The attic has all the information about the past and present, and I became rich by becoming a trader

Yan Fei, who is 1.83 meters tall, did not feel cramped sitting in the driver's seat. He put his hands on the steering wheel and turned it symbolically, his eyes shining brightly.

"If I can't afford it, I can still satisfy my craving."

His expression was full of excitement, like an underage child.

"But Song Youan, let me be honest. I think this one is better than the 296. This little blue one is so cool. The red one is so common."

"I like this one, too." She turned her head and asked Xiao Liu, who was standing next to the car door: "How much does this one cost?"

"The standard configuration is about 540 million." He responded with a smile.

Song Youan was still looking at him, waiting for him to continue. Xiao Liu was stunned for a moment before quickly adding, "The top model is around 700 million."

"Damn, it's so expensive!" Yan Fei retracted his hand in fright, unbuckled his seat belt quickly and got out of the car.

It is double the landing price of 296.

Song Youan nodded in understanding, then went to sit in the driver's seat to try it out. She liked every aspect of this car.

"This is it, the top model. I want one. How long will it take for me to pick it up?"

Salesperson Xiao Liu was stunned, and Yan Fei was also dumbfounded.

"Uh...if you go through the formalities today, you'll probably have to wait two months," Xiao Liu said.

After hearing this, she thought for a while and asked, "Is there a car that can be picked up right away?"

"Yes, this way please."

For top brands like Ferrari, most models require waiting, and only a small number of models can be picked up on site.

"The models available for immediate pickup are all classic, mass-produced models." Sitting in a corner, Xiao Liu introduced them to Song Youan, "These are all suitable for you."

Song Youan took a quick look and didn't find anything he particularly liked.

Yan Fei came over and asked, "Is it so urgent? Do you want to ask for it today?"

Song Youan said, "It's not that I'm in a hurry. I just think it's more convenient to have a car. Two months is a bit long. I can buy one first for transportation."

"But it's been almost two months since you got your license, isn't that just in time?"

Song Youan glanced at him and said, "Until I get my license, you can drive the car and be my driver."

"Ah?" Yan Fei was dumbfounded again, and then he reacted and said, "No, you bought a car specifically to arrange a job for me?"

"Am I crazy or are you beautiful?" Song Youan sneered. "It must be that I need it, and you just happen to be unemployed. I'm busy renovating my studio lately, and I have to travel a lot, so I really need you to drive me around."

"There's no need to buy a car just for this. Didn't the man just now say that Lanting has a car?" Yan Fei said.

"I bought the one I just bought for myself, and I also want to buy one for my dad."

Yan Fei finally shut up.

Less than two minutes later, he said, "There are other car dealerships nearby. If you don't find anything you like, you can go to other dealerships and choose for me."

Ferrari may not be suitable for a middle-aged man like my father.

However, Song Youan didn't plan to just buy a car to fool his father. He worked in a car repair shop and was an expert on cars.

"Then take the one we just took. Please help me with the paperwork first. I can wait."

Unable to choose a Ferrari model suitable for her father, she decided to take the one she liked first, and then follow Yan Fei's advice to go to the car dealership next door to take a look.

"Okay, ma'am, please follow me." Xiao Liu was overjoyed. He didn't expect that the deal today would be completed so smoothly.

Sitting in the lounge waiting, Yan Fei opposite him seemed a little uneasy.

Song Youan frowned and looked at him: "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Yan Fei shook his head, looked at Song Youan and blurted out: "I really didn't know you were so rich."

"And then?" Song Youan looked at him and asked, "You don't feel uncomfortable working for me, do you?"

"No, I thank you from the bottom of my heart, really." Yan Fei said seriously.

Song Youan took a sip of water and explained softly, "I chose you after careful consideration. After all, I've been learning to drive with you for over half a month, and I can tell you're a good person."

And he also served in the military.

"Then I will be your driver from now on?"

Song Youan nodded.

"Okay, I'm good at this!"

At first, he was worried that he would not be able to do the job assigned to him by Song Youan. After all, he had a low level of education and no skills.

In the end, Song Youan chose a top-of-the-line car worth 4 million yuan for her father at the Mercedes-Benz 400S dealership and picked up the car on the spot.

It was also Yan Fei’s first time driving a Mercedes-Benz, and he was a little excited.

"Don't tell me, good cars are different."

"Safety first, go to this address." Song Youan turned on the navigation and found a pet shop.

Her father loved puppies very much. After she moved to the villa, he was left alone most of the time, so she ordered a schnauzer for him to keep him company.

When the car slowly drove into the residential area, Yan Fei was stunned again.

Not only is the location of this community not good, it also looks very old. How could Song Youan, who is so rich, live here?

Could it be a precious school district house?

Song Youan held the dog, and Yan Fei followed behind with pet supplies.

At the doorstep of her home, before Song Youan even opened it, she heard voices coming from inside.

The voice was sharp and piercing. Song Youan was very familiar with it. It was the old lady.

"It seems like someone is arguing?" Yan Fei asked.

Song Youan opened the door, and the noise in the living room stopped abruptly. Everyone turned to look at her.

In addition to the old lady, my second uncle and second aunt were also there.

The old lady stood in the middle of the room with her hands on her hips, my second uncle leaned against the aisle with a half-smoked cigarette in his mouth, and my second aunt also sat on the sofa with her legs crossed.

His eyes fell on his father, who was sitting on a chair in the corner of the dining table. The three people in the room surrounded him like three giant Buddhas.

Seeing this, Song Youan's face darkened.

"Yuan is back."

Song Qi called out, and the others came to their senses and showed displeased expressions.

The old lady simply ignored her and turned to Song Qi and continued, "I've made it clear to you. You'll go list the property with the real estate agency tomorrow."

"Mom, can you please be reasonable?" Song Qi said helplessly, "This house is mine. How could I possibly sell it for my second brother? Where would I live if I sold it?"

Selling a house?

Song Youan was startled and walked into the house without even changing her shoes: "What's going on, Dad? Why are you selling the house?"

"Children should not interrupt when adults are talking." The old lady glared at Song Youan. She didn't like this granddaughter at all.

Song Youan ignored the old lady and just looked at his father.

Song Qi lowered his head and his face was gloomy, but his personality prevented him from saying anything too harsh.

Second Aunt Guo Wanfang spoke up at this time, with a condescending attitude: "Third Brother, I don't necessarily want you to sell the house. If it really doesn't work, you can take out a mortgage. Your second brother really needs the money right now. Once this deal is done, the house will be returned to you."

Song Youan understood and turned to look at Guo Wanfang: "Second Aunt, you are so shameless!"