Reborn in 2014: A One-Man Tycoon

Led by General Manager Ye, Meng Chuan drove around the golf course.

The entire venue is indeed as Mr. Ye described: convenient transportation, beautiful environment, and complete infrastructure.

Meng Chuan became increasingly satisfied with what he saw, and he began to plan how to quickly advance the construction of the factory area.

In the afternoon, Meng Chuan declined Mr. Ye's invitation to dinner and took a taxi back to school alone.

However, while passing through the city, the carriage suddenly saw a Mercedes-Benz 4S store.

"parking."

Meng Chuan suddenly spoke.

After paying the full fare, Meng Chuan stood in front of the Mercedes-Benz 4S store.

Meng Chuan slowly raised his right hand.

Whether it works or not, Meng Chuan still needs to test it himself.

Sure enough, not long after, Yingdie appeared behind Meng Chuan like a ghost.

"what's up?"

Yingdie's voice remained cold, completely devoid of any emotion.

Meng Chuan was startled.

I wonder where this little girl was hiding before.

With such elusive methods, if they were to launch a sneak attack, who could stop them?

"Can you drive?"

Meng Chuan asked.

"Everything except high-speed rail."

Yingdie said coldly.

Meng Chuan was taken aback, then couldn't help but burst out laughing.

I never expected that the cold, machine-like Shadow Butterfly would actually joke around.

It would be nice if they could have some facial expressions.

"Let's go buy a car. You can be my driver, and it will be easier for me to get around."

Meng Chuan said with a smile.

If Meng Chuan could drive, he would have bought a car long ago.

It seems I still need to take some time to get a driver's license.

Yingdie neither refused nor agreed, but simply followed silently behind Meng Chuan.

Step into the 4S store.

"Hello sir, I'm Xiao Song. How can I help you?"

A young male salesman walked up.

He was very polite to Meng Chuan, but his eyes kept glancing at Ying Die.

It wasn't that he had lustful intentions, but Yingdie's outfit was truly eye-catching.

Aside from the fact that female assassins in movies wear tight leather outfits.

No one would dress like that in real life.

However, Yingdie clearly didn't care at all about the strange looks from others.

She still had a cold expression.

"Do you have a G-Class in stock?"

Meng Chuan has never owned a car, but as his wealth has grown, he has seen quite a few luxury cars.

No matter how you look at it, the Mercedes-Benz G-Class is more in line with Meng Chuan's aesthetic.

Or rather, every man has a "G-Wagon dream" in his heart, and Meng Chuan is no exception.

However, the sales representative regretfully said that there was no stock available at the moment and it would take at least three months to arrive.

Just as Meng Chuan was feeling disappointed, he suddenly heard a series of shouts and curses coming from not far away.

"What were you thinking? You let them modify the car without even signing a contract? Now the customer doesn't want it anymore, what are we going to do with it? Do you know how much the company is going to lose?"

A man who looked like a manager was loudly reprimanding a young female salesperson.

The saleswoman lowered her head, tears welling up in her eyes, but dared not argue.

Meng Chuan asked Xiao Song curiously:

"What's the matter?"

"That salesperson is new. A while ago, a customer ordered a top-of-the-line Mercedes-Benz V-Class here. It's a bulletproof MPV, and the normal price is only over 80 yuan. The customer paid a deposit of 10 yuan."

"Later, the customer requested a large-scale modification, raising the roof and adding interior and powertrain features, bringing the final price to over 2.8 million."

"But because the saleswoman was not familiar with the business, she did not sign a contract in time, nor did she ask the customer to pay an additional deposit."

"Now the customer says they don't want it anymore, and they don't want the 50,000 yuan deposit either. Because it's a customized version, it's hard to sell, and the 4S store is suffering huge losses."

Xiao Song explained in a low voice.

"Bulletproof? Take me to see it."

Upon hearing this, Meng Chuan's eyes lit up immediately.

Bulletproof is great!

