They wanted you to divorce and leave, but you became a rich woman's dream man.

"Honestly, Jingjing takes care of us the whole time at work, haha."

A male colleague sitting in the corner said with a smile, his face showing some gratitude.

"That's right, Jingjing has picked up all my packages and takeout for me countless times."

Another female colleague quickly chimed in, her eyes full of friendliness.

"Jingjing is the beauty queen of our company, an absolute gem. Brother Zhou will have to pamper her more in the future," an older female colleague said half-jokingly, her tone tinged with envy.

Several female colleagues responded enthusiastically to Sun Dali, creating a lively atmosphere.

The male colleagues also raised their glasses, said a few polite words with smiles, and clinked glasses with Sun Dali, their actions showing a degree of respect.

After all, Sun Dali is a native of Shanghai, with a house and a Shanghai hukou (household registration). In everyone's eyes, his starting point in life is much higher than others.

"It's not as good as you all say. Everyone has taken good care of me at work, and I should thank you all." Liang Jing's cheeks flushed slightly, and she took a small sip of her wine.

The light shone on her face, adding to her gentle beauty.

Looking at the tables in the booths, they were filled with exquisite desserts and delicious dishes, with several bottles of beer on the side.

Most of these beers are priced under 50 yuan, including Snow Beer Brave the World, Tsingtao Classic, and Harbin Wheat King.

This bar has no minimum spending requirement. For booths like theirs that can accommodate 10 people, the normal cost per person is under 200 yuan.

This also reflects the spending power of this group of people. Although they yearn for a petit-bourgeois, refined and trendy life, their economic strength is limited, and they have to be careful with every penny.

Sun Dali was in high spirits when he first praised several girls present. His words were full of sincerity, which made the girls smile from ear to ear.

Then he chatted with a few boys about car knowledge, from the principles of engines to the performance of different car brands. He spoke eloquently and occasionally told a joke, making everyone laugh. The atmosphere was very harmonious.

Just then, a vibrant female singer appeared on stage, holding a microphone and radiating confidence.

After a few brief opening remarks, a high-energy background music suddenly started playing.

She sang a classic song from over twenty years ago, "Seventeen Years Old," and her playful and infectious voice instantly ignited the atmosphere.

Everyone was immersed in the beautiful singing, and laughter filled the booths.

Ah Biao sat quietly to the side, listening to their conversation, his head slightly lowered.

Actually, he had a premonition, but when he saw the interaction between Liang Jing and Sun Dali, a sense of loss still welled up in his heart.

This feeling is like when you've had a crush on a girl in college for a long time, and she suddenly walks past you holding hands with another guy.

Although not exactly heartbroken, the feelings of inferiority, loss, and melancholy lingered.

He had always been aware of his situation and hadn't invested too much in the relationship, but at this moment, he still felt a little uneasy.

"Handsome, don't just keep eating, come and have some drinks!"

A female colleague, Song Dan, dressed in a low-cut top, slightly stood up, bent down, and poured Gao Jun a glass of beer from a beer bottle. This action revealed her deep cleavage.

Gao Jun smiled and thanked him, politely reaching out to take the wine glass, his eyes showing a hint of gentleness.

"Xiao Biao, since you brought such a handsome young man, I'll fill your glass too!" Song Dan covered her mouth and chuckled softly, then turned around to fill A Biao's glass.

Ah Biao snapped out of his daze and said, somewhat flattered, "Thank you, Sister Dan."

He didn't have much contact with Song Dan on a regular basis. He only knew that she was the company's accountant and a long-time employee, but he didn't expect her to be so enthusiastic today.

This made A-Biao truly understand what it means to have "good looks as justice".

Other female colleagues also joined in the fun, casually inquiring about Gao Jun's situation.

A handsome guy like Gao Jun is always the center of attention wherever he goes.

Being able to drink and chat with him, just looking at his handsome face, is a pleasure in itself.

His looks are so striking that even in top-tier shopping malls, you'd be hard-pressed to find someone with such good looks, no matter how much you pay.

Liang Jing couldn't help but glance at Gao Jun's face.

Their eyes met unintentionally, and Liang Jing's heart skipped a beat, as if she had been electrocuted. She quickly looked away.

She felt that this boy looked familiar, as if she had seen him in a short video.

It appears to be a video of someone playing guitar and singing. Although a long time has passed, the amazing feeling she had at the time remains in her memory.

Moreover, Gao Jun's eyes are extremely distinctive.

Her lower eyelids are delicate and perfect, her double eyelids are long and soft, and her eyes are slightly upturned with a healthy rosy glow.

Beneath her long, thick eyelashes were a pair of clear, bright eyes, as if they held the stars and the sea.

Everyone listened to music, enjoyed delicious food, and drank beer, with laughter echoing in the booths.

For some reason, the topic seemed to revolve around Gao Jun.

