Huayu: Starting by piggybacking on the fame of "Fairy Mom"

It's fair to say that this family has inherited genes from all aspects.

Equally beautiful, equally domineering, and equally capable of playing to their strengths.

At the car dealership, Liu Xiaoli and Zhou Wenqiong circled around the repaired car.

The two pretended to know what they were talking about, scratching at the repaired paint with their fingernails and touching the newly polished rims, but they really couldn't see anything wrong with it.

But if they didn't find something to criticize, they wouldn't be able to demonstrate their professionalism. This was the result of their discussion on the way here.

"There's a slight color difference here," Liu Xiaoli pointed to the spray paint area.

"Then?" The manager looked bewildered. He looked at it again and again, even taking off his glasses to examine it closely.

The result was that it was so black and shiny that it was impossible to tell the difference.

He was about to explain when Zhou Wenqiong looked disgusted and pointed to the polished rims, offering a reason: "This one is too shiny, it's more eye-catching than the others."

The manager was speechless, unsure how to respond to the two experts' criticisms.

He scratched his head, trying to explain from a professional perspective, but swallowed his words back. Technical analysis just doesn't make sense when faced with professional criticism.

He regretted it, saying, "If you weren't so good-looking, and if I hadn't wanted to make a beautiful and good relationship, I would have lowered myself to take on this job of handing over the new car."

Beauty is power. The two beauties' looks made him dizzy, and the overpowering perfume made him speechless.

Trying to explain is like talking to a brick wall.

I want to swear, but I can't lose my composure.

I want to abandon it, but I can't afford to spread bad rumors.

After a fruitless struggle, in order not to affect the business outside, the group went to the reception room.

Liu Xiaoli and Zhou Wenqiong exchanged a smug look, feeling that they had demonstrated their professionalism to the fullest.

They knew in their hearts that the car repair was impeccable, but they had to pretend to be experts to make it seem like their trip hadn't been in vain.

At this point, the technician who had rushed over was clearly quite confident in his skills. He couldn't help but interject, "Actually, these were all processed according to the original factory standards. If you still feel there are any problems, we can make further adjustments."

"If it's the original factory version, then this is a used car." Liu Xiaoli smiled, the Liu family's signature teeth were quite intimidating.

The manager began, "Ms. Liu, we already agreed on this the other day. You're putting us in a difficult position..." He was interrupted again before he could finish speaking.

"What's the problem? We agreed that they had to be the same, with no color difference, but this rim is noticeably brighter..." Zhou Wenqiong didn't know how to continue.

"This is the natural color of metal; it will look the same after a few uses," the manager tried to explain in layman's terms.

"What if people think we bought a used car these past few times? Wouldn't that be embarrassing?" Zhou Wenqiong glanced at the large TV in the reception room and chuckled. "You think celebrities driving used cars have any dignity left?"

"A celebrity?" The manager and technician were both dumbfounded.

"Look! That's me." Zhou Wenqiong said with a proud look, pointing to the speed skater on the TV, where her old movie "Ice and Fire" was playing.

The manager and technician looked at the screen, then at Zhou Wenqiong, and finally confirmed that it was indeed her in person.

"Also, my sister is a pillar of our Jiangcheng Song and Dance Troupe. Her dances have not only won major awards and been featured on television, but she's also participated in international exchanges." Before the two could recover from their shock, Zhou Wenqiong went straight to her name, "My sister, Liu Xiaoli, you should have heard of her, right?"

Another one?

The manager and technician stared wide-eyed, speechless with astonishment.

Liu Xiaoli stretched out her swan-like neck, displaying her beauty.

She made the most of her strengths: "You don't want any rumors of 'celebrities being scammed when buying cars,' do you?"

The manager looked disgusted and thought to himself: If celebrities bought cars like you guys, every car dealership would lose money.

The technician had an expression that said, "I've never seen anything like this before! We've finally met a big star!"

He even reached into his pocket, trying to find paper and pen to ask for an autograph.

Zhou Wenqiong wasn't that famous, so he didn't know.

