I agreed to be a kept man, but I'm still being punished by the system.

If a workman wants to be good, he must first sharpen his weapon.

Lin Yang took out his phone and opened the map app.

On the screen, a dense array of 4S store icons popped up.

Nissan, Toyota, Volkswagen, BYD... these names only lingered in his eyes for a moment before being swept past.

It wasn't that he got arrogant, but the car belonged to Su Man, and a business unit director of a group company couldn't drive a cheap car.

Driving a family car worth 200,000 yuan to pick up a rich woman with a net worth of hundreds of millions is not called being a kept man; it's called humiliating yourself.

He scribbled on the map a few more times, but couldn't even spot any BBA (BMW, Mercedes-Benz, Audi) brands. The planning for this area was clearly more geared towards lifestyle than high-end consumption.

Just as he was about to expand his search, an icon caught his eye.

Porsche After-Sales Service Center

It is only three kilometers away from Tianyue Huafu.

It's not a showroom, it's an after-sales service center. But having after-sales service means having a source of vehicles, and possibly even nearly new cars that customers have cancelled their orders for.

That's it.

Lin Yang put away his phone, grabbed his keys, went out the door, and hailed a taxi at the entrance of the residential area.

"Driver, to the Porsche Center."

Less than twenty minutes later, the taxi stopped in front of a very modern glass curtain wall building.

The enormous Porsche crest gleamed in the morning light.

Lin Yang pushed open the door and entered.

A scent of leather, fragrance, and money wafted over.

Inside the spacious and brightly lit exhibition hall, several display vehicles reflected a cold yet captivating metallic luster under the spotlights.

In a glass conference room in a corner of the exhibition hall, a dozen sales staff in uniform were having a morning meeting. The leader was a middle-aged man in a sharp suit, whose voice came through the glass with a stern tone.

Several receptionists glanced at him, noticed his slightly worn jacket and ordinary T-shirt, and then went back to chatting amongst themselves.

No one came to serve us.

Lin Yang didn't care.

He had long anticipated this scene of looking down on others.

He walked straight to a display vehicle with a configuration list and price posted on the window.

A budget of one million.

He glanced at it and got an idea of ​​what was going on.

At this price point, it's indeed a bit difficult to afford here.

The entry-level Macan is sufficient, or with a little more money, you can barely afford a base-model Cayenne.

Just as he was studying the configuration list, a series of crisp sounds of high heels clicking on the ground came from afar.

"Hello sir, do you have a car model you'd like?"

His voice was gentle and carried a professional politeness.

Lin Yang turned around, and a tall female saleswoman in a black business suit was standing behind him with a standard smile on her face.

She wore a name tag around her neck.

He activated the system panel, and the other party's information appeared on his retina.

Name: Liu Meimei

[Wealth Rating: Silver Level]

Overall rating: 8.6

[Appearance: 8.6, Figure: 8.9, Charisma: 8.4]

[Tags: Black stockings sales, sales pressure, spendthrifts]

Lin Yang's gaze lingered for a moment on her long, straight legs encased in black stockings.

Not bad. Wait, aren't Porsche's female sales associates supposed to earn millions a year?

It seems they're all just online rumors!

He muttered something to himself, then spoke, his voice calm and direct.

"Which cars are available immediately, the kind you can pick up right away?"

Liu Meimei's professional smile froze for a moment.

She clearly hadn't expected to hear such a question from this handsome young man.

"Sir, our car models are mostly customized, and we rarely have any in stock..."

"What about these display vehicles?"

Lin Yang pointed to the midnight blue Macan next to him.

"Can we drive away right away?"

"what!"

Liu Meimei was completely stumped by the question, a hint of bewilderment showing beneath her exquisite makeup. She had only ever heard of this straightforward car-buying method in training stories.

But her excellent professionalism allowed her to quickly regain her composure.

"Well... I need to ask our manager, please wait a moment."

She walked briskly towards the conference room in her high heels.

Not long after, the conference room door was pushed open. A man with slicked-back hair, who looked to be around forty years old, walked out, followed by Liu Meimei, who looked somewhat reserved.

"Hello, sir, my surname is Zhou, and I am the sales manager here."

Manager Zhou, with the shrewdness and enthusiasm of a businessman, proactively extended his hand.

Lin Yang did not shake hands, but simply nodded.

"Hello, do you have any cars in stock?"

He repeated his question.

Manager Zhou's gaze swept quickly over him, then he gave a knowing smile.

