Corporate slave? Pshaw, I'm the richest woman now!

sloppy.

Tang Tang wasn't very nervous at first, but now she's a little nervous.

My mother has a very strong, intimidating gaze.

But I love it!

Shasshaha.

Tang Tang really didn't expect that the car dealership owner would be this type.

Tall, with a buzz cut, high and sharp eyebrows, deep-set features, and a calm yet inexplicably imposing gaze.

“Song Mu”.

“Mr. Song, I apologize for being so forward,” Tang Tang said, extending her hand to shake hands with Song Mu. “Tang Tang.”

ummm

The man was extremely tall, with broad shoulders and a muscular build. As he walked past Tang Tang, he left behind a faint scent of mint smoke.

"Miss Tang, please come with me."

Huh? Even tough guys smoke menthol capsule cigarettes?

Tang Tang's heart started pounding again. She blinked and readily followed suit.

The man had an exceptionally good physique, seemingly the result of years of regular exercise. His muscles were firm and well-defined beneath his black T-shirt, and his cargo pants hugged his long, straight, and powerful legs.

"We've arrived. Does any of these cars catch Miss Tang's eye?"

This car is exactly what I like...

Tang Tang forced herself to immediately shift her gaze from the person's back muscles to the car.

That's when she noticed the three cars parked in the center of the exhibition hall.

The layout of this exhibition hall is very simple, with only a light ceiling at the top made up of countless light strips, from which countless lights shine down and illuminate the cars.

The cold steel body and its paint reflect a captivating light, like an emperor being crowned in the sunlight.

It was filled with both oppressive power and unparalleled allure.

In the quiet space, Song Mu's deep and powerful voice slowly rang out.

"McLaren F1LM. 1.8 million, limited to 6 units worldwide."

Its sharp, racing-inspired lines and striking orange-red color give it a quiet, almost imperceptible appearance, like a flame waiting to burst forth.

"Ferrari 250 GTO, 1.6 million, limited to 37 units worldwide."

Compared to McLaren's flamboyant lines, this car has more rounded lines, a longer front body, and slightly raised curves on both sides, making it elegant and seemingly a bit dashing.

"Koenigsegg One1, 1.2 million, 6 units."

Koenigsegg is known as the "Swedish Ghost." This car is like a hunter wearing sunglasses, all black, exuding a quiet killing intent.

A few hundred million dollars is nothing to these rich kids, but being able to acquire so many limited-edition top-of-the-line sports cars is the real test of their strength.

The cars are all very cool.

The car dealership owner is also very handsome.

Tang Tang was itching to make a move. Looking at the handsome and sharp face of the man in front of her, she made a small suggestion.

"I mean, maybe, probably, possibly, I want them all?"

?

The man remained silent for a long time, staring intently at Tang Tang with his dark eyes for several minutes before slowly saying, "You can only choose one; I need to keep the others to maintain order."

Um......

Surprisingly easy to talk to.

"Okay, then I'll take that McLaren."

However, Tang Tang needs to leave her car at the dealership for the time being, as she has nowhere else to put it.

Song Mu was looking at Tang Tang's report when he frowned and subconsciously took out a lollipop and put it in his mouth.

what?

She thought Song Mu was going to take out a cigarette.

Tang Tang stared in shock at Song Mu, a muscular man who, despite having a lollipop in his mouth, somehow still exuded a damn manly charm. She couldn't help but look at him again and again.

Song Mu lowered his head, expressionless, and stared at Tang Tang while chewing on a lollipop.

......

Tang Tang suddenly blurted out, "Your lollipop tastes pretty good, Mr. Song."

Tang Tang regretted it as soon as she finished speaking, but she was thick-skinned, so she bravely continued to stare back at him.

Song Mu couldn't help but look away, took a lollipop out of his pocket and handed it to her, saying, "I quit smoking because my little niece was just born."

Lychee flavor.

Now that we are here......

Tang Tang silently reached out and quietly stuffed the candy into her mouth.

You know what, this lollipop doesn't taste like saccharin at all; it only has a faint flavor of rose and lychee.

It's actually quite delicious.

The manager and Su Yao stood to the side, heads down, filling out forms quickly, wishing they weren't there.

They all knew that Song Mu had quit smoking, but they really didn't understand why Song Mu gave Miss Tang a lollipop after just one glance from Miss Tang, and the two of them were even sucking on the candy together.

You two are getting a little ambiguous; we're all starting to ship you two.

"Ms. Tang, the Mercedes-Benz G-Class you chose has a base price of 396 million yuan, and with all the options, it will cost 534 million yuan. The Bentley Continental has a base price of 322 million yuan, and with all the options, it will cost 417 million yuan."

The manager changed the order form: "The Cullinan's base price is 792 million yuan, and with options it's 1200 million yuan. Your McLaren's base price is 1.8 million yuan, and with options it's 1.85 million yuan."

He swallowed hard, his voice trembling slightly, "The total is 2.0651 million."

The manager took a deep breath, looking at his boss's handsome face, which remained as still as a mountain, and felt that he was really too ignorant.

But that's over two hundred million!

Song Mu gave a light "hmm," chewed the candy in his mouth, met Tang Tang's bright smiling eyes, paused for a moment, and said, "Round it down to two hundred million for Miss Tang."

You're quite a nice person.

Although Tang Tang's task was to spend money, it was still very satisfying to get a good deal.

Tang Tang happily agreed and looked up at Song Mu, asking, "Does Boss Song have WeChat?"

I'll buy a car from you again another day, so you can make some more money.

"Have."

The two added each other as friends, and the manager swiped the card and returned it.

When Song Mu presented the centurion's black gold card, a hint of doubt appeared in his eyes. However, being a calm and taciturn person, he didn't ask any questions.

"Mr. Song, can I leave my car at the dealership for a few days?"

Song Mu nodded, "Okay, I'll move all your cars to the no-display area."

Tang Tang nodded her thanks and took out her phone to hail a taxi.

Song Mu accidentally saw a familiar ride-hailing app, hesitated for a second before speaking, "Excuse me, Miss Tang, did you not drive here?"

Tang Tang shook her head and sighed softly, "I just returned to China and am staying in a hotel for now."

His voice was soft and low, and he seemed quite pitiful.

Song Mu looked at Tang Tang, whose ahoge (a stray hair on her head) stood up, making him feel a little itchy to touch her.

"If you don't mind, I can give Miss Tang a ride."

"Okay, okay."

Her voice suddenly became lively and excited, not at all downcast.

Song Mu hesitated for once, feeling as if he had just been tricked.

Tang Tang mentally gave herself a big yes.

Plan passes.

Boss Song seems really easy to talk to, even though he has a face that doesn't look very approachable.

Moreover, when he has no expression, he really looks like a dutiful Doberman Pinscher.

"Let's go."

Song Mu picked up the car keys, gesturing for Tang Tang to follow him.

A silver Ferrari pulls up, its butterfly doors slowly opening, like a silver butterfly about to take flight.

Tang Tang sat in the passenger seat of Song Mu's car, glancing at Song Mu with a foxy look.

Is Mr. Song single?

Song Mu's profile was exceptionally handsome; he had high brow bones, sharp eyebrows, and bright eyes, and his pursed lips conveyed a sense of coldness.

The faint floral scent emanating from the girl beside him seemed to linger on his nose in the breeze. Song Mu drove in silence, and after a while, a soft voice drifted away on the wind.

"Ah."