He was worried about not being able to find a suitable car!

This modified Mercedes-Benz V-Class is practically tailor-made for him!

"Sir, are you sure?"

Xiao Song was startled.

That's nearly three million!

Actually, if it's not a bulletproof model, it's relatively easy to sell.

Bulletproof versions are something ordinary people would never buy.

After all, reality isn't a TV drama.

How many people actually need bulletproof cars?

"Look, if it's suitable, I'll take it."

Meng Chuan said calmly.

Xiao Song immediately became incredibly enthusiastic.

They brought Meng Chuan to the front of the V-level.

The black exterior, the starry front grille, and the huge Mercedes-Benz logo still look quite imposing.

"This vehicle is 5.4 meters long, 1.9 meters wide, and 2 meters high."

Xiao Song explained in detail.

Meng Chuan became more and more satisfied the more he looked at it.

In addition to being bulletproof, the interior is also extremely luxurious.

The wooden flooring and ceiling lights created a wonderful atmosphere.

The space capsule seats can be laid flat to form a bed.

Furthermore, a front and rear partition was installed, allowing the television to be raised to completely isolate the driver's cab.

There are also storage batteries and solar panels.

A small toilet was even installed in a corner at the rear of the vehicle.

This looks like an MPV, but in reality it's no different from a motorhome.

"I'll take this car."

Meng Chuan said without hesitation.

The entire 4S store was incredibly excited.

The manager even gave Meng Chuan a direct discount of 100,000 yuan.

The saleswoman who had been reprimanded earlier was so moved by Meng Chuan's words that she almost cried.

He thanked Meng Chuan profusely and even wanted to kneel down and kowtow.

The formalities were completed quickly, and Meng Chuan readily paid and received the car keys.

However, it's already past five o'clock, so it's definitely not possible to register the vehicle now.

I'll go back and make another trip.

"Yingdie, this car is yours from now on."

Meng Chuan handed the car keys to Ying Die.

Yingdie didn't say much, just nodded, and then got into the driver's seat.

Meng Chuan did not sit in the back seat, but in the front passenger seat.

"Although I don't know how you usually manage your food, clothing, shelter, and transportation. But with this car, you won't have to make things too difficult for yourself. You can sleep in the car at night, watch TV, and not let your life become so cold and tasteless."

Meng Chuan said to Ying Die.

Yingdie stared intently, as if she hadn't heard Meng Chuan's words.

However, Meng Chuan keenly noticed that Ying Die tightened her grip on the steering wheel.

It's alright, it seems she still has feelings.

"parking."

Suddenly, Meng Chuan spoke, and Ying Die almost instinctively moved to the side.

Meng Chuan opened the car door and ran out, quickly returning with a mobile phone and a SIM card.

Do you know how to use a mobile phone?

Meng Chuan asked.

Yingdie shook her head blankly.

Meng Chuan couldn't help but feel a little sorry for him.

It's all 2014.

A young man around 20 years old who dares to say he can drive any mode of transportation except high-speed rail can't even use a mobile phone.

I really don't know how she's managed all these years.

After installing the SIM card, Meng Chuan also registered a WeChat account.

“You don’t need to stay at the school gate all the time. I don’t usually leave the school, so I should be safe inside the school.”

As Meng Chuan spoke, he demonstrated how to use WeChat:

"If I need to go anywhere, or if I encounter danger, I will call you or send you a WeChat message."

Yingdie remained silent.

However, she carefully memorized the steps Meng Chuan took to operate the phone.

Soon, back at the school gate, as Meng Chuan got out of the car, he looked at Ying Die and said:

"Shadow Butterfly, you must remember that you are a person, not a machine. You must learn to have your own life and your own friends."

After saying that, Meng Chuan walked into the campus without looking back.

Yingdie stared blankly at Meng Chuan's retreating figure:

"Friends? I have no friends."

The shadow butterfly murmured softly.

But her eyes suddenly stopped being so cold.