Reborn in 2010, the AI ​​in my mind is too powerful.

At nine o'clock on Saturday morning, Chen Yiran slowly went downstairs.

Xu Li was already standing by Chen Yiran's car, wearing an old-fashioned jacket and carrying a backpack.

"Boss, hurry up! Boss, why are you so slow?"

Chen Yiran rubbed her eyes and said, "Of course you can get up when you have classes every day. How can I get up at this time when I don't have classes?"

"Boss, you're asking for trouble! Where are we going today? What's the schedule?"

"Go to Flushing first, to find someone."

"Looking for someone? Who are you looking for?"

Chen Yiran drove the car out of the parking space: "You really think we can just walk into a Porsche dealership and be done with it? Even though the regulations aren't strict now, we still have to be careful. They'll definitely hire someone to help us buy it."

"...That's true. So, who should we contact?"

"It's a proxy purchase. There are people in Chinatown who specialize in this; they buy cars using other people's identities and give them a kickback."

"Is that even possible?"

"Of course there is, Chinatown has everything."

Chen Yiran only knew the general outline; in her previous life, she had connections on the West Coast and with dealers in the United States.

But even if you haven't eaten pork, you've still seen pigs run, right? He knows the general situation, and this matter is indeed not troublesome. It's easy if you find the right place and the right person.

They arrived in Flushing in less than two hours. Chen Yiran parked the car in the parking lot on Roosevelt Avenue, and the two walked towards Main Street.

The intersection of Roosevelt Avenue and Main Street is Flushing's Golden Triangle. Several old commercial buildings are crammed together, with various shops on the ground floor: a Chinese medicine pharmacy, a barbershop, an immigration law firm, a courier company, and all sorts of snacks, the air filled with the aroma of roasted meats and fried dumplings.

Having found the Jin Feng Grand Restaurant, Chen Yiran led Xu Li inside.

The lobby had dozens of round tables, with aunties pushing carts weaving among them, the steamers stacked half a person high. It was lunchtime, and there were quite a few people eating. Most were elderly, drinking tea and reading newspapers. Some looked very shrewd, with only a teacup and a mobile phone in front of them, their eyes scanning the surroundings, occasionally someone would come over to hand them a business card or chat quietly for a few minutes.

"Let's sit here, just the two of us." Chen Yiran chose an empty seat against the wall, where she could see most of the lobby.

The two ordered shrimp dumplings, siu mai, char siu buns, and a pot of Pu'er tea. Chen Yiran ate while observing the situation in the hall.

Xu Li, though puzzled, looked around as he ate.

At the corner table, three middle-aged men sat with no snacks in front of them, only teacups and cigarettes. They spoke softly but moved around a lot, with one of them coming over every now and then to chat quietly.

At the table by the window, a fat man wearing a gold chain had his phone ring four or five times. Each time he finished a call, he would take out a small notebook and jot something down.

The table near the entrance is even more interesting. There's a thin old man, in his fifties, wearing a faded polo shirt, and people often come over to greet him.

Chen Yiran memorized these faces, then lowered his head and ate two char siu buns.

Xu Li asked, puzzled, "What do you mean? Am I looking for someone?"

"I'm looking for someone, but lunchtime isn't an option yet. Eat quickly, then I'll leave."

"Huh? You're leaving already?"

"I'll just find somewhere to kill time this afternoon and stay for a few hours, then come back in the evening."

After several hours of not knowing what to do, the two of them finally found an internet cafe run by Chinese people on the main street.

In Flushing in 2010, internet cafes were everywhere. I found one called Nifeng Internet Cafe and went in to check it out; the environment seemed nice.

We booked a private room for two, and each machine cost $4 per hour.

配置还挺高，i3 530加GTS250 1GB，22寸的高清显示器在这个年代也很能打。

Chen Yiran first searched for information online, and then sent an inquiry email to a Porsche dealer in New Jersey.

I need two Cayennes, available now, with the highest possible configuration, and full cash payment. Then I opened the Google Play platform.

Xu Li watched from the side and also opened the GG platform.

The two engaged in a thrilling human civil war, and 15 minutes later, Chen Yiran, who had been out of practice for a long time, was wiped out in one fell swoop.

I switched to another page and found that the dealer had already replied.

One is dark gray, 3.6L V6, MSRP 61,200, with a panoramic sunroof, BOSE sound system, and sports exhaust. The other is white, with similar features, MSRP 62,800.

$124,000. In New Jersey, a 7% tax applies, bringing the total to $132,680. Add to that DMV registration fees, insurance, commission for purchasing the vehicle, port and sea freight costs, and the total cost per vehicle upon arrival at the port is approximately less than $7.

If we quote 8 to the domestic market, making 1 per vehicle should be no problem.

"Boss, we have a car in stock. If it's all set up today, can we pick it up tomorrow?"

"Yes, that's why we need to ask first. I'll try to negotiate a lower price; it would be good if we could get a better deal. We need to go to the bank to get a bank draft tomorrow, which is why we need to ask about the price first."

