The attic connects the past and present; I became a tycoon and got rich overnight!

Chapter 30 You have quite the nerve!

Yan Fei, who is 1.83 meters tall, did not feel cramped in the driver's seat. He placed his hands on the steering wheel and turned it symbolically, his eyes sparkling.

"Even if I can't afford it, I can still have a taste of it."

His expression couldn't hide his excitement, like that of a child who hadn't yet reached adulthood.

"But Song Youan, to be honest, I think this one is better than the 296. This little blue one is so cool, the red one is too common."

“I like this one too.” She turned to Xiao Liu, who was standing next to the car door, and asked, “How much would this cost around?”

"The standard configuration costs around 540 million," he replied with a smile.

Song Youan was still looking at him, waiting for him to continue. Xiao Liu paused for a moment before quickly adding, "The top-of-the-line model is around 700 million."

"Damn, that's so expensive!" Yan Fei was startled and withdrew his hand, quickly unbuckling his seatbelt and getting out of the car.

It's more than double the price of 296.

Song Youan nodded in understanding, then went to sit in the driver's seat and tried it out. She liked everything about the car.

"This is it, the top-of-the-line model. I want one. How long will it take to pick it up?"

Salesperson Xiao Liu was stunned, and Yan Fei was also dumbfounded.

"Uh... if you go through the procedures today, it will probably take about two months," Xiao Liu said.

After hearing this, she thought for a moment and then asked, "Are there any cars that I can pick up immediately?"

"Yes, this way please."

For top brands like Ferrari, most models require waiting, and only a small number of models can be picked up on the spot.

"The models that can be picked up immediately are all classic production models." In a corner, Xiao Liu introduced to Song Youan: "These few are all suitable for you."

Song Youan glanced at them briefly and didn't find anything she particularly liked.

Yan Fei walked over and asked, "So urgent? You want to bring it up today?"

Song Youan said, "It's not that I'm in a hurry, but I think it would be more convenient to have a car. Two months is a bit long, so I can buy one for transportation first."

"But you got your certificate almost two months ago, isn't that just right?"

Song Youan glanced at him: "You'll drive until I get my license, you'll be my driver."

"Huh?" Yan Fei was dumbfounded again, and then he realized what he meant and said, "No, you bought a car specifically to arrange a job for me?"

"Am I out of my mind or are you just beautiful?" Song Youan scoffed. "It's definitely because I need it myself, and you just happen to be unemployed. My studio is currently undergoing renovations, and I have to travel to many places, so I really need you to drive me around."

“Then there’s no need to buy a car specifically for this. Didn’t that guy just say that Lanting has a car?” Yan Fei said.

"That car was one I bought for myself, but I also want to buy one for my dad."

Yan Fei finally shut up.

Less than two minutes later, he added, "There are other car dealerships nearby. If you don't find one you like, you can go to another dealership to choose one for your uncle."

Ferraris may indeed not be the best fit for a middle-aged man like my father.

However, Song Youan didn't intend to just buy a car to fool his father. He worked at a car repair shop and was quite knowledgeable about cars.

"Then take that car from before, and get the paperwork done for me first. I can wait."

Unable to find a Ferrari suitable for her father, she decided to first get the one she liked, and then listen to Yan Fei's suggestion to check out the car dealership next door.

"Okay, ma'am, please follow me." Xiao Liu was overjoyed, not expecting the deal to be closed so quickly today.

While waiting in the lounge, Yan Fei, sitting opposite him, seemed somewhat restless.

Song Youan frowned at him: "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Yan Fei shook his head and blurted out to Song You'an, "I really didn't know you were so rich."

"And then?" Song You'an asked, looking at him. "You don't feel uncomfortable working for me, do you?" "Not at all. I thank you from the bottom of my heart, really," Yan Fei said earnestly.

Song Youan took a sip of water and explained softly, "I chose you after careful consideration. After all, I've been learning to drive with you for more than half a month, and I can tell you're a good person."

He also served in the military.

"So I'll be your driver from now on?"

Song Youan nodded.

"Sure, I'm good at that!"

He was initially worried that he wouldn't be able to handle the job that Song Youan arranged for him, since he had a low level of education and no special skills.

In the end, Song Youan chose a top-of-the-line Mercedes-Benz car worth 4 million yuan for her father at the Mercedes-Benz 400S store and picked it up on the spot.

It was Yan Fei's first time driving a Mercedes, and he was a little excited.

"You know what, a good car is just different."

"Safety first, go to this address." Song Youan turned on the navigation; it was a pet store.

Her father loved dogs, but after she moved to the villa, he was often alone, so she ordered a Schnauzer for him to keep him company.

As the car slowly drove into the residential area, Yan Fei was stunned again.

This neighborhood is not only in a remote location, but it also looks very old. Why would someone as rich as Song Youan live here?
Could it be a valuable school district property?

Song Youan held the dog, while Yan Fei followed behind carrying pet supplies.

Before Song You'an could even open the door, she could hear voices coming from inside.

The voice was sharp and piercing; Song You'an recognized it all too well—it was the old lady.

"It sounds like people are arguing?" Yan Fei asked.

Song Youan opened the door, and the sounds in the living room stopped abruptly. Everyone turned to look at her.

Besides the old lady, my second uncle and aunt were also there.

The old lady stood in the middle of the room with her hands on her hips, the second uncle leaned against the aisle with a half-smoked cigarette in his mouth, and the second aunt sat on the sofa with her legs crossed.

My gaze fell on my father, who was sitting in a chair in the corner of the dining table. The three people in the room surrounded him like three great Buddhas.

Upon seeing this, Song Youan's face darkened.

"Yuan is back."

Song Qi called out, and the others, coming to their senses, all showed displeasure.

The old lady ignored her and turned to Song Qi, saying, "I've made myself clear to you. Go to the real estate agency and list your property tomorrow."

"Mom, can't you be reasonable?" Song Qi said helplessly, "This house is mine. How could I sell it for my second brother? Where would I live if I sold it?"

Selling house?
Song Youan was startled and rushed into the house without even changing her shoes: "What's going on, Dad? What house are you selling?"

"Children shouldn't interrupt adults." The old lady glared at Song You'an, clearly disliking her granddaughter.

Song Youan completely ignored the old lady and only looked at her father.

Song Qi lowered his head, his face also gloomy, but his personality prevented him from saying anything too harsh.

Second Aunt Guo Wanfang spoke up at this moment, with a condescending attitude: "Third brother, it's not that you have to sell the house. If it really doesn't work, you can take out a mortgage loan. Your second brother needs this money right now. Once this deal is done, the house will be returned to you."

Song Youan understood and turned to look at Guo Wanfang: "Second Aunt, you have no shame!"

Yan Fei is an important character, so he was given some screen time in the early stages.

(End of this chapter)