novellhall Chapter 75 The Mouth is Blessed
Chapter 75 The Mouth is Blessed
After the salesperson walked away, Liu Qianqian whispered to her mother, "Mom, that person is definitely going to lose his job."
During this period, Liu Xiaoli kept saying that her company was inefficient and wouldn't pay her salary next month, so she might lose her job.
The meaning is clear: she should save money. She's putting her knowledge into practice.
"What did you call me?" Liu Xiaoli glared at her, "You won't even take advantage of me."
"What?" Liu Qianqian was stunned for a moment, then opened her slurred mouth and said, "Hehe, Sister Li."
"Good to know, don't panic." Liu Xiaoli pinched her daughter's round face and started to scare her, "What if I lose my job?"
Last night, she and Zhou Wenqiong discussed it and decided that once they won the big prize, their careers would be over.
When the time comes, we'll have both fame and fortune. We'll respond to the government's call to take a leave of absence without pay and rely on our own efforts to conduct training.
She also saw the potential of the industry. Although Zhou Wenqiong was not doing well in the entertainment industry, she was quick-witted and knowledgeable. Some time ago, she had suggested that she start her own training class. At that time, the conditions were not right. Now everything is ready except for the big award.
"I'll support you." Liu Qianqian wasn't worried at all, having a huge sum of money in her hands; supporting someone who just wanted to freeload was a piece of cake.
"So your aunt is unemployed now, will you support her?" Zhou Wenqiong interjected jokingly.
"It's just a matter of adding an extra pair of chopsticks," Liu Qianqian said confidently.
Though her words were pleasant to hear, they were infuriating. Zhou Wenqiong felt a pang of anger: "Do you think I'm a freeloader?" She slapped Liu Qianqian's little bottom: "By the time you start earning money to support me, your aunt will have starved to death long ago."
"Hehe~" Liu Qianqian sneered, "You'll be eating my food then."
The group bickered, but Zhou Xiaobai remained silent. He had learned his lesson; interfering in women's affairs always led to trouble.
After looking at a few more cars, Liu Xiaoli stopped in front of a red sedan and pointed, "How about this one?" If she couldn't afford a Mercedes-Benz W14, she would buy a Citroën C5.
"This car looks too flimsy," Zhou Wenqiong said with a look of disdain.
Both of them were novice female drivers who had gotten their licenses early but had no real driving experience. The car looked like it wasn't very durable and made people feel uneasy driving it.
"Then you choose, you're such a busybody," Liu Xiaoli couldn't help but retort.
After looking at so many, you keep finding fault, saying this one isn't good enough, that one isn't good enough either. I also want to buy a Mercedes-Benz, but we don't have the means.
Zhou Wenqiong didn't respond to her comment, but instead pointed to the black Santana next to her: "This one is good, practical and safe."
The Santana is tens of thousands of yuan more expensive than the Shenlong, but it's still within my budget, not exceeding 200,000 yuan.
Since you're going to buy it, you should at least choose one that you like and that's durable.
"Mmm, both are fine!" Liu Qianqian echoed, maintaining a perfect balance between her mother and aunt, without wavering at all.
The key issue is that she doesn't know anything about cars, and Zhou Xiaobai had privately told her that they should buy one to drive first, and then give them a big gift at the end of the year—a sports car.
I called Chen Minghua from Times yesterday, and he shared more good news—the album's pre-sales have exceeded one million copies, and the sales target of three million copies this year is expected to be achieved.
Zhou Xiaobai calculated that after deducting the donations to the orphanage, he would still have seven million in his account.
With that kind of confidence, then of course you need a luxury car and a beautiful woman.
This was also the result of his observation: the older sisters liked sports cars, which were cool to drive, and as their younger brother, he certainly couldn't be stingy, so he fulfilled their wishes.
The daughter doesn't know much about cars, and the mother doesn't know much either. Besides knowing about the Mercedes-Benz W14, the only other car she knows is the cool-looking 911 sports car in the center of the booth.
But that car was not something I could have imagined.
The two sisters carefully examined the Santana, offering their opinions and comments.
Naturally, one party raises an opinion, while the other party provides convincing reasons.
The car was tentatively decided, and a test drive was essential. However, when it came time to go, the salesperson seemed reluctant and kept making excuses. He even sat in the back seat without saying a word and didn't bother to explain the driving precautions.
