Zhu Ning's act of spending two hundred million had made her famous at the venue. After the auto show ended, there were quite a few people surrounding her.
They flattered, probed, and fawned over her, asking to add her on WeChat. Zhu Ning selectively exchanged contact information with those she deemed useful. Liu Hong came over brazenly, also wanting to add her as a friend.
"Miss Zhu, Villa No. 1 is truly extraordinary. I, Liu Hong, am truly convinced. If there was anything during the bidding that made Miss Zhu uncomfortable, please don't take it to heart."
"All were normal bids. How could there be anything uncomfortable?" Zhu Ning said with a smile. "Don't worry, Mr. Liu. I'm not that petty."
Liu Hong forced out a couple of awkward laughs. "That's good, that's good. How about Miss Zhu, we add each other as friends? Maybe we'll have some dealings in the future..."
"Sure."
Liu Hong immediately beamed with joy and hurriedly reached for his phone. Just as he touched it, he suddenly heard Zhu Ning let out an "eh".
"Strange."
She patted the phone screen. The screen lit up and then she turned it off.
"Why isn't it lighting up?"
Liu Hong:???
Zhu Ning: "Is it out of fuel?"
Phones don't need fuel!
Liu Hong: "Just now it..."
He Wenhui popped up from the side. "Let me see." She took the phone, the screen lit up and then she turned it off. "Really, it's really out of 'fuel'."
Liu Hong: "It was lit..."
Song Ya stepped in. "Is the phone broken? I can fix it."
He pretended to take the phone and then, right in front of Liu Hong, turned it off...
Liu Hong:...
Song Ya tapped on the phone screen and the back of the phone case, then seriously and solemnly returned the phone to Zhu Ning.
"I'm sorry, I've done my best."
Zhu Ning took the phone. "Mr. Liu, my phone is 'dead'. I can't add you as a friend."
Liu Hong:...
He Wenhui sighed. "There really is no way."
Duan Zimo chimed in beside them. "There really is no way."
Song Ya nodded. "There really is no way."
They were blatantly treating him like a fool!
Liu Hong's face changed several times. He gritted his teeth and forced out a smile. "It's okay. Since Miss Zhu is not convenient today, we can add each other next time."
Zhu Ning smiled. "It's really unfortunate."
She clearly didn't give him any face. Liu Hong didn't even dare to say a single word. Instead, he had to flatter Zhu Ning and find an excuse for her to save face. Finally, under Zhu Ning's indifferent and awkward attitude, he slunk away dejectedly.
Song Ya saw Liu Hong's departing figure and instructed the people around him, "Put Liu Hong on the blacklist. From now on, in any of my venues, Liu Hong is not allowed to enter."
"Understood."
Then he said to Zhu Ning, "Sorry, Zhu Ning. You came here to have fun but encountered such an annoying guy."
Zhu Ning waved her hand. She didn't take Liu Hong seriously. He was just a money - spending tool.
After the auto show, there was a dinner. The guests chatted merrily, talking about cars and people, and then from people back to cars. Zhu Ning's big - spending at the auto show today really caught people's attention, so she was inevitably brought up.
"I heard that Miss Zhu bought a Divo before today's auto show?"
"I was just lucky. I snatched it before all the big shots. Please don't blame me."
She smiled charmingly. Her words were well - measured, which made everyone at the table burst into laughter. Someone pretended to complain, "It has to be Miss Zhu. You have good taste and act fast. We heard before that the Divo was originally prepared by Mr. Song to be sold at this auto show. Oh, Miss Zhu's snatching it away means we don't even have a chance to touch the car hood."
Someone joked beside them, "Then you should quickly thank Miss Zhu. Not only did she help you save tens of millions, but she also protected your fragile heart."
That person immediately patted his chest as if he was still in shock. "That's right, that's right. I really forgot. If Miss Zhu hadn't bought the car in advance and let the Divo be auctioned here, I would have been even more devastated."
The topic naturally shifted to flattering Zhu Ning.
The subtle and unexaggerated compliments made Zhu Ning feel happy. She thought, this is how it should be. At this level of communication, even if you're unhappy, you have to hold it in for the sake of propriety. What's Liu Hong with his narrow - mindedness?