But Liu Xiaoli is a celebrity in Jiangcheng. As Zhou Wenqiong said, she has indeed won major awards and made the news.

These days, celebrities are born with a sense of superiority. In the minds of ordinary people, being able to appear on television makes you a big star.

Finally, they swapped resources: the two sisters gave each other a photo for promotion, the car dealership gave them a discount of 5,000 yuan, and offered lifetime free maintenance.

After getting the most satisfactory result, Zhou Wenqiong slowly drove the car out of the dealership.

Seeing the car's speed, Liu Xiaoli became furious—"You were laughing at me the other day, and you're even worse," she said sarcastically. "You're the one who's talking about me. You're driving even slower, like a tortoise crawling. People can walk faster than you."

"Don't speak." Zhou Wenqiong gripped the steering wheel tightly, her palms sweaty.

After that incident, Liu Xiaoli knew she couldn't rush her, especially a novice female driver. She took out Zhou Wenqiong's phone from her bag and called her daughter.

At the arcade, the two little ones were incredibly lucky, having a blast playing the horse racing machine, their pockets overflowing with game tokens.

Hearing the phone ring, Liu Qianqian took out her phone: "Hello, Mom, are you all done?"

"Where are you? Why are you making so much noise?" came the mother's voice on the phone.

Liu Qianqian quickly covered the microphone and ran outside to answer the phone, afraid that her mother would hear her playing games.

Two minutes later, Liu Qianqian looked worried: "They're coming to pick us up later, what are we going to do with all these coins?"

"You can exchange them." Zhou Xiaobai continued to stuff coins into his pocket.

I exchanged over a thousand coins for 236 yuan, and I still had a few cents left over.

Zhou Xiaobai wanted the last thirty-six yuan, even if it was just six yuan, but Liu Qianqian refused to give it to him.

She paid for the cryptocurrency, so the profits were naturally hers.

The shop owner was so upset he wanted to cry. Watching the two little figures leave, he thought about finding a camera to take a picture of them and hang it at the front door—the two of them and the dog are not allowed in the shop.

One hour later,

Just as Zhou Xiaobai and Liu Qianqian were getting impatient, the Santana slowly slid over.

At that moment, Liu Qianqian's stomach rumbled, and she grumbled, "Mom, you've been waiting for too long, I'm starving."

"Let's go eat, we're hungry too." Liu Xiaoli looked at Zhou Wenqiong, who had relaxed, and said, "We saw a hot pot restaurant on the way here, let's go there."

Another half hour later, at the hot pot restaurant, we had a half-spicy, half-clear broth hot pot.

Upon hearing Da Meili's story about how she had been scammed out of money but also received free skincare, Zhou Xiaobai offered genuine praise.

The small one earned over two hundred yuan playing a game, while the big one earned five thousand yuan picking up a car.

In comparison, he felt utterly useless. Looking at the table full of dishes, Zhou Xiaobai couldn't help but hum aloud—"I'm just a freeloader."

"What are you humming?" Liu Qianqian blinked curiously.

"No, I'll eat this quail egg."

"Ah...delicious."

"Isn't this quail egg white?"

"white."

"Is it completely naked?"

"Yes."

Can flies do the splits on it?

"able."

"Then do you think I'm fair-skinned?" Zhou Xiaobai pointed to her face.

"Your face looks a bit dark now."

"Then look at my pockets, aren't they completely empty?" Zhou Xiaobai opened his pockets again.

"Yes, there's nothing there."

"Then do you think a fly can do the splits in there?" Zhou Xiaobai persisted.

"No—can't—" Liu Qianqian slapped her chopsticks together, drawing out the sound, pretending not to notice Zhou Xiaobai's hint.

"Pfft... Hahahaha..." Da Meili across the table burst into laughter.

"What are you laughing at? You're spitting all over the food." Liu Qianqian said with a look of disgust.

Da Meili shook her head – Poor little brother, it seems the fifty yuan I just gave you has been snatched away again. I'll give it back to you privately next month.