Two and a half hours later, the two exited the Haicheng highway toll station.
Su Yang turned to Lu Yun and asked, "By the way, your car budget is around 150,000 yuan, right?"
Lu Yun nodded. "Mhm."
"And you're not considering an electric car?"
Lu Yun thought for a moment. "Not for now, no."
"Alright, 150,000 yuan, gasoline car. Let me think... What cars would suit a woman like you?" Su Yang said, pondering seriously.
He adjusted the navigation to Haicheng's largest auto trade city and drove there.
"We'll check them out in person. Off the top of my head, the Honda Civic and the Mazda 3 Axela seem like good fits for you."
Lu Yun pulled out her phone and looked them up. "These two do look pretty nice."
Su Yang chuckled. "Yeah, though they're a bit small—both compact sedans. The Civic has quicker acceleration, while the Axela is more fun to drive, but the rear seats are a bit cramped."
"We can test-drive them at the dealership."
Lu Yun smiled and nodded. With Su Yang guiding her, she didn’t have to worry about a thing.
Half an hour later, the Maybach pulled into Haicheng Tianhui Auto Trade City.
This was Haicheng’s largest auto market, where most car brands were concentrated.
Whether on weekends or weekdays, the place was always packed with shoppers.
Su Yang parked the car in front of the Honda dealership, and the two stepped out.
A saleswoman standing at the entrance immediately brightened and hurried toward them.
"Are you two here to look at cars?"
Su Yang was taken aback. Damn, she approached us the second we got out? Are salespeople these days really that eager?
But when he noticed her eyes lingering on the Maybach, he realized it wasn’t enthusiasm—she saw a walking ATM.
Su Yang smiled wryly. "Yeah, we’re checking out your cars."
"Are you buying for yourself, sir?"
"Not me. I’m just here to accompany her."
"Oh, got it. Please, come right in."
They followed the saleswoman into the Honda showroom.
Su Yang got straight to the point. "Show us the new Civic."
"Of course! The Civic would be a perfect fit for this young lady. The latest model has a stylish, eye-catching design, sleek body lines, and excellent craftsmanship..."
The saleswoman launched into her rehearsed pitch.
The two followed her to a white Civic displayed on the right side of the showroom.
Su Yang turned to Lu Yun with a grin. "What do you think of the real thing?"
Lu Yun nodded excitedly. "It looks pretty good!"
This was her first time buying a car, after all. Even though it wasn’t a luxury vehicle, it was still a brand-new experience for her.
Most people feel this way when buying their first car—some even lose sleep the night before out of sheer anticipation.
The saleswoman walked to the driver’s side and opened the door.
"May I ask your name, miss?"
"Lu Yun."
"What a lovely name! Miss Lu, why don’t you hop in and get a feel for it?"
"Sure!"
Lu Yun smiled and climbed into the car.
The saleswoman slid into the passenger seat and began her nonstop spiel.
Su Yang stood by quietly, waiting.
As he looked at the car, memories of his past surfaced. Back then, he couldn’t even dream of owning a luxury car worth millions—just a modest 100,000-yuan car would’ve felt like the pinnacle of success.
But now? A car in that price range seemed utterly ordinary to him.
It’s funny how reaching a certain level in life makes past desires feel trivial. Eh, it’s nothing special after all.
Most people are like this—never truly satisfied.
When you earn 3,000 yuan a month, you crave 5,000. Once you hit 5,000, you want 8,000 or 10,000.
And when your monthly income reaches tens of thousands, you still hunger for more. People say they’ll quit after making 30 million, but once they do, 99% of them keep chasing more.
Su Yang was no exception. The system had recently gifted him nearly two small goals (hundreds of millions), and while he was content, he still wanted more.
Not because he aspired to be China’s or the world’s richest man—he simply had a fascination with money.
The more he had, the safer he felt. Titles and fame meant nothing to him.
His only goal was to enjoy life.
Becoming a public figure would only bring restrictions. If he wanted to live freely, he’d have to hold back.
Better to stay low-key—do as he pleased, live his life, answer to no one. That was the dream.
......
Su Yang walked over to the lounge area and sat down to wait.
Lu Yun spent some time in the back seat with the saleswoman before finally joining him.
"So, what do you think?"
Lu Yun grinned cutely. "I like it, but I’d like to compare it with other models before deciding."
"Fair enough. Let’s check out the neighboring dealerships."
The saleswoman approached, and Lu Yun said apologetically, "I’d like to look at other cars first, just to compare."
"Of course, of course! It’s always good to shop around. You’re welcome back anytime. If you end up choosing our car, I’ll make sure you get the best deal possible."
Lu Yun smiled gratefully. "Thank you!"
They left the dealership and turned right, where Su Yang spotted the logos of Volkswagen, Hyundai, and Mazda.
"Let’s go see the Axela."
"Okay!"
After walking a short distance, they reached an intersection. Su Yang glanced to the right, and his eyes landed on the four rings in the distance—Audi.
A sudden urge struck him to check it out, mainly because there was one viral TikTok-famous car he’d always adored.
Lu Yun noticed his gaze. "What are you looking at?"
Su Yang pointed at the Audi dealership. "Ever thought about buying an Audi?"
"An Audi? I mean, I’d love to, but it’s way over my budget. I know Audis are expensive."
Su Yang smirked. "No worries. Let’s just take a look. If you find one you like, I can lend you some money."
"Ah? No way! I don’t want to borrow money. I’d rather stick to what I can afford. Plus, even if I got an Audi, I couldn’t afford the upkeep."
Su Yang thought, This girl’s got solid principles... Wait, what am I even saying?
Seeing Su Yang frown, Lu Yun worried she’d upset him.
She quickly explained, "Su Yang, I just mean I don’t like owing people. If I could afford it, I’d love a nicer car, but right now, 100,000 yuan is my limit."
Su Yang scratched his head and grinned. "I get it. You’ve got a healthy mindset—not chasing things beyond your reach."
"But," Su Yang continued, his tone shifting.
"If I lend you the money, you can pay me back whenever you have it. What’s between us? When it comes to your first car, I think you should get something a little nicer—go all out and make it count."
"But..." Lu Yun hesitated, trying to voice her concerns.
Before she could finish, Su Yang grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the Audi showroom.
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