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Zong Wen didn't loosen his grip on Zhang Yifan's arm, but the playful smile he had when he was bowing to his godfather had completely disappeared from his face.

He looked at Zhang Yifan, his tone becoming very serious, so serious that he was completely different from Zong Wen, who usually talked nonsense.

"Brother Fan, I can't take this car."

He released his grip, took a half-step back, and widened the distance between them to a point where they could have a proper conversation.

He glanced at the brand-new Defender 110 in the showroom, then turned back to Zhang Yifan, speaking in a tone reserved for very serious discussions:

"You're just giving away a car worth 97 yuan like that? Do you think it's some kind of free skin?"

We may joke around, but we're brothers, best friends. But precisely because we're best friends, I can't accept it.

Even if I saved for four years during university and five years after graduation, I might not be able to afford it.

But I want to try.

Zhang Yifan opened his mouth as if to say something, but Zong Wen raised his hand to stop him.

"Let me finish speaking first."

I was just kidding when I called you godfather earlier; you know I have a sharp tongue.

But I don't dare accept this car, not because I don't like it, but because I'm afraid that if I accept it, our relationship will change.

Think about it, if we sit down to eat together in the future, and I'm driving the car you gave me and eating your food, how am I supposed to stand up straight?

Before, when we argued about who should treat whom to dinner, I could still argue back a bit. But now, if I think about how you bought the car I drive, I won't even dare to argue anymore. I'll just feel inferior to you.

What I want isn't the car, but myself who is worthy of it.

Do you know what I mean?

Zhang Yifan didn't speak, he just looked at Zong Wen.

Zong Wen's words suddenly reminded him of the timeline the system had mentioned before.

In that future he had failed, he was unemployed and penniless at fifty. Zongwen somehow learned of his situation, took the initiative to contact him, and lent him money to start over.

He blindly lost all the money and, ashamed to face Zongwen, changed his phone number, completely severing ties with the only friend who was willing to help him.

In that timeline, Zhang Yifan owed Zong Wen more than just 80,000 yuan.

So even though he knew that the timeline the system mentioned would never happen again, now that he had money and ability, his first thought was to help Zongwen improve.

But his act of delivering the car just now was indeed somewhat inconsiderate.

True brotherhood isn't built with money; it's about lending a helping hand when the other is in their most difficult time and fully supporting them when they want to strive for success.

Zongwen doesn't want a 97 yuan Land Rover now; he wants to work hard and gradually reach a position worthy of that car.

If he were to force the car on Zongwen, that would be a disgrace to their friendship.

After thinking it through, he nodded and said, "Okay, I'll buy the car, but it's not a gift. You can drive it anytime you need it. When you've saved enough, just let me know, and you can buy it from me then."

Zong Wen paused for a moment, then smiled.

That smile was completely different from the exaggerated expression he had when he bowed to his godfather earlier. It was a very light, genuine smile, like a sigh of relief or a smile that felt understood.

He said, "Okay! Once I've saved enough, you can give me a discount."

No discount.

"Then leave me the purchase tax."

"Even the purchase tax will be withheld."

"How can you be so stingy? Didn't you just spend two million eight hundred thousand?"

"That's for my own use; the money for you is a separate matter."

The young woman in black stockings stood to the side, holding a brown paper file folder in her hands, and listened to the entire debate about "whether or not to buy a 97 yuan Land Rover".

She silently marveled to herself that these two young people were both extraordinary.

One can buy two Defenders outright without batting an eye, while the other can grit his teeth and refuse a gift worth 97.

Whatever these two do in the future, they will likely become influential figures.

She placed the file folder on the coffee table, bowed slightly, and asked softly, "Mr. Zhang, do you think we still need to prepare the contract for this 110 HSE?"

"Get ready, I've picked up the car."

With the support of financial power, the car delivery speed is astonishingly fast.

Zhang Yifan didn't even need to handle the procedures himself; the 4S store directly opened a VIP green channel, handling all the insurance, temporary license plates, and vehicle purchase tax on his behalf.

In less than an afternoon, all the procedures, including the listing, were completed.

That meteorite black Land Rover Defender 110 3.0T P400 X-Dynamic HSE now belongs entirely to Zhang Yifan.

The young woman in black stockings drove the car to the entrance of the showroom, turned off the engine, picked up the keys, walked up to Zhang Yifan, and handed the car keys to him with both hands.

Her professional smile remained perfect, but there was a hint of inexplicable curiosity in her eyes.

Zhang Yifan took the keys, weighed them in his hand, then scratched his head awkwardly and said, "Thank you, but... I haven't received my driver's license yet, so I can't drive it now."

The young woman in black stockings paused for a moment, then immediately said, "I can drive your car home for you! Don't worry, I have a driver's license, three years of driving experience, zero accidents, and zero violations."

Zhang Yifan hesitated for a moment: "Wouldn't that be too much trouble for you?"

The woman in black stockings immediately shook her head, her ponytail swinging in a neat arc in the air: "No trouble at all! Providing the best service to our clients is my duty. Please wait a moment while I speak with the manager."

As soon as she finished speaking, she took out her phone and sent a message to the sales manager.

"Manager, the customer hasn't received his driver's license yet. I'll drive it back for him and give him a briefing on the new car delivery."

The sales manager replied instantly: "Drive carefully, provide excellent service to this important client, and don't scratch anyone or anything!"

She added, "Don't worry, manager! I can't afford to pay for it if it gets scratched!"

Zhang Yifan and Zong Wen got into the car.

As soon as Zong Wen sat in the back seat, he started touching and looking at the interior, just like Grandma Liu visiting the Grand View Garden for the first time.

He touched the texture of the semi-aniline leather seats, tapped the carbon fiber trim, and then looked closely at the resolution of the central control screen.

Finally, he leaned back in the backseat, letting out a satisfied sigh:

"Brother Fan, this chair is more comfortable than my bed at home."

You said that once I get my driver's license, could I borrow it for a couple of days?

Never mind, never mind, I haven't saved enough money yet.

But let me make this clear first: once you get your driver's license, you have to let me sit in the passenger seat and have some fun.

Zhang Yifan didn't respond to his question, but smiled and said, "If you regret it, come back in a couple of days and drive the car away."

"Don't tempt me anymore, I really can't resist the temptation if you keep tempting me."

Zong Wen turned his face to the window, looking at the rows of test drive cars parked outside the showroom.

"I still want to try my best first. If I really can't make it in the future, then I'll come back to you for food and drink and be a good-for-nothing."

But that's definitely the last resort, and I'll try my best not to take it.

I think I can do it. Look at how well I performed in the college entrance exam; maybe I'll do exceptionally well in college too, and even after graduation. Then I'll buy myself a car.

The young woman in black stockings opened the driver's side door, got in, and adjusted the rearview mirror and seat.

She placed her hands on the steering wheel, looked at Zhang Yifan in the rearview mirror, and asked with a smile, "Mr. Zhang, where do you live? I'd like to set up the navigation."

Just as Zong Wen was about to say the name of the old neighborhood where Zhang Yifan lived, Zhang Yifan spoke first: "Yujingyuan".

The woman in black stockings froze for a moment on the navigation screen.

Yujingyuan is the most upscale villa area in Jicheng. The cheapest villa there is worth several top-of-the-line Defenders.

She glanced at Zhang Yifan again in the rearview mirror, silently updating her understanding of this client.

Zong Wen suddenly turned his head, his mouth agape even wider than when he saw the bank card balance.

Holy crap, when did Fan Ge start living in Yujingyuan?

How come he didn't know about this?