Super Tycoon: I Beg You, Stop Pulling Stunts

Lin Chu had been to this luxury car dealership many times before. Back when he was in financial sales, he closed his very first deal right here.

A client had taken out a short-term loan using an AMG as collateral, and this dealership was the partner.

But this was honestly the first time Lin Chu had come here as a customer.

He couldn’t help but feel a little sentimental.

"Hey? Xiaolin, you’re here?"

After parking the car, Lin Chu led Zhang Peng into the showroom. A chubby manager in his forties, dressed in a shirt and slacks, greeted them casually.

Lin Chu smiled and nodded. "Brother Wang, good afternoon."

Wang Anquan, the sales manager here, had a lot of client resources. Many salespeople from Lin Chu’s old company, including himself, used to try to get on his good side.

Of course, that was in the past.

"Where’s Old Xu? Why didn’t he come?"

Wang Anquan asked bluntly.

A faint smile touched the corners of Lin Chu’s lips. "I quit that job. I’m not here for business today. I’m here to buy a car."

Buy a car?

Wang Anquan was slightly stunned, but he recovered quickly. "Alright then! Come on in, please. Hey, we’ve actually gotten a few great cars in recently. Really good value. What’s your budget? I can give you a recommendation."

Many in financial sales needed to keep up appearances, buying a used luxury car like a BMW or an Audi. It was a good way to look the part without breaking the bank.

They could even finance it.

With a small down payment, they could drive it right off the lot.

Wang Anquan figured Lin Chu was definitely looking for that kind of deal.

"Budget... I’m torn between a Lamborghini and a Ferrari," Lin Chu said nonchalantly.

Wang Anquan: ?

He froze again.

It took him a good ten seconds to snap out of it.

He stared at Lin Chu in disbelief, seeing that he didn’t seem to be lying, nor did he look crazy.

’He’s serious!’

But still, the shock was just too much.

’How long has it been? Just a few months ago, wasn’t he struggling to chase deals?’

"For real? You’re not pulling my leg, are you...?" he asked, still not quite daring to believe it. But he was all smiles as he offered two cigarettes, one to Lin Chu and one to Zhang Peng.

Lin Chu took the cigarette. "Why don’t you give Old Xu a call and ask? Then you’ll know."

Hearing Lin Chu say that, and seeing how calm and composed he was, Wang Anquan was suddenly eighty or ninety percent convinced.

Although a sliver of doubt remained in his heart, the smile on his face grew even brighter. "Come, come, President Lin! This way, President Lin, please."

He went from "Xiaolin" to "President Lin" in an instant.

’At that moment, Wang Anquan’s mind raced, trying to think if he’d ever done anything to slight him. After a moment of thought, he concluded he hadn’t. The most important thing in sales is to not offend anyone.’

’Besides, it seemed Lin Chu had a good impression of him. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have come here to buy a car after getting rich.’

"Between the two, what’s your recommendation?"

Wang Anquan thought for a moment, then quickly said, "My recommendation... well, between these two, from my perspective, if you’re considering resale value, driving comfort, and convenience, then it’s definitely the Ferrari."

"Of course, the Lamborghini has better looks and is flashier. It’s just not as comfortable for daily driving. It’s stiff."

"On a racetrack, it mainly comes down to the driver’s skill."

"This is the honest truth... my boss isn’t here, so I’ll let you in on a secret: you can rent each for a couple of days and see how they feel," he leaned in close to Lin Chu’s ear and added in a low voice.

Having served many high-end clients, Wang Anquan’s main strategy for big shots like this was sincerity.

’Don’t treat the big boss like an idiot. Guys like him have many sources of information.’

’The moment you make him even slightly suspicious, the deal is dead.’

Lin Chu nodded as he listened. ’That’s more or less what I was thinking.’

The two chatted as they walked.

Just then, a black war machine appeared before Lin Chu’s eyes.

Its pure black body gleamed, covered in sharp angles and severe lines that gave it a futuristic, sci-fi feel. Lin Chu’s eyes lit up, as if he’d just seen a perfect ten. It was... love at first sight.

