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The young woman in black stockings carefully put away the contract and POS machine, took out a business card from her card holder, and handed it to Zhang Yifan with both hands.

Her name and WeChat ID were printed on the business card; the design was simple, and the paper was crisp.

She said that I could contact her directly for car pickup, maintenance, and insurance claims, and that we could communicate anytime via WeChat.

Zhang Yifan took the business card, took out his phone, scanned the QR code on it, and added the account successfully with a beep.

As the young woman looked down at her phone to complete the verification, she couldn't help but glance at Zhang Yifan again.

Young, rich, and handsome, he bought the top-of-the-line Defender in full without batting an eye.

This kind of character would be the male protagonist in a novel.

But after working in this industry for over a year, she understood one thing all too well: people who could afford to buy a 280 million yuan car outright were from a different world than her.

This kind of man is not someone she can control; she didn't even have the thought of testing him.

She put her phone back in the pocket of her work skirt, bowed slightly, and said, "Sir, please wait a moment with your friend."

She went to organize all the materials needed for picking up the car, then turned and walked towards the office area, her high heels making a crisp, clean sound on the floor.

Only Zhang Yifan and Zong Wen remained in the rest area.

Zong Wen grabbed Zhang Yifan's arm and pulled him up from the sofa.

His gaze shifted from shock to seriousness, and though he lowered his voice, he couldn't hide the anxiety and earnestness in his tone:

"Brother Fan, tell me the truth."

Where did this money come from? I know you won the lottery; you gave all 300,000 yuan to your parents to open a shop.

Today's reward is only two million!

Where did you get 280 million?

You didn't steal all the money your aunt and uncle saved up for half their lives to buy a car, did you?

Brother Fan, listen to me! Before you get the car, while the contract is still refundable, hurry up and cancel it!

If you don't back out, I'm telling you, we can't be brothers anymore!

Zhang Yifan's arm ached a little from being pulled, so he pulled his arm away, patted Zong Wen's shoulder, and said calmly:

"Don't worry, all this money is mine. I haven't even used the two million I was awarded today, let alone money from my family."

Zong Wen's brows furrowed even more.

He stared at Zhang Yifan's face for a long time, as if trying to confirm whether he was lying.

Zhang Yifan sighed, took out his phone from his pocket, opened mobile banking, entered his password, and turned the screen towards Zong Wen.

The screen displays the bank card balance.

Zongwen leaned closer to look and tapped the screen with his finger to count zeros: ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions, tens of millions.

After he finished counting, he seemed to be paused, frozen in place with his phone in hand.

After several seconds, he seemed to wake up from a dream and said tremblingly, "Brother Fan, did you make a fake app to fool me?"

I know a programmer who can perfectly replicate the interface of a mobile banking app. He even showed me a screenshot of his Alipay account showing a balance of 888 million yuan…”

"Take another look, is this fake?"

Zong Wen brought the phone screen closer and looked at it several times, then exited the app and opened it again to confirm that it was not a screenshot, not a screen recording, and not anything that could be faked.

He returned the phone to Zhang Yifan and remained silent for a long time.

It took Zong Wen a while to gradually accept the fact that Zhang Yifan was really rich.

He leaned back on the sofa, looking at Zhang Yifan's calm face, his heart churning with turmoil.

Everyone else was just fine being poor, and this person suddenly became incredibly rich, and so incredibly rich at that!

He was just worried about whether two million would be enough for Fan Ge, but it turns out that Fan Ge still has more than ten million in his account!

He recalled the saying online, "I'm afraid my brother is suffering, but I'm also afraid he's driving a Land Rover." He used to think it was just a joke, but now he realized it's the absolute truth.

Fan Ge is indeed driving a Land Rover now, the top-of-the-line Defender, which costs 280 million.

He was still worried about whether two million was enough for them.

He now feels like a fool.

He couldn't help but wonder if Fan had passed the family's test and would inherit the family fortune right after graduation.

Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore. If I keep thinking about it, I won't be able to sleep to

Seeing Zong Wen's dejected appearance, Zhang Yifan leaned back on the sofa and casually asked, "How's the Land Rover Defender?"

"Of course it's great! What man doesn't want to drive a Land Rover! The Defender's boxy body can handle both highways and off-road terrain. Didn't you hear the lady's description? It accelerates from 0 to 100 km/h in just over four seconds! And that's a V8!"

Zong Wen answered reflexively, then looked at Zhang Yifan warily, feeling that there was something hidden in the man's sudden question.

"Which one do you like? I'll buy it for you."

Zongwen's buttocks bounced off the sofa as if they were springs.

