Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 1147 - 1123. Having money

Due to this unexpected change, Song Sancheng became much more calm and low-key along the way. Now, getting out of the car and seeing someone quickly approaching him at the entrance of the 4S shop, his spirit was revived.

He was wearing a newly bought wool sweater and pants, with shoes that had hidden lifts and fleece lining. Even his nameless jacket was brand new.

Not to mention, the car he just got out of was close to a million yuan.

At this moment, someone quickly approached him from inside the store: "Hello, welcome — sir, which model would you like to know about?"

The thing is, the most expensive model in their shop is only a little over 300,000, which is still different from the car in front of him that’s not even two years old.

Moreover, look at the handsome couple following him...

The salesperson immediately raised their voice with confidence: "Sir, are you here to buy a car for the kids?"

Song Sancheng: ...

He couldn’t keep his confident face, speaking in a muffled voice: "I’m looking for myself — just that model, that 150,000 model XX!"

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His gaze just lingered on the car outside for a moment before he warmly said, "Alright, let’s go over here. Ah, uncle, you have a good eye. This model not only just had a price adjustment, but also has excellent performance..."

Lun Chuan was taken aback: "Uncle wasn’t planning to buy another car?"

Going from 100,000, he increased it to 500,000 for him. Although Lun Chuan persuaded him to look at cars priced in the tens of thousands, he didn’t expect him to not struggle at all and go directly for the main topic with the first car.

Song Tan leaned closer and whispered to him: "He’s reluctant. My income increased in the second half of the year, and I give my mom 50,000 a month, but she only gives him 2,000."

"So don’t see him finding everything good; actually, his psychological price is estimated to be around 150,000."

"The New Year is approaching, and he still wants to play cards, and the car needs insurance. Expensive cars he can’t afford to maintain. He dares not drive them for fear of bumps and scratches."

Lun Chuan thought of Song Sancheng maintaining a steady speed of 50 on the dashboard all the way there and couldn’t help but fall silent.

At this moment, he pondered and said, "Then I’ll handle the car insurance."

With 2,000 yuan a month, though he doesn’t have much to spend on in the village, clearly pulling out thousands at once is quite the pressure.

"Then I won’t interfere!"

Not short of money, Song Tan didn’t fuss: "Won’t stop you from making an impression; go ahead and negotiate yourself."

She sat on the sofa and pulled out her phone, while Lun Chuan patted her shoulder and went along with Song Sancheng to look at cars.

But these days, everyone racked their brains to sell cars, and he came in driving a million-yuan car but wanted to look at a car worth tens of thousands first. The salesperson, while leading, directed his attention to another model slightly more expensive by tens of thousands.

The performance wasn’t particularly outstanding, but the space was bigger and wider.

Song Sancheng listened, his face full of approval.

The salesperson then retreated two steps: "Uncle, actually, we have another gem in the store..."

The car was right at the C-position, with a huge price tag placed on top, though the price was for reference only; the actual landing price was another matter. Still, Song Sancheng quickly turned his head:

"I don’t want it."

Salesperson: ???

"Uncle, no problem. You can choose any model you like. But we can first learn about it and make comparisons... Why don’t you sit inside first?"

So considerate. Once used to sitting in a good car, comparing it with others later, wouldn’t the difference just become apparent!

But Song Sancheng had been frugal for half his life, though he loved face, it was never more important than money, let alone he’s buying a car and doesn’t have a penny on him.

Now he was even more resolved: "Too expensive, I don’t want it, I just want to see that 150,000 model!"

Salesperson: ...

Alright, in their line of work, what type of customers haven’t they seen? If he wants to experience it, let him experience it!

Not to mention, sitting in a 150,000 car feels different from sitting in one worth nearly 300,000.

But... Song Sancheng had only sat in a 20,000 pickup before, where the seats were worn out and peeling; how could it compare to this new car?

So much so that his eyes gleamed, if it weren’t for rationality dictating he should compare with other shops, he’d wish to make the decision immediately.

"Xiaolun, come and see, how’s this car?"

Having the experience of buying a pickup before, Song Sancheng really didn’t want to ask Song Tan.

Because this daughter of his was simply unlike anyone from Lao Song’s family, always knowing what exactly she needs.

Wanting to haul goods, she’d directly look at pickups, then this second car, should she want a large trunk, wouldn’t he have to buy a Wuling van?

No, no, no!

At this moment, the only one he could trust was Lun Chuan.

Lun Chuan sat in the passenger seat, then turned to check the back seat before finally speaking with a smile: "Uncle, do you want to try the one around 200,000?"

He gestured with his arm: "This car’s space is too small; if Qiaoqiao gets in, she won’t have enough room to stretch."

Song Sancheng didn’t notice anything wrong because he and Wu Lan were both short, and compared to Wu Lan, Song Sancheng was even slimmer.

But now that he mentioned it, it reminded Song Sancheng of his two children’s height, and he couldn’t help but nod repeatedly:

"Right, right, my wife and I didn’t have a nutritious diet when we were young and did laborious work, so our height was stunted. Qiaoqiao is tall, and it might be cramped for her in this car in the future."

But a car worth 200,000 makes a significant difference too.

He hesitated for a moment: "Forget it, let’s not try it. Let’s check out other places; getting a car worth tens of thousands would be just fine."

Lun Chuan had some knowledge about cars and smiled now: "Uncle, that car offers decent value for money, it’s fuel-efficient and has stable performance — if you really like it, you might as well give it a try."

"I just told Tantan, my mom and I will be staying here for quite a while and feel bad for not preparing anything. If you like it, I’ll cover the difference and insurance."

Song Sancheng quickly turned his head, incredulous: "You’ll cover it? It’s several tens of thousands!"

Lun Chuan nodded: "Yeah, don’t worry about the money. My work is going quite well, I earn about one to two million a month."

Song Sancheng felt a bit light-headed.

He knew Lun Chuan was wealthy — you can’t buy a million-yuan car without money!

But being rich and having a lot of money are two different concepts. After all, car down payments are low now; pay a bit, and you can drive off.

Just how wealthy is he?

He couldn’t imagine it. The amount his daughter made selling things once already seemed incredible to him. Unfortunately, the more they make, the more they spend, and they lease a lot of land; there will be major expenses next year as well.

This money comes and goes, and he has no real concept of wealth.

Now, hearing Lun Chuan talk about earning one to two million a month...

Hiss! No wonder his daughter praised him for having money; he truly does!

But now, he was even more reluctant: "You both can stay as long as you like; you’re welcome to stay for decades. There’s no need to talk about formalities, especially since you brought so many gifts; it’s too impersonal!"

"As for buying a car, we should choose one matching our level; it doesn’t have to be an expensive one — we’ve only seen one so far, let’s look at other places, no need to use your money!"

Song Sancheng thought: My daughter hasn’t married yet, I can’t use the son-in-law’s money at this time, isn’t that demeaning the child!

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