He didn’t even look at the model name.

"Damn, that’s gorgeous. This is the one."

Wang Anquan swallowed hard. "This is a limited edition Lamborghini STO. The seventh one in the country. And it’s in stock."

"This is the one," Lin Chu said, his tone firm, as casual as if he were buying groceries. "How much?"

’That first flutter of the heart is always the strongest.’

Wang Anquan: ...

"Don’t you want to test drive it?"

He was dumbfounded.

Lin Chu smiled and said magnanimously, "Of course I’ll test it. But give me the price first. I need to see if I can afford it! Wouldn’t it be awkward if I can’t?"

Wang Anquan quickly gave him the quote. "The sticker price is 4.8 million. With taxes and insurance, it’ll be under 5.5 million out the door."

Standing to the side, Zhang Peng’s eyelid twitched violently.

’He was planning to invest five million in the startup. And now a car costs five and a half million.’

’Sure enough, my earlier worries were completely unnecessary.’

’I shouldn’t use my own imagination to challenge the boss’s financial might.’

"Alright, I can afford it. This is it, then. I’m gonna go take it for a spin. You handle the paperwork. Peng, you like this car? I can get you one too, you know?"

Lin Chu pulled open the door, got in, and casually teased Zhang Peng.

Zhang Peng: ...

His head was buzzing as if someone had floored the gas pedal. "Bro, I have high blood pressure. Don’t mess with me, this is scary."

Lin Chu couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

’This car might look expensive, but in his hands, it definitely wouldn’t depreciate. Even if he got tired of it and gave it away, he’d get at least a two-fold rebate.’

’To Lin Chu, its purpose was simply to be a big toy.’

’Just for the novelty of it.’

’Daily driving a supercar? Is he crazy?’

’Making your ass suffer just to show off.’

While they waited for the keys, Wang Anquan quickly explained the basics of operating it. The car wasn’t easy to drive and required some getting used to. The throttle had no idle creep, and the interior was full of complex function buttons. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Lin Chu wasn’t in a hurry. He listened attentively for a full half-hour before finally driving the car out, with an employee sitting in the passenger seat to provide guidance.

He took it for a spin.

’No problems. It feels great. A little awkward still, but I’ll get used to it.’

When he drove the car back, Lin Chu saw that Lu Ming and the others had arrived. Xiaolu and Du Xiaoman were there, waiting with eager anticipation.

"Holy shit!"

"He’s really buying it!"

"A Lamborghini!"

Lu Ming stood in front of the car door and cried out, his composure completely shattered.

A one-million-yuan car and a five-million-yuan car are two completely different concepts.

For the former, someone earning half a million a year might grit their teeth and dare to buy it.

For the latter, the annual maintenance costs alone could be around 300,000.

Lin Chu opened the door, got out, and wiped his hands on his clothes. To be honest, he wasn’t sure if it was nerves or excitement, but his hands were covered in sweat.

His first time driving a sports car, and it had already made him wet.

Tsk.

What a little temptress of a car.

Patting Lu Ming’s shoulder, Lin Chu laughed. "I said I was buying it, so of course I’m buying it."

"Old Wang, is the paperwork ready?"

Wang Anquan was already waiting, a stack of documents in his hands. He smiled. "All set, President Lin. Everything’s ready on my end."

A finance employee stood beside him, ready to go.

Lin Chu quickly signed the contract and transferred the money, all without a moment’s hesitation.

"President Lin, we’ve prepared a vehicle delivery ceremony for you. If you’d like..."

Wang Anquan said, beaming, after the money arrived in the account.

"No need. You guys can save the trouble, and I can save some time. I’m heading out."

Lin Chu pulled the door open, sat down, and glanced at Du Xiaoman.

She immediately scurried over to the passenger side, pulled the door open, and plopped down inside. She turned to look at Lin Chu, her face red, a silly grin on her lips. Her heart was racing, and her legs felt a little weak.

’A Lamborghini...’

’She was starting to feel a little hot herself.’

’Hotter and hotter.’

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