In an instant, the expression on his face shifted from shock to terror, and then to a complex emotion that defies description.

He pointed at Zhang Yifan, his voice trembling with excitement: "Zhang Yifan! We were deskmates for three years. When did I ever point out your shortcomings to you?"

When you were pursuing Lin Wanqing, I said you were stupid; when you stopped, I said you did the right thing.

If you buy me a car today... or even a Land Rover... I'll tell you...

Zhang Yifan thought that his act of giving Zong Wen the car had hurt his pride.

Just as he was about to explain, he saw Zong Wen change to an expression that was almost solemn with sincerity. He clasped his hands together, bent his waist slightly, and said, word by word:

From now on, you will be my godfather!

If you do not reject me, I am willing to become your godfather!

From now on, we'll each call each other our own names. You'll call me Big Brother, and I'll call you Godfather!

Zhang Yifan's lips twitched violently.

He had indeed overestimated Zong Wen's moral bottom line.

Hearing Zongwen's shout, he felt a pain in his lower back, as if he had been stabbed by a halberd.

He kicked Zong Wen in the buttocks with just the right amount of force, making the man stagger forward two steps.

Zongwen, rubbing his backside and grimacing, slipped behind the sofa, still calling out, "Godfather! Godfather, don't be angry! Let's discuss it again. How about you pick up the car first, and I'll hold the ceremony another day!"

The commotion between the two drew the attention of other customers looking at cars in the showroom.

When Zhang Yifan signed the contract and swiped his card, some people in the exhibition area noticed it. Now that this has happened, even more people know about it.

The handsome young man sitting on the sofa wearing an old T-shirt bought a Land Rover Defender worth over 2.8 million yuan in less than 20 minutes.

A group of young men who were looking after cars huddled together and whispered among themselves: "That little black guy is so spineless. He calls someone his godfather just because they gave him a car."

The person next to him immediately retorted, "Nonsense! If you gave me a Land Rover, I'd call you godfather, or even my biological father!"

The young woman in black stockings walked quickly back from the office area, carrying a brown paper file folder in her hand.

Inside were copies of the car purchase contract, configuration list, and vehicle information sheet that Zhang Yifan had just signed, all neatly stacked together.

She handed over the file folder with both hands, about to explain the procedures and precautions for picking up the car on that day.

Zhang Yifan took the file folder and casually asked, "Which model of car do you have in stock?"

The girl in black stockings paused for a moment.

Didn't I just order a top-of-the-line OCTA Black? Why are you asking about available cars now?

But she was a top-performing salesperson after all, and her reaction was extremely quick. After a moment of surprise, she immediately regained her professional smile and blurted out:

"Currently, the only car left in the store is the 110 3.0T P400 X-Dynamic HSE, which has a 3.0-liter inline six-cylinder turbocharged engine, 400 horsepower, and a 0-100 km/h acceleration time of just over six seconds."

In terms of configuration, it's considered a mid-to-high-end Defender, perfectly adequate for daily driving, and its off-road performance is not compromised.

This car, once available, will cost approximately 97 yuan.

Zhang Yifan nodded: "Then could you please make another trip to get a contract signed? I'll give my brother one."

The girl in black stockings froze in her smile.

She glanced at Zhang Yifan, then at Zong Wen standing beside her, rubbing his bottom, and her mind raced.

Just now, this handsome young man placed a full order for a top-of-the-line Defender worth 280 million yuan in less than twenty minutes.

Now, after asking about the available cars, he immediately says he wants to buy another one, or is it a gift?!

She had worked at Land Rover for over a year and had seen cars bought for wives, parents, and mistresses, but this was the first time she had seen one bought for a brother.

Are these guys really brothers??

And it's a car worth 97 yuan, yet they talk about it as casually as if they were treating someone to a meal.

She took a deep breath, trying to maintain a professional smile, and her voice was even more respectful than before: "Yes, sir, I'll get it ready right away. Please wait a moment."

She turned and walked towards the office area, her steps quickening even more than before.

As she turned the corner, she took out her phone again and sent a message to the sales manager: "Manager, another sale! It's the same customer as before, a Defender 110 HSE in stock, he said it's a gift for his brother."

The sales manager replied instantly with three words: "Are you sure?"

She replied, "I'm sure."

Then I put my phone back in my pocket, my fingers flying across the keyboard, completely lost in a daze, wondering "What kind of amazing day is today?"

Inside the exhibition hall, Zong Wen grabbed Zhang Yifan's arm.

"Brother Fan, are you serious?"

P.S.: May all the lucky ones who give a five-star review make a fortune this year! May they all be able to drive a Land Rover! ┗|｀O′|┛ Aww~~