"This car isn't good, and it's not suitable for kids. Let's go look at something else!"

Chen Yinuo walked over, intending to lead Yoyo away.

"Are you kidding me? A luxury Mercedes like this is way out of our league."

Although she had never lived the life of the wealthy, Chen Yinuo certainly recognized the prestigious Mercedes G-Class.

A vehicle costing one to two million yuan was, to her, no different from a Lamborghini or a Ferrari.

However, little Yoyo dodged her grasp.

"This one is perfect for kids! Mommy, you're lying!"

Chen Yinuo couldn't help but laugh in exasperation. "This car is ugly and unattractive. Be good; let's not look at it!"

Yet, even as she called it ugly, she couldn't resist glancing at the G-Class again.

Its boxy, rugged design—how many women had dreamed of owning one?

Its allure wasn't just for men; for women, its charm rivaled that of any supercar.

Once upon a time, she had fantasized about cruising in a domineering G-Class on the streets.

But over time, harsh realities had worn down her youthful dreams.

"Mommy, you're lying again! If it's so ugly, why do you keep looking at it?" Yoyo's big, innocent eyes blinked as she exposed her mother's thoughts.

Then she turned to Ye Chen and said, "Daddy, can we buy this car?"

"Sure!" Ye Chen replied cheerfully.

"Are you serious? Are you just humoring a child? She doesn't understand, but you should! This car costs one or two million yuan. Can we even afford it?" Chen Yinuo frowned deeply.

"Let's just take a look. Come on, let's sit inside and check it out!"

With that, Ye Chen turned to the staff in the exhibition area. "Would it be alright for us to take a look inside?"

"Of course! Please, go ahead!"

The scene from typical novels where snobby salespeople look down on others didn't play out here.

Even though the staff didn't believe this plainly dressed family could afford such a luxury symbol, professional courtesy compelled a polite, mechanical smile as they opened the door.

Seeing this, Chen Yinuo, who was about to leave, found herself inexplicably drawn to sit inside.

High-end, classy, elegant, luxurious—this was her immediate impression.

The most high-end car she had ever sat in was an Audi A4, which she once hailed as a ride-share.

But the interior of the G-Class instantly eclipsed the Audi, leaving her captivated.

She cautiously touched this and that, afraid of damaging anything.

"Daddy, this car is so nice! Can we buy it? I'd be so happy to ride it to school every day!"

Yoyo's words abruptly pulled Chen Yinuo out of her reverie.

This car wasn't something they could own—not now, at least.

Reluctantly, she withdrew her hands and forced her gaze away.

"Alright, we've looked and touched enough. Let's go now!"

"Don't you like it?" Ye Chen asked with a soft smile.

"Of course I do! Who wouldn't? But liking it doesn't mean we have to own it. It's fine to just imagine. A car costing one or two million yuan doesn't suit people like us." She shook her head.

"As long as you like it." Ye Chen smiled faintly, a decision seemingly forming in his mind.

He stepped out of the car and approached the staff. "How much for this car?"

"Huh? Sir, are you interested in this G-Class?"

The salesperson was surprised. They had assumed he was just window-shopping.

"What's the price?" Ye Chen asked.

"Certainly, sir. This is the latest G350 model. The base price is 1.43 million yuan. Due to high demand and limited supply, there are no discounts nationwide, and there's an additional markup of 200,000 yuan. Including taxes, insurance, and other fees, the total on-road price is approximately 1.8 million yuan. This is the price for full payment," the salesperson explained.

"Ye Chen, what are you doing? Are you seriously thinking of buying this?"

Seeing him earnestly discussing the price, Chen Yinuo was stunned and anxious.

Based on his recent actions, she believed he had indeed turned a 200,000 yuan deposit into a 4 million yuan profit with the Golden Scale Residence project.

So, she knew he could afford the car.

But instead of using the hard-earned money to fund the production of Wuxia Cream, he wanted to splurge on a car?

No, she couldn't allow it!

"It's rare for both you and Yoyo to like something so much. After all these years together, I haven't really bought you anything. Consider this car a small gesture to make up for that," Ye Chen said with a smile.

"No! Don't be so impulsive. Didn't you say you wanted to produce Wuxia Cream? Use the money for production first. Build your business, and once you're truly successful, you can buy me a Rolls-Royce, and I won't object. But right now, it's unnecessary," she urged.

"Yinuo, do I strike you as someone who acts without a plan? Don't worry. I have enough for the G-Class and for producing Wuxia Cream. Let's buy this G-Class today. It'll make traveling so much easier—no more sun or rain!"

"If you absolutely must buy a car, get one for 100,000 to 200,000 yuan. That's enough to keep us dry and take Yoyo to school," she conceded reluctantly.

Meanwhile, at the exhibition center entrance...

Zhang Jingshan walked in with a distinguished-looking man.

Their conversation turned as Zhang's expression grew peculiar.

"What? When did you acquire a Mercedes dealership?"

Before the man could respond, Zhang added, "Seriously, aren't you wasting resources? The Mercedes market in Jiangzhou is already saturated!"

The man chuckled. "Old classmate, please mind your words—it's not me, it's my dad. After running a Porsche dealership, he quietly picked up a Mercedes one, too. But he's not aiming to make a big profit in this saturated market; he just wants to boost the family's prestige. Either way, it doesn't hurt him financially."

"Typical coal tycoon style—obscenely rich!" Zhang Jingshan joked with a bitter smile.

"Come on, let's check out the new models we're showcasing. If you see something you like, drive it home. While family deals require clear accounting, I'll sell it to you at cost, no markup—not even for transport!"

"Last year, I bought a Land Rover. Then I got a Panamera from you. Do I need to stockpile cars now?" Zhang laughed. "But I do have a new friend looking for a car. Let's browse, and I'll let him know if there's something good."

"Friend?" The man raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, the kind I'd never stand against. The kind who points east, and I won't dare go west!" Zhang said with a hearty laugh.

"No kidding?"

"Not kidding," Zhang replied.

"What's his background?"

Zhang paused before replying, "If not for him, I wouldn't be here enjoying this carefree life. He's not just a friend but a guiding light. Even my old man met him once and said this: 'Tie ten of me together, and I still wouldn't be worthy of tying his shoes.'"