As they were talking, Zhu Ning noticed that Duan Zimo had looked dejected ever since the Divo was mentioned. When he met her gaze, he forced a calm look. Their interaction immediately became a topic for others.
"Speaking of which, Young Master Duan also has a deep connection with the Divo, right?"
Duan Zimo forced out a smile. "There is indeed some connection." Recalling his beloved car, Duan Zimo said dejectedly, "I've been longing for it for several years. As soon as I had the chance, I went to Europe to buy it. But who knew that we were just not fated?"
After waiting for years and finally getting his beloved car, before he could cherish it for long, something happened to his family. Although he was extremely reluctant, he knew what was more important. The car was sold, but if the family was gone, everything would be gone.
Knowing what was right didn't mean there was no regret.
But fortunately, his Divo wasn't bought by someone like Liu Hong.
Duan Zimo lowered his head and silently wiped his tears.
Zhu Ning looked at Duan Zimo, who looked like a sad parent sending their daughter away in marriage, and twitched the corner of her mouth speechlessly.
"It's not a big deal."
She took out the car keys of the Divo from her handbag and directly tossed them to him.
"Here, borrow it and drive."
The rather heavy car keys landed in his hand. Duan Zimo's face went blank for a moment. He stared at Zhu Ning with his mouth open, not knowing what to do.
"No..."
Zhu Ning: "Don't you like it?"
Duan Zimo held the car keys with both hands and looked at Zhu Ning.
It was already dark. The orange lights in the manor made the place quiet and warm. Zhu Ning stood across from him, with a look of confusion in her clear eyes.
"No, then what will you drive..."
Song Ya was talking to Pei Jin when he noticed that the other person didn't respond for a long time and was quietly looking at a certain place.
He followed his gaze and saw Zhu Ning grinning from ear to ear as she took out a bunch of keys from her bag.
"Clang clang!"
"I have so many more."
The soft sound of the car keys colliding sounded like a string of wind chimes at night in Pei Jin's ears.
Duan Zimo felt a pang in his heart. Holding the car keys, he said, "Thank you, Zhu Ning."
Zhu Ning said, "Don't crash it. If you do, you have to pay for it."
Duan Zimo grinned. "Sure."
Zhu Ning also laughed.
Pei Jin: "This Miss Zhu is really generous."
She is very generous to her friends.
Song Ya unconsciously straightened his back, feeling a sense of pride. "Zhu Ning's personality is really impeccable."
Pei Jin glanced at him but didn't say anything. He walked towards the center of the gathering.
A salesperson asked Zhu Ning if all the newly - bought cars would be transported to Villa No. 1.
"The garage probably won't be able to fit them all," Song Ya said.
Calculated by area, each super - car takes up about 30 square meters. The 200 - square - meter private underground garage of Villa No. 1 in Jinting Yufu is obviously not big enough for eight sports cars.
Hearing this, Zhu Ning only thought for a moment and then said, "It's simple. I'll just buy another villa to specifically park my cars."
The people who had witnessed her spending a fortune on cars:...
After she said that, she excitedly wanted to start preparing to buy a house and even asked the people around if they had any good housing recommendations.
Seeing that they were already discussing which area's houses had more appreciation potential and how many houses to buy, Song Ya came back to his senses from his daze. No, he just mentioned the parking space issue. Why was she going to buy a house again? Did her money grow on trees?
"I..."
"If you're going to specifically buy a house to park your sports cars, I suggest you buy a manor directly."
A steady and clear male voice came. The originally noisy crowd immediately fell silent.
"A manor?"
Zhu Ning's heart skipped a beat. In fact, ever since she stepped into this place, she had been yearning for a manor.
Pei Jin's suggestion now really hit the mark.
"Do you have any good housing recommendations?"
As soon as the words fell, the people around fell silent again.
Some people even secretly sneered at Zhu Ning for treating Pei Jin like a real - estate agent.
But the next second, Pei Jin said, "Yes."
He took out his phone. "Scan me."
"I'll take you there tomorrow."
The venue was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. The people in the venue looked at each other in astonishment.
When did this young master of the wealthy family start working as a real - estate agent?