"Yes, there is. But it's not in the showroom. If you don't mind, sir, I can take you to the parking area in the back."

He paused, then added.

"We happened to have a Cayenne that had some minor scratches during transport, and the original customer didn't want it anymore. But we've already had a professional technician repaint it with the original factory paint, so it's completely undetectable."

Lin Yang raised an eyebrow.

I never expected this manager to be so honest.

In the car sales industry, those who proactively disclose vehicle defects are already considered rare breeds.

He followed Manager Zhou through a door with a sign that read "Employee Passage" to the after-sales parking area at the back.

Manager Zhou stopped in front of a dark blue Cayenne.

"This is the one."

He pointed to a spot almost imperceptible below the driver's side door.

"There was a small scratch here, but it has been perfectly repaired. The vehicle's mechanical performance and safety structure are perfectly fine."

"Could you open the car door and take a look?"

When Lin Yang saw Manager Zhou take the car keys out of his pocket, he knew that the car was indeed one that he was in a hurry to get rid of within his authority.

"sure."

Manager Zhou pressed the unlock button, and the car lights flashed once.

Lin Yang opened the car door and got in.

The smell of new car mixed with the scent of genuine leather filled the entire cabin.

The protective film on the interior hasn't been completely removed yet.

He ran his fingers over the steering wheel and center console, finding no signs of use.

He adjusted his seat, looked around, and indeed didn't find anything wrong.

He didn't even bother to get out of the car, but simply sat in the driver's seat and looked out the window at Manager Zhou.

"What price are you planning to sell this car for?"

Manager Zhou smiled and gave a tentative number.

"Sir, you're really serious about buying this car. We'll give you a 10% discount off the list price, so the total cost will be around 900,000."

Lin Yang nodded, already having a clear idea in his mind.

"so."

His voice was devoid of any emotion.

"Nine hundred thousand in total, including insurance, and I'll get a temporary license plate. I want to drive it away now."

He looked at Manager Zhou.

"Okay, I'll swipe my card right away."

Manager Zhou's smile froze for a moment.

He clearly hadn't expected Lin Yang to be so decisive and efficient in his bargaining, leaving no room for further negotiation.

This is an old sales tactic: playing hard to get.

"Well... I don't really have that much pricing authority. I need to ask our store manager. Please wait a moment."

Lin Yang was not in a hurry and calmly leaned back in his chair.

"Go."

Manager Zhou turned and left quickly, while Liu Meimei stayed behind, standing somewhat awkwardly by the car door, and began to explain the vehicle's functions to Lin Yang.

Not long after, Manager Zhou came running back, his face showing just the right amount of embarrassment and apology.

"Sir, I'm so sorry! The manager said the price really can't be lowered any further, but the insurance can't cover it either; the insurance for this car is a bit expensive. How about we apply for some extra accessories for you, and give you the best floor mats and window tinting for your whole car? Is that alright?"

Lin Yang listened to this set of words without any emotional fluctuation.

"Calculate how much it costs."

"Including the purchase tax and the preferential treatment we can negotiate, the total is 930,000."

Manager Zhou announced the final price.

This price was within Lin Yang's expectations, and even a little lower than he had anticipated.

"Okay, swipe your card."

He took out the supplementary card that Suman had given him.

The embarrassment on Manager Zhou's face vanished instantly, replaced by undisguised joy.

"Alright! Ah Mei, hurry up and process the paperwork for this gentleman!"

"Huh? Oh! Okay!"

Liu Meimei was stunned for a moment before realizing that this million-dollar order had been finalized in just a few minutes. She quickly turned around and practically ran towards the exhibition hall in her high heels.

The following process was incredibly fast.

Driven by money, this after-sales center has demonstrated astonishing efficiency.

Swipe your card, sign the contract, and get a temporary license plate – all the procedures were completed in one go.

In less than half an hour, brand new temporary license plates were affixed to the front and rear windshields.

"Sir, which address should I send your official blue license plate to?"

After completing the formalities, Liu Meimei looked at Lin Yang with a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

Lin Yang took out his phone, retrieved Su Man's address, and sent it to Liu Meimei.

"Send it here."

After doing all this, he got into his blue Cayenne and started the car as Manager Zhou and Liu Meimei waved goodbye.

With a deep engine roar, he drove the million-dollar luxury car slowly out of the Porsche Center, merged into the traffic, and headed towards Tianyue Huafu.