Chapter 850 - 311: Taking Over 10% of Biwadi Shares from Buffett (Part 4)

Chapter 850: Chapter 311: Taking Over 10% of Biwadi Shares from Buffett (Part 4)

See? Now that’s what I call attentive service.

Wang Yanyun: "This motorhome is built on the Mercedes-Benz ACTROS 6×2 chassis, with dimensions of 11980×2500×3900 (mm). For power, it’s equipped with a Mercedes OM501LA V-type 6-cylinder 12-liter intelligent turbocharged engine, max output 265kW, that’s 360 horsepower, and max torque 1850 Nm. The transmission is a new 12-speed POWERSHIFT fully automatic gearbox, top speed 110 km/h. On top of that, the new vehicle has a 400-liter main fuel tank plus an auxiliary tank, greatly extending its range. The body is huge, living 5–6 people is totally fine, more than enough for a whole family’s accommodation. The bathroom has dry-wet separation, just like a five-star hotel experience. The master bedroom bed can sleep 3–4 people, and there’s a folding bed that can sleep two. Mr. Yang, let me have you try how the master bed feels."

As she spoke, she flopped down on the bed and inched forward bit by bit, deliberately tracing out the curves of her body.

The key thing was she was wearing black stockings and a short skirt—this move was really treating Yang Chen like he wasn’t an outsider.

Yang Chen: "Are all these sofas and chairs real leather?"

Wang Yanyun: "Of course! All genuine leather, super techy vibe, and feels great to the touch. Mr. Yang, come try how this bed feels."

Damn, quit playing—how am I supposed to ’try’ that together with you?

Brother Chen is not about to be seduced by you.

Yang Chen sat down on the sofa and felt it out; it was indeed very nice.

Seeing that Yang Chen wouldn’t get on the bed and chose the sofa instead, Wang Yanyun quickly climbed down, sat beside him, and deliberately bounced up and down on the sofa under the excuse of "testing the elasticity," her whole body wobbling quite dramatically.

Yang Chen buys things purely by whether he vibes with them—if he likes the look, he buys; he doesn’t really pay much attention to detailed specs.

This motorhome looked great: very spacious and imposing.

It was a bit big, 11.98 meters long, but still acceptable.

"How much is this one?" Yang Chen asked.

Wang Yanyun: "12.8 million!"

Damn, that’s not cheap.

But a city bus is already several hundred thousand to a million-plus; something this big, with such luxury equipment, and under Mercedes-Benz’s badge—12.8 million is actually fair.

Yang Chen nodded and said, "I’ll have my friend come take a look later. If she’s happy with it too, we’ll buy this one."

Wang Yanyun: "Where is your friend? I can send someone to pick her up to come see it."

Yang Chen: "She’s eating. Once she finishes, she’ll come find me. I’ll go down and look around some more."

Wang Yanyun nodded and quickly led Yang Chen down to check out the exterior.

As Yang Chen looked around, he called Fang Yingqi.

Yang Chen: "Qiqi, I’ve found a motorhome that’s really nice. Do you want to come check it out?"

Fang Yingqi: "If you like it, that’s enough for me. I’m just following your lead—if you ride a shared bike, I’ll sit on the shared bike; if you ride a motorcycle, I’ll ride pillion on the motorcycle. Whatever kind of motorhome you drive, that’s the motorhome I’ll ride in."

Yang Chen: "So basically ’marry a chicken, follow the chicken; marry a dog, follow the dog.’ Right?"

Fang Yingqi: "Hehe... that’s exactly it. I’m here—where are you?"

Yang Chen: "Keep walking inward, there’s a giant there, a Mercedes-Benz."

Fang Yingqi: "Oh, you mean the Elson motorhome, right? I know it. I’m coming!"

Just then, the manager walked over with a young man sporting a slicked-back pompadour.

One look at that big slicked-back hair and you could tell he was the type who loved to show off—head held high, chest out, hands clasped behind his back, looking every bit like some leader doing an inspection.

The manager said with a big grin, "President Sun, what do you think? Our motorhome here is pretty badass, isn’t it?"

The slicked-back guy pursed his lips and nodded. "Looks decent. Can we go up and have a look inside?"

The manager nodded. "Of course. Wang Yanyun, come here, hurry and take President Sun up to see the interior."

Seems like Wang Yanyun is specifically in charge of showing clients the interior. Yang Chen had already experienced her allure just now—only a man like him, used to seeing beautiful women, could withstand it. Any other guy, or some lecher, would’ve been done for.

What man could resist her lying there calling him over to ’try the bed’?

Yang Chen immediately said to Wang Yanyun, "I’m buying this vehicle. You can’t let anyone else go up to see it."

Wang Yanyun nodded excitedly and quickly said to the manager, "Manager Chen, Mr. Yang says he’s buying this one and won’t let anyone else go up to look."

The slicked-back guy instantly walked over, no longer holding his head high and pouting to act cool.

"Beauty, you said he’s buying this motorhome?" Slicked-back asked.

Wang Yanyun nodded with a smile. "I just took Mr. Yang up to see it. He’s very satisfied and has already decided to buy it."

Manager Chen looked utterly helpless, thinking, "This fool—why is it that no matter how much I teach her, she never learns? How could a delivery guy possibly afford a 12.8-million motorhome? Is that really so hard to see? Clueless day in, day out."

Slicked-back burst out laughing. "Beauty, you’re way too naive. Isn’t it obvious he’s messing with you? How many deliveries do you think he’d need to run to afford this? Bro, instead of properly delivering food, what are you doing here tricking a young girl? Doesn’t your conscience sting?"

Yang Chen shot him a sideways glance and didn’t bother responding.

Wang Yanyun hurriedly said, "Manager Chen, I just saw his bank SMS. There’s 1.28 billion in deposits in it."

Holy crap, girl—clearly it’s 12.8 billion, how did you suddenly shrink it by a factor of ten?

Still, whatever—that’s more than enough to buy this vehicle.

Manager Chen shook his head speechlessly. "Only you would believe that. Can’t you recognize the clothes he’s wearing? How many deliveries do you think he’d need to earn that kind of money? Clueless, every single day."

Wang Yanyun looked aggrieved and asked, "Mr. Yang, could you show us that SMS again?"

Yang Chen: "No."

Slicked-back: "Ha! You can fool a little girl, but you’re afraid you can’t fool us, so you don’t dare show it, huh? Beauty, now do you believe he’s scamming you? Come on, take me up to see the vehicle. If I like it, I really will buy it."

Just then, Fang Yingqi walked over.

The moment Slicked-back saw her, his eyes lit up instantly.

"Qiqi! What are you doing here? What a coincidence! I’m your fan!" he said, rushing over in excitement.