Li Jun's car arrived faster than expected, in just fifteen minutes.

When we arrived at the Maybach, our neighbor, Aunt Wang, was watering her small vegetable garden.

She heard the noise, looked up, and glanced at the black car a few more times.

Then she saw Qin Jianjun and his family come out and walk towards the car.

She was stunned. Was that car there to pick up Qin Jianjun's family?

She saw a burly man in a black suit get out of the driver's seat and open the car door.

Qin Jianjun and his family got into the car.

The car then started and disappeared from her sight.

Aunt Wang stood there, the kettle still dripping water, her mouth open, unable to close for a long time.

She doesn't know much about cars, but that car looked very expensive.

She took out her phone and sent a voice message to her husband, "Old Wang, doesn't Qin Jianjun's family owe the bank over a million yuan? Guess what I saw? Just now, his whole family drove away in a luxury car?"

After sending the message, she stammered, "How did Qin Jianjun's family make such a fortune?"

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Qin Zihao sat in the back seat, his eyes scanning the car.

No wonder it's the car my second uncle picked out; it's definitely imposing.

"How about it?" Qin Mao asked with a smile, seeing his nephew's expression. "Your second uncle has good taste, doesn't he? If you like it too, your second uncle will give you one!"

Qin Zihao gave a thumbs up: "Second Uncle has good taste, this car is indeed impressive!"

He paused, then changed the subject, "But I have my own favorite car. And I especially love the one my grandfather gave me!"

After speaking, Qin Zihao looked at Qin Zheng with hopeful eyes.

Qin Zheng reached out and patted his eldest grandson's head. "It's yours. Grandpa will give you whatever you like."

Li Jun paid attention to the movements inside the car, and based on his observations from the previous night, he became certain of one thing.

This family is a hidden story of a wealthy man raising his children frugally.

Mr. Qin looks ordinary, but his composure and confidence are the same as those of other wealthy people he has met.

The Maybach stopped in front of the Jiangnan Province 4S headquarters.

The entrance is a small square with a fountain, and in the center is a sculpture of a galloping horse, with water splashing in the sunlight.

"Mr. Qin, please feel free to call me anytime if you need anything. I'm available 24/7."

After confirming that he no longer needed the service, Li Jun drove away.

Qin Zheng and his family walked into the store.

The store was bustling with people, many of whom were gathered around rows of luxury cars, listening to the salespeople introduce them; it was quite lively.

Several female sales staff at the front desk noticed Qin Zheng and his family.

They habitually look at the clothes and appearance first, then the face, and mentally assign a social class to the family.

Apart from Qin Mao and Qin Zheng, whose clothes were decent, the other three were quite ordinary.

An ordinary family.

These types of families are always picky when buying a car, and they especially like to haggle over the price.

After half a day of service, the commission I get is probably less than two hundred yuan.

The top salespeople exchanged glances, shook their heads slightly, and none of them wanted to step forward.

"Xiaoli, you go ahead."

"Oh, okay, Sister Lan."

Xiaoli breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that no one else was going to step forward.

She hasn't sold a car in half a month.

She is still in her internship and needs to perform well to become a full-time employee. Although she only receives 60% of the commission of full-time employees, she will not let go of any opportunity.

According to the experience shared by her mentor, customers who come as a family usually pick up their cars on the same day.

Xiaoli composed herself and naturally went to greet him.

"Are you all here to look at cars?"

Her gaze fell on Qin Mao.

In this family, the one who is dressed the best should be the one in charge.

Qin Mao subconsciously looked at Qin Zheng, and when he saw the old man looking at him with encouraging eyes, he straightened his posture.

"Hmm, let's take a look at the cars here."

"Okay, this way please. Let me introduce you to the brands of cars in our store. What kind of car are you looking for? Could you tell me your budget? I can recommend something suitable..."

As Xiaoli was talking, she suddenly realized that Qin Mao and the others hadn't followed.

"Go look at the car, I'll wait for you here." Qin Zheng sat on an empty sofa.

"Dad, aren't you going to come and take a look?" Qin Jianjun asked.

Qin Zheng took the water glass that Zhao Lin handed him. "Today we're buying cars for you guys, hurry up and go pick one out."

Looking at cars?

He doesn't need to look; he can just swipe his card and have something delivered to him.

"Dad, why don't you sit down and rest for a while?"

Qin Jianjun walked towards Xiaoli.

Zhao Lin stayed behind. She didn't have a driver's license and couldn't drive, so she might as well stay and serve Qin Zheng.

"Eldest daughter-in-law, why aren't you going to look at the car?"

"Dad, you forgot, I don't have a driver's license, and I'm not smart enough to pass the test. From now on, Jianjun or Zihao can drive me when we go out."

Zhao Lin was not shy and readily admitted her shortcomings.

"It's okay if you don't have a driver's license. Just hire a personal driver; it won't cost much."

"Yes, I'll do whatever Dad says." Zhao Lin wasn't being coy; she had already begun to accept her status as a wealthy woman.

Not long after Qin Zhenggang put down his water glass, a man and a woman entered through the door.

The man was wearing a black suit, had a protruding belly, and a strong-looking hairstyle.

The woman was wearing a floral print midi skirt with a very low neckline, revealing a glimpse of her fair skin.

A top saleswoman immediately greeted them, "Ms. Li, Mr. Zhao, welcome to the 4S flagship store. Which car are you looking to see today?"

"Mercedes-Benz series."

"Okay, the Mercedes series is over here, I'll take you there."

The two followed the salesperson inside, and when they passed the sofa area where Qin Zheng was sitting, the woman suddenly stopped.

She turned her head, her gaze falling on Zhao Lin, her eyebrows slightly raised.

"Hey? Isn't that Zhao Lin?"

Zhao Lin looked up and frowned when she saw who it was.

"Li Wan!"

Qin Zheng glanced at his former daughter-in-law, whom he hadn't seen for many years.

Li Wan is a woman who schemed to make Qin Mao leave with nothing, brainwashed her son to hate Qin Mao, and even denied him visitation rights.

"Zhao Lin? Isn't your family drowning in debt?"

She feigned surprise, "What? You've paid off your debts? And you're here to look at cars?"

She smiled.

"That's true. After the hard times, it's time to live a normal life. But these are all high-end brands. There's a used car market outside the showroom where they're cheaper. You can go check it out."

Li Wan recalled the time right after her divorce from Qin Mao, when Zhao Lin repeatedly blocked her door and angrily called her a "bad woman," a "liar," and a "bitch," causing the neighbors to point fingers at her.

As a result, he had to sell the house and move to another place, losing over 100,000 yuan in the process.

Now, when I met Zhao Lin, I saw that she was dressed exactly the same as she was five years ago.

She was determined to mock Zhao Lin mercilessly and vent her anger.

However, the scene of Zhao Lin glaring at her that Li Wan had imagined did not happen.

"The hard times are truly over; good days are ahead."

Zhao Lin smiled confidently, neither humble nor arrogant, but secretly retorted to Li Wan.

"Heh, I heard Qin Jianjun was borrowing money from someone just a few days ago, and now he's living a good life? Zhao Lin, you're just pretending. Look at what you're wearing, all cheap clothes from street stalls, do you think you're destined for a good life?" Li Wan sneered.

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