Jiang City, at the entrance of Hengtong Used Car Market.
As the largest used car market in Jiang City, it's usually packed with people, a chaotic scene of firsthand activity.
However, today, the Hengtong Used Car Market is eerily quiet!
Everyone's attention is focused on the entrance of a showroom.
To be precise, their attention is focused on the limited edition Koenigsegg parked at the entrance!
"That car, if I'm not mistaken, is it Shen Qingxi's, the eldest son of the Shen family?"
"There are plenty of wealthy people in Jiang City, but only that young master can afford 130 million for a car!"
"Speaking of which, what's he doing at the used car market? And why did he bring this car here? Is he planning to sell it?"
"Don't be ridiculous. With the Shen family's size, even cars they're tired of driving are just sitting in the garage. Why would they need to sell them?"
"It's not impossible. I heard the Shen Group is in big trouble."
"Oh? Tell me more!"
I heard someone in Beijing is making moves, spreading rumors that things are about to change, and the Shen Group is going to go bankrupt!"
Shen Qingxi, who had just gotten out of the car, heard the surrounding discussions and his lips twitched slightly.
This is ridiculous! Who came up with such childish talk?
Shen Qingxi could only say, "I'm convinced, truly convinced!"
Shen Qingxi gazed longingly at his limited-edition Koenigsegg.
His eyes were filled with reluctance; he had been in this utterly insane world for twenty-two years. He hadn't even had enough of being a rich second-generation heir before his family was about to go bankrupt!
Shen Qingxi still remembered the letter his parents had sent him that morning. The letter contained only three things. First, the Shen Group had offended someone in Beijing who wanted to take action against it , and they were already about to act; his parents couldn't withstand it. Second, the Shen Group was in serious financial trouble, with expenses exceeding income, and many families in Jiang City were planning to take advantage of the situation to cut off a piece of the Shen Group's assets. Third, to weather the crisis, his parents had already flown to Siberia overnight, intending to dig potatoes and earn five billion yuan before returning to save the Shen Group. Heaven knows what Shen Qingxi's expression was when he saw this letter.
What the hell were potatoes? They could make five billion yuan? He'd probably never come back. The most absurd thing was, why didn't they take him with them when they ran away? The letter ended with a sentence: to cover their tracks and to prevent the people in Beijing from noticing they'd run away. No, to find an opportunity to rise again, he, Shen Qingxi, needed to stay in Jiang City. While taking over the group, he would do his best to ensure its survival. In short, he'd been sold out by his irresponsible parents.
Before he could even process the information, he received a call from his secretary's office: Young Master Shen had officially been promoted to General Manager Shen. And, today, he needed to pay salaries to all subsidiaries.
However, the company account only had 300,000 yuan left!
Not even enough to pay the utility bills.
So, Shen Qingxi appeared here, along with his most precious little Ke.
The fat boss rubbed his hands together, like a fly, cautiously approaching Shen Qingxi.
Although the Shen Group was currently in crisis, even a starved camel is bigger than a horse.
A group of this size was not one he could afford to offend.
"Um, Mr. Shen, no, now it should be Mr. Shen!
Are you sure you want to sell your precious little darling?"
Shen Qingxi took off his sunglasses.
"Nonsense, do you think I'm joking with you? Like I said, one hundred million, you can drive the car away. There are only three in the whole country.I know you have resources and connections with some young masters, so selling it won't be difficult. Your profit will be substantial."
The fat boss scratched his head. "Mr. Shen is right. I'm not playing games with you. This car, one hundred million, I definitely can make a profit."
Shen Qingxi said, "That's fine then. I only have one request: be quick. I need the money today! I don't care if you borrow, take out a loan, or whatever, as long as I get the money.
Remember, it's one hundred million after tax."
The fat man was taken aback. "Um, Mr. Shen, you're selling it personally, so you don't need to pay taxes."
Shen Qingxi was surprised. "Is that so? That's even better. Anyway, you just need to guarantee I get one hundred million!"
The fat man nodded. "Okay, I've already raised the money in advance. I can transfer the money to you now."
Shen Qingxi looked at the bank transfer notification on his phone.
He was completely stunned.
This is truly a crazy short drama fusion world. Look at this, a transaction of 100 million doesn't even need approval.
No prior reporting is required, and damn it, he can even transfer money via mobile banking.
Shen Qingxi coughed twice and pointed to a Panda parked to the side.
"That car, is it yours?"
The fat man nodded: "Yes, it is, President Shen."
Shen Qingxi smiled: "Look, Fatty, I let you make such a big profit, it's not too much for you to give me that Panda, right?
That thing, a new one is only 20,000 or 30,000, you shouldn't be stingy, right?"
The fat man was stunned for a moment, but quickly said: "Of course not, if you like it, I'll arrange the transfer for you right now!"
Shen Qingxi nodded: "You're sensible, Fatty. By the way, is this thing gasoline-powered? I still need to keep my license plate!"
The fat man nodded: "Don't worry, it's guaranteed to be."
As one of the top players in this used car market, the fat man went through some procedures very quickly!
In less than an hour, Shen Qingxi owned a Panda.
Hmm... looking at the three transfer records on the green book (of ownership certificate), well, even though it's a four-times-used Panda, it's not bad. The license plate was quickly made, and Shen Qingxi drove his four-times-used Panda with the license plate Jiang A88888, leaving the used car market
amidst the bewildered gazes of the others.
The fat man suppressed the words he was about to say to Shen Qingxi. This young master shouldn't be stopped in Jiang City, right? After all, a Panda with the license plate Jiang A with five eights looks like a fake plate.
Shaking his head, the fat man reached out and touched the hood of the Koenigsegg.
His face was full of excitement; this precious car really needed a good owner!
The crowd gradually dispersed.
No one noticed that a middle-aged couple, with a suspicious air, quietly slipped away.
They headed straight for the Maybach parked at the market entrance.
After getting in the car, they removed their masks and hats, revealing two faces strikingly similar to Shen Qingxi!
That's right, these two were Shen Feng and Sun Xinci, the couple who were going to Siberia to dig potatoes—Shen Qingxi's parents.
Sun Xinci said, "Honey, isn't it a bit much for us to trick our son like this?"