After communicating via email for a long time, it turned out that since it was a popular high-end Cayenne, the price was only reduced by $1,000. Chen Yiran finally explained that he would pick up the car tomorrow morning with a bank draft at that price.

Afterwards, he played for a few more hours at the internet cafe. Although Chen Yiran wasn't very good at Warcraft 3, he was still pretty good at Dota.

Chen Yiran's Necromancer with Phase Boots and Vanguard Shield led his team to charge in during the mid-game, directly leading Xu Li to 4 consecutive victories.

After much dawdling, it was finally past five o'clock, and the two went to the Jin Feng Restaurant again.

This time it was even more lively than at noon, and the lobby was almost full. Aunties pushing carts squeezed in and out, and Cantonese, Mandarin, and Hokkien were all mixed together.

Chen Yiran noticed that the table near the entrance was empty. Although there were people waiting for a table, the waiter didn't take him there. There were also two other tables in the corners that were empty.

I ordered some food and waited for more than ten minutes.

The skinny old man came again and went to the table by the door.

Chen Yiran and Xu Li gestured to each other, then walked over and pulled out chairs to sit down.

The thin old man put down his newspaper and looked up at Chen Yiran.

Chen Yiran spoke in the Changle dialect of Fujian: "Uncle, I'm looking for a friend to help me buy a car. Do you have any connections?"

The skinny old man's eyes lit up and he asked, "You're from Chang Le?"

"Yes, I'm here to study abroad and also to do some small business to earn some tuition fees, because tuition fees in the United States are too expensive."

"Yeah, yeah, American universities are businesses too, and they're really shady."

This gamble paid off. The effects of using the Changle dialect were immediate. Nine out of ten people doing shady business in Flushing are from Fujian, with the largest number coming from Lianjiang, Changle. It's not that we don't do business with outsiders, but communication is smoother and less convoluted when it comes to our own people.

While it's true that people from the same hometown might turn on each other overseas, the reality is that people only truly care for those from their own hometown. China is so vast; they don't consider you one of their own.

"Buy a car? What kind of car?" The skinny old man's attitude was completely different; his voice was even half a octave louder.

"Two Cayennes, cash only. Then we'll drive them to the port and ship them to Tianjin Port."

"Two vehicles? You've invested quite a bit."

"We were with friends." Chen Yiran gestured with her chin toward Xu Li.

Xu Li nodded quickly. Although he couldn't understand the Chang Le dialect, he could still understand the atmosphere.

The skinny old man folded the newspaper and put it in his pocket, straightening his posture. "My surname is Chen, you can just call me Old Chen. I do everything, buying houses, cars, getting IDs—I've handled it all. You need two Cayennes, right? You're looking for two people to help you buy them, right?"

"right."

"Six hundred each for the top-tier ones, I'll take a brokerage fee of four hundred per vehicle. One thousand for one vehicle, two thousand for two vehicles."

Chen Yiran nodded immediately: "Okay."

This price is very fair. 600 is the going rate for the scarecrow buyer, and 400 is reasonable for the broker. These are all people from Changle, so their offers are very realistic; otherwise, there would have been a heated debate.

"When do you need it? I have plenty of people here; you can pick it up anytime you have the money."

"Is tomorrow morning okay?"

"No problem, plenty of people want to make a little extra money, this won't affect anything, it's pure profit. Come here tomorrow morning at ten, I'll bring some people. You'll need to go to the bank first to withdraw the money and get a bank draft, then we'll go to the dealer together. I'll be with you the whole time, don't worry."

"OK."

Chen Yiran took out her wallet from her pocket: "How much is the deposit?"

Old Chen waved his hand: "No need, no need, we're all family, it doesn't matter."

That's how this business works; it all depends on word of mouth. Outsiders usually have to pay a deposit as a token, but insiders basically operate on pure trust. Of course, there's never anything in writing; a signed contract would only cause trouble. In the entire Flushing brokerage business, it's all about money on the exchange; trust is the contract.

"By the way, are you going straight to the port after you buy the car?"

"Hmm, Port Elizabeth would be the most suitable."

"Yes, there are two roll-on/roll-off ships a week from that port to Tianjin. I know people at the port, Global Auto Shipping. Just mention I introduced you when you go there."

"Thank you, Uncle Chen."

"You're welcome, you're welcome. See you tomorrow."

Once outside the restaurant, Xu Li asked, "Boss, aren't you from Beijing? Was that Fujian dialect you were speaking just now?"

"I had friends in junior and senior high school, and I just picked it up naturally. I can't help it, my language talent is just that strong."

Xu Li thought of Chen Yiran's perfect TOEFL score and nodded in deep agreement.

Actually, Chen Yiran didn't have any friends from Fujian before. She learned to speak Fujian after graduating and working in the parallel import car industry in her previous life. At that time, everyone in her circle was from Changle, Fujian, so she picked up a Fujian accent. Later, she even had a girlfriend from Changle, so she simply learned the Changle dialect.

After a long day of travel, the two of them went straight to rest when they arrived at the hotel.

I'll be busy tomorrow too.