So, Liu Xiaoli nervously got into the new car—in those days, there was no such thing as a test drive car, and cars were in high demand; anything on the shelf was a must-sell item.
Under her control, the car could only crawl slowly around the test track at a speed barely faster than walking.
In the passenger seat, Zhou Wenqiong kept encouraging her, her voice gentle as if comforting a child, yet also as if boasting of being an experienced driver: "Sis, relax, step on the gas, don't be afraid!"
The salesman, sitting in the back, was getting impatient and said, "This place is empty, there are no other cars, drive as you please."
Encouraged by Zhou Wenqiong and urged by the salesperson, Liu Xiaoli's tense nerves gradually relaxed, and she became bolder.
On the second lap, she finally tried to press the accelerator harder, and the engine let out a low growl.
With its 1.6L engine, it's powerful enough to send bricks flying for beginners, delivering a sudden surge of acceleration.
The sudden force startled Liu Xiaoli, causing her to forget to ease off the pedal, and the steering wheel veered off course.
With a screeching sound, the car's right front wheel scraped solidly against the curb and came to a stop.
The car fell silent instantly, and the salesperson in the back seat panicked even more—he had to be, since the payment hadn't been made yet, and he was also responsible; what if the sale wasn't made?
Liu Qianqian, who had run over, looked at her mother inside the car, then at the car door, her eyes filled with disbelief—it's really resistant to impact! Her aunt was absolutely right.
Zhou Xiaobai reacted quickly, yanked open the car door, and helped the trembling Liu Xiaoli out of the car.
Zhou Wenqiong patted her chest, her face also showing fear.
Soon, the dealership manager and repair personnel arrived.
Upon closer inspection, minor scratches were found on the wheel rims, but a rather deep mark was left below the car door.
The manager's smile faded slightly, his tone polite but his attitude firm: "Ms. Liu, while the damage isn't particularly serious, it does affect resale. According to regulations, you are responsible for this car."
Looking at the damaged Santana, Zhou Wenqiong's words flashed through Liu Xiaoli's mind—"This is good, practical and safe...and durable..."
How long has it been?
Is my cousin's prediction really that accurate?
Thinking this, she took a deep breath, turned to the manager, and said in as calm a tone as possible, "Manager, I understand the rules. But it's wrong to make us take responsibility; your problems are much bigger..."
She explained the reasons in detail.
After saying that, he turned to look at the pale-faced salesperson—"You backed out at the last minute when I was selling you the car, you were reluctant during the test drive, and you even urged the female driver to drive fast..."
She understands the reasoning behind it, and the car dealership's demands are also reasonable.
But this can't be entirely blamed on myself; the car dealership's lack of professionalism is also a problem.
The manager, his face contorted with anger, glared at the stammering salesperson…
Seeing this, Zhou Wenqiong added insult to injury: "Manager, if something bad happens to us today, you'll suffer a huge loss. After all, we're just trying to buy a car here, but your sales..."
Her tone was both soft and firm, offering a way out while also pointing out the other person's shortcomings.
The manager frowned, looking troubled. He glanced at the two sisters and then at the silent salesperson.
The matter is clear: as the largest car dealership in Jiangcheng, they still have to be reasonable.
"How about this," the manager offered, "we'll each pay half of the repair costs, and we can offer an additional 5,000 yuan discount on the car price. That's our bottom line."
Upon hearing this, Liu Xiaoli's tone was merciless: "Heh, how much could the repairs cost? If you say the repairs cost 10,000, wouldn't I be the one who got ripped off? Besides, that salesperson didn't follow the rules at all, and didn't even give the proper safety instructions. Shouldn't you bear full responsibility for that?"
After some back and forth, the manager finally pondered for a moment, gritted his teeth, and compromised, saying, "If you sign the contract now, we'll cover all the repair costs, and the car price will be reduced by another 10,000."
Liu Xiaoli and Zhou Wenqiong exchanged a glance. They were satisfied with the result; the car only had minor damage, and there was no need to dwell on it any longer.
In less than half an hour, the contract was signed and the formalities were completed.
The car needs to have its dents and scratches repaired, and license plates need to be processed. The car is scheduled to be picked up in three days.
As they walked out of the car dealership, Zhou Wenqiong couldn't help but tease, "Sister, you've really perfected Qianqian's art of shifting blame!"
Liu Xiaoli glared at her. "So, is your mouth blessed?"
After saying that, she couldn't help but burst into laughter.