I can afford it or if I can pay for any scratches, that's none of your concern. Does it have anything to do with you?"
Zheng Yifan climbed into the car, covering his head as he couldn't help but laugh. His stomach was cramping from laughter; this girl clearly wasn't someone to mess with—her tomboyish personality could easily match that of two and a half men.
Her delicate brows arched slightly like distant mountains, fixated on the Wealthy Woman across from her, whose anger was barely contained and seemed ready to explode.
In the next moment, it looked like she might leap up and attack the girl across from her. (To be continued)
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