This caused Sun Dali, who had come with high hopes, to gradually turn sour. He had come here today partly to assert his ownership of Liang Jing, and partly to integrate into Liang Jing's circle of colleagues and learn about her usual character and conduct from the sidelines.

But now, the topic always seems to revolve around Gao Jun, and Liang Jing's demeanor is different from before, clearly influenced by Gao Jun.

Looking at Gao Jun's excessively handsome face, Sun Dali's competitive spirit was immediately aroused, and he couldn't sit still.

Sun Dali coughed twice, just about to speak.

"Come on, let's raise a glass!" Song Dan, with her ample bosom, shouted loudly.

"cheers!"

"Cheers!" The crowd responded enthusiastically, the clinking of glasses creating a crisp and pleasant sound.

Sun Dali's expression froze, and he swallowed back the words he had prepared, only able to raise his glass with everyone else.

"Clink-clank-clank—" The trembling sounds of the clinking wine glasses intertwined.

"Glug glug," A-Biao gulped down several mouthfuls of wine. The icy liquid slid down his throat, refreshing him and easing his heavy heart a little.

He thought to himself, "This is fine too. Women will only slow down the speed at which I save money."

Instead of wasting time on this, I'd rather tinker with my 2TB SSD, learn a foreign language while appreciating the unique charm of my teachers.

So he put his hand on Gao Jun's shoulder and started chatting with him again.

Other female colleagues, including Liang Jing, would occasionally chime in, making the atmosphere exceptionally harmonious.

Upon hearing Gao Jun mention his plan to buy a car in Shanghai, Sun Dali raised an eyebrow and a strange smile appeared on his face.

He coughed twice and raised his voice slightly, saying, "Gao Jun, what a coincidence, I work in the car trading industry. If you're really planning to buy a car in Shanghai, just contact me directly, and I'll definitely give you a great deal."

"Oh?" Gao Jun was slightly taken aback, and an expression of interest appeared on his face.

Liang Jing explained from the side, "Dali is the manager of the company's marketing department."

Sun Dali smiled subtly, “However, our company mainly deals in high-end luxury brands, such as Rolls-Royce, Bentley, and McLaren. Even the worst ones are BMW, Mercedes-Benz, and Audi.”

Wow, is it really that high-end?

"I saw the company on Douyin before, and it does have a lot of luxury cars."

“These are all big businesses starting at hundreds of thousands, which is too far removed from ordinary people like us.” The surrounding colleagues immediately showed expressions of admiration.

Looking at Sun Dali, who exuded an air of elite sophistication, and hearing about his position and work, A Biao couldn't help but feel a pang of inferiority. Gao Jun, on the other hand, became even more interested after hearing Sun Dali's introduction.

He wants to buy a top-of-the-line supercar, which most car dealerships might not even have.

After thinking for a moment, he said seriously, "How about we exchange contact information first, and then talk in detail in private?"

Right now, he was surrounded by Ah Biao and his colleagues, and the atmosphere was just right for drinking, chatting, and listening to music.

He's not the type to show off, nor does he want to be too flamboyant.

Sun Dali shook his head and said with a smile, "Tell me your budget or target car model first, and I'll see if the dealership has anything suitable. That way, we won't waste each other's time."

In big cities like Shanghai, the automotive industry is extremely competitive, and the price of a car is lower than in smaller cities.

He figured Gao Jun only wanted to come to Shanghai to buy a car because it was cheap. The other party was just a recent college graduate, brought by Liang Jing's colleague, Abiao, and at most wanted to buy a mid-size car like a Camry or Passat.

Thinking of this, Sun Dali leaned back on the sofa in the booth, his eyes fixed on Gao Jun's face, as if trying to see if the other party would show an embarrassed expression.

A glint flashed in Gao Jun's eyes.

From Sun Dali's expression and tone just now, he keenly sensed the other party's ulterior motives.

This unfounded sense of superiority and condescending attitude is really uncomfortable.

Gao Jun's smile faded, and he said calmly, "I've recently become quite interested in supercars and want to buy one that costs over 1000 million. Do you have any suitable ones?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the booth fell silent. Everyone looked at each other, unsure of what to say.

Even Sun Dali, who was waiting to see the joke, was stunned and subconsciously asked, "More than 1000 million?"

Gao Jun nodded slightly, picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and didn't look up at him. Sun Dali's expression changed instantly.

"Hey kid, are you kidding me?"

Cars priced over 1000 million are all like the Bugatti Veyron or Pagani Zonda; there are only a handful available for sale in the entire city of Shanghai.

The most expensive car they currently have in stock is a McLaren 720S that costs less than 800 million.

If you have enough time, you might be able to get your hands on a top-tier supercar worth over ten million through certain channels.

But people who can afford cars of this caliber must be at least billionaires, and those are people at the top of society.

He didn't believe Gao Jun could afford it, much less use the company's connections for something so unlikely. (End of Chapter)