Hezhong Mercedes Zhang Xiaoya: Mr. Li, hello! I'm Zhang Xiaoya, sales rep at Hezhong Mercedes. Nice to meet you! Here's the deal—it's after hours now, so I can only process your deposit tomorrow when we're open. If you come early, though, you won't even need to bother with it.
Li Bin: Nah, I'll pay the deposit. Gives you a heads-up to lock it in with your 4S crew—no fuck-ups that way. How much? I'll send it now! I need that car tomorrow, no excuses—you get me?
Hezhong Mercedes Zhang Xiaoya: Got it, got it! Leave it to me—I'll sort it out for you, no problem. Deposit's 10,000 yuan.
Li Bin: Cool!
Li Bin yanked a million out of his Alipay into his bank card, then fired off 12,000 yuan to her via WeChat.
Li Bin: [Li Bin has transferred 12,000 yuan to you]
Li Bin: It's late, sorry for bugging you after hours. The extra 2,000's for a midnight snack. I'll be there early tomorrow—make sure I get that car, alright?
Hezhong Mercedes Zhang Xiaoya: Mr. Li, you're too kind! I can't take the extra—that's too much! I'm already so grateful you're buying from me and boosting my sales!
The chick sounded all flustered. Big spenders like Li Bin who didn't haggle were rare as fuck.
Most rich pricks pinched pennies, and if they tipped, it came with strings. Li Bin? No agenda—just straight-up dropping cash and a bonus like it was nothing. For Zhang Xiaoya, a rookie in car sales, it felt like a damn dream.
But there it was—10,000 deposit and 2,000 tip, cold hard cash. Nobody fucks around with that much money for a prank.
"Wait~~ Could it really be like the fortune teller said? I'd meet a big shot this year? ~~ This Mr. Li~~ Is he my lucky break? How else does shit this good happen?"
Li Bin: Take it. Just make sure it's handled. That's it—you're busy, I'll see you tomorrow for the car.
Hezhong Mercedes Zhang Xiaoya: Bye-bye, Mr. Li! See you tomorrow!
She closed her phone, sitting in the living room of her shared apartment, watching TV with her three roommates. Zhang Xiaoya jumped up, buzzing with excitement!
"Yesss! ~~ The fortune teller wasn't bullshitting! I'm really meeting my big shot this year!! Fucking awesome!"
"Xiaoya, what's got you so hyped? What happened?" One of the girls, munching snacks on the couch, shot her a curious look.
"No, no—not that! Quit guessing dumb shit. Some guy chasing me isn't worth this—I'd be annoyed as hell! I just met a loaded dude who's crazy generous!" Zhang Xiaoya spilled the whole story to her three roommates—Li Bin casually dropping the deposit and tip to snag an E300L, no questions asked.
"No way—you're making this up! True or fake?"
"He just calls you out of nowhere~~ adds you on WeChat and books it? No haggling, no discounts, just deposits it?"
"What?! 2,000 tip?! That's insane—he's not worried you're a scammer?"
"Scammer, my ass! You ever see a scammer throw 12,000 at you upfront? What's he scamming?" Her roommates—all around her age, fresh out of college—were just as stunned. Like attracts like, and these girls were all 90/100 in looks and bodies.
No outsiders in their shared pad, so they lounged in skimpy outfits—cleavage peeking, long legs on display, some half-covered, others in sheer tops showing off tender, snowy tits.
Tall, slim, dark, fair, big boobs, long legs—each had her own vibe, but every one was a hot, youthful stunner.
"How's there a guy like that? This feels like a damn TV drama! Maybe your love luck's kicking in?"
"Real rich folks don't waste time bargaining. In the time they'd haggle, they could make ten, a hundred times that!"
"Big spender like that? Not your average Joe—bet he's a trust fund kid! Xiaoya, this is your shot—class jump, baby!"
"You snag a rich boy, don't forget your sisters!"
The girls erupted into giddy, chirpy chaos, teasing and roughhousing.
Zhang Xiaoya, blushing and pouting, shot back, "No way! I'm gonna buy a place in Hangzhou with my own hustle—climb the ladder on my own terms!"