Financial freedom starts with the pursuit of a cool female doctor

Chapter 97 How much is the bride price?

Seeing that someone had struck up a conversation with him, and knowing that his actions had been seen, Amin stopped what he was doing.

His wife, Yilun, was trying to kick his hands and climb onto the car, but due to a mishap, she fell to the ground.

"Ouch! That hurts so much! Are you crazy? Why did you suddenly stop?"

Amin realized what was happening and quickly helped his wife up, wiping the dust and dirt off her clothes as he did so.

"I'm sorry, honey, it's my fault. You can hit me or scold me when we get back, but let's go home first, okay?"

After standing up, Yilun glared at Amin without saying a word, and kept looking at her dress from head to toe.

"Look! This skirt has a hole in it, and I just bought it not long ago!"

She was so anxious that she stomped her feet, about to slap Ah Ming across the face.

Amin seemed to be used to being hit, and quickly tilted his head to the side, covering his face with his hands.

However, after a moment, the expected slap did not fall. Curious, he let go and peered through the gap.

Zhuo Tong, the man who suddenly appeared, grabbed Yi Lun's wrist, which was almost as thick as his forearm, and blocked the slap for him.

Yilun was already furious, and seeing someone meddling in his business made him fly into a rage:
"Who are you? Let go of me right now! Or I'll..."

She turned her head and saw Zhuo Tong's profile. The words she was about to say suddenly stopped, and her heart began to pound.
"Holy crap, this guy is so handsome! He's a million times better than Ah Ming. With that kind of aura, is he the son of some big corporation?"

"This outfit doesn't look cheap; he's definitely richer than that good-for-nothing Amin. Also, he doesn't have a ring on his hand. Could he still be single?"

Yilun swallowed hard, abandoning his usual Tyrannosaurus Rex-like irritability, and forced a greasy, strained sound from his vocal cords, which were compressed by fat:
"Um... handsome, are you going to hold my hand?"

Zhuo Tong listened to the sickeningly sweet voice and immediately let go with a look of disgust on her face.

He pulled a LV handkerchief he had bought earlier from his trouser pocket, wiped his hands, and threw it directly on the ground.

I can't keep this handkerchief. Even if it's worth a million, I won't keep it.

If it weren't for the fact that I cherish every inch of my skin, I would have loved to replace the part of my skin that had just touched her hand.

So disgusting.

Ignoring Yilun, Zhuo Tong repeated the question from before:
"Dude, is this your car?"

Amin glanced at Zhuo Tong, then at Yi Lun, before answering:

"It's not mine."

"I see. How dare you stand on it? Aren't you afraid of crushing the hood and roof?"

Amin was stunned; this was a question that could cost him his life.

If I say I'm afraid, it means I have the same concerns, which would just offend my wife again, and she would be indirectly saying that I'm fat.
When I get home, she'll beat me half to death, and I might have to sleep on the sofa for several nights in a row.

Because we don't have any money on hand right now, there's no air conditioning in the living room, only in the bedroom.

It's over 30 degrees Celsius at night now, and the temperature fluctuates so much that it's hard to sleep all night, plus there are mosquitoes buzzing in my ears.

But to say I'm not afraid would be too dishonest. Although I don't know the exact model of the car, I at least know that it's a Maybach S680.

Although I still have a basic trust in the quality of Mercedes-Benz, I can't afford to pay for it if something really goes wrong.

After stammering and struggling to explain himself for a long time, Yilun answered for him:
"So what if it gets damaged? I can just pay to fix it. It's just a beat-up Mercedes anyway. If it weren't for its nice color, I wouldn't have bothered taking a picture."

Yilun, with a crooked smile and an indifferent expression, shamelessly leaned forward and asked Zhuo Tong:
"Handsome, what's your name? You have a great presence, you must drive a nice car too, right?"

Zhuo Tong shook his head:
“I also drive a Mercedes, I used to drive a C260L, but I don’t drive anymore.” Yilun awkwardly stammered for a while.

I didn't expect it myself; I just said it casually. How come he drives a Mercedes?
He just made some outrageous remarks, calling it a "broken-down Mercedes." Isn't this a slap in the face?

"wrong."

Yi Lun suddenly realized that Zhuo Tong was referring to the past, which meant that he no longer drove a Mercedes.

As for "not driving", could it mean that he has gone bankrupt for some reason and can only take the bus or subway every day?

Tsk tsk, what a pity. He looked quite handsome and rich, but it turns out he was a penniless pauper.

"What do you think of this car?"

Zhuo Tong raised an eyebrow and looked at Amin.

Throughout the entire process, the tall and thin Ah Ming remained silent, standing aside watching Yi Lun enthusiastically and proactively communicate with Zhuo Tong.

Even though everyone could see that Zhuo Tong wasn't interested in Yi Lun, it was still too hurtful for her to do this as his wife.

In addition, compared to the glamorous Zhuo Tong, he was just an ordinary otaku that could be found anywhere.

She was wearing a plain T-shirt, looked listless, and had dark circles under her eyes and rough, dull skin.

It's hard not to feel inferior, so I lowered my head slightly and said:

“I think it looks pretty good. After all, it’s a Maybach S680, with a starting price of over three million. I wonder how much more money they’ll have to add to the price for this paint job as an option.”

"Don't worry, this paint job is free; it's the original factory-installed one."

"Really? Such a beautiful paint job, and it's not an option? But I remember..."

Zhuo Tong waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to say anything more and could directly search for the price of a Maybach Haute Voiture online.

"See, I told you, it's original paint, it's free."

He spoke casually, but Ah Ming, standing beside him, was completely dumbfounded, his eyes practically popping out of their bulging sockets.

"Eight...eight million...a limited edition worldwide?"

"Yeah, it's over eight million. It just debuted at the Greater Bay Area Auto Show in Shenzhen a couple of days ago, but it's normal that most people don't recognize it."

Yilun wanted to go closer to take a look, but his steps froze on the spot after hearing the words "eight million".

More than eight million?

The car I'd been sitting in the hood of was actually worth over eight million?
He even wanted to stand on the roof of the car wearing shoes?
Startled, she quickly turned her head and carefully checked everything from top to bottom to make sure there were no dents, because she couldn't afford to pay for them even if she sold the house.

Seeing how quickly her attitude changed, Zhuo Tong just smiled and had no intention of paying any attention to her.

"Dude, you two are already married?"

Zhuo Tong glanced at the ring on A Ming's finger, and the latter hummed in agreement and nodded slightly.

"We've only been married for four months."

"Sure, you're not that old, and your career must be pretty stable, right? Otherwise, the woman definitely wouldn't be willing to marry you."

"May I ask how much your wedding dowry is?"

(End of this chapter)