I let you be a rich man, not a scumbag.

After the appointment, the three of them left the Ferrari booth and walked around again.

When they arrived at the Mercedes-Benz exhibition hall, Jiang Cheng asked Wang Zheng and Chen Hao to stop because he saw a four-door supercar.

Seeing the three young men in extraordinary clothes stopped, a middle-aged man immediately came up to them and said, "Gentlemen, what kind of car do you want to see? Let me introduce it to you."

Jiang Cheng looked at the male manager's work card. The other party was Zhang Mingfeng.

Jiang Cheng pointed to the black Mercedes-Benz AMG GTR50 four-door supercar in the middle.

"This car seems to meet my requirements more."

The best design of this AMG GTR50 four-door supercar is that it can be well controlled whether it is for business or going out.

It is not frivolous and has the performance of a supercar.

Jiang Cheng thinks that Li Yan should have no objection to buying this car.

Moreover, it looks like a sedan and is actually a supercar. It is also suitable for Jiang Jianmin to drive when he goes to the company.

The appearance looks very powerful, and the blessing of AMG design makes the whole car very sporty.

Because it is a four-door design, the appearance does not have the sharp feeling of Porsche 911, and it only takes 3.4 seconds to accelerate from 0 to 100, which is quite good.

"The Mercedes-Benz AMG GTR50 you asked about has very high performance. It competes with the Porsche Palameira and is better than the Palameira. It is equipped with a 3.0T inline 6-cylinder engine + 48V mild hybrid system, and is matched with Mercedes-Benz's own 9AT gearbox. The overall power level is the performance of the mainstream 6-cylinder power, and the parameters are better than the same-level engine or the same-priced competitors..."

Zhang Mingfeng carefully introduced the car in front of Jiang Cheng.

Seeing Zhang Mingfeng talking endlessly, Jiang Cheng immediately waved his hand: "How much is this car?"

"Since this is matched with the highest configuration of the top configuration, the price of the whole configuration is 2.2 million, and we will also give away..."

"The gifts are not important. Is there a delivery? Help me deliver it to Chengdu?"

Seeing Jiang Cheng say this, Zhang Mingfeng rubbed his hands happily instantly.

He was not wrong. Not to mention the new brand-name clothes on the three people, the expensive watches on their hands showed that the three people were not short of money.

One of them had a Rolex rainbow bezel, and two of them had Patek Philippe.

Sure enough, the business came to the door in just a short while.

"This is nationwide delivery, and we will also help you to register the car locally, you can rest assured." Zhang Mingfeng immediately patted his chest and assured him.

Jiang Cheng nodded with satisfaction after hearing this: "Okay, swipe the card."

Seeing Jiang Cheng so arrogant, Zhang Mingfeng was stunned for a moment.

On the other hand, Wang Zheng and Chen Hao were already somewhat immune.

"Jiang Cheng, you bought this car for your dad, didn't you?"

Jiang Cheng nodded: "I don't think my mom will say anything about this car, it's low-key enough!"

"You call this low-key?"

"Four-door supercar, sedan appearance, isn't this low-key?"

"You have the money, you have the final say!"

Jiang Cheng smiled and shook his head and said to Wang Mingfeng: "This car is for my dad. Can you help me prepare a handover ceremony when the time comes? I want to give him a surprise."

Zhang Mingfeng looked at the bank card that Jiang Cheng took out, and after reacting, he swallowed his saliva subconsciously and said; "Of course there is no problem with this, leave it to me, I guarantee that it will be beautiful and full of ceremonial sense for you!"

Jiang Cheng nodded and handed over the bank card: "Swipe the card, full payment."

Hearing the word full payment, Zhang Mingfeng's eyes narrowed into a slit with a smile.

As expected of a big man wearing a million-dollar watch, a car worth more than two million does not need a mortgage.

Zhang Mingfeng immediately took Jiang Cheng's bank card and went to the POS machine to operate it. He didn't want to delay for a moment and quickly confirmed this business.

You know, although there are many people at the auto show these days, the number of buyers can be counted on five fingers.

And the most sold models are about 500,000 yuan.

I thought there would be no customers on the last day today, but I didn't expect a big order.

And it's a 2 million yuan model. How can Zhang Mingfeng not be happy?

Watching Zhang Mingfeng hand the receipt and bank card back to Jiang Cheng.

Wang Zheng and Chen Hao looked at each other again.

As far as they know, Jiang Cheng has bought four cars in more than a week.

And the most expensive one is a Ferrari LaFerrari worth half a small goal.

The car he drives now is still more than 8 million.

For someone like him, he is indeed worthy of the word "arrogant".

"Jiang Cheng, I am really enlightened. When I bought my first supercar, I had to ask my father for a long time before he bought it for me. I didn't expect that you can buy a supercar for your father at your age, and it's full payment. I'm jealous." Chen Hao said.

"Can the two of us compare with him? No, no, I'm jealous too." Wang Zheng echoed.

"Hey, hey, hey, okay, if you all say so, then I'm ready to show my cards." Jiang Cheng said jokingly.

"Okay, Jiang brother, you say, we can hold our own!" After Chen Hao finished speaking, he immediately propped his hands on the chair to show that he was listening attentively.

"Okay, there are not so many plots about the richest tomato. What do you plan for me tonight? I'm a little hungry." Jiang Cheng said helplessly to change the subject.

The two did not ask further.

After all, when making friends, if you ask too deeply, it will seem a bit powerful. Everyone decided to make friends with sincerity.

"I ordered the pig-killing dish of the farmer's banquet tonight, black pork, raised on their own farm, guaranteed to taste great." Chen Hao said.

Wang Zheng nodded in agreement and said: "The top banquet in their family is the pig-killing dish. All the ingredients are produced on their own farm. They are absolutely organic and pesticide-free. The grade and taste are good. The reputation in Shanghai is quite good, and it is definitely not inferior to the big hotels."

"Okay, since you all said so, it must be good. I'm looking forward to it."

Sometimes, the taste of the farmer's banquet is much better than the small and fancy dishes in the big hotel.

And the price is actually not low.

Jiang Cheng remembered that he went to the farmer's villa once when he talked about business with his father before.

Ten abalones cost thousands of dollars, a sea bass costs hundreds of dollars, and a plate of shrimps also costs thousands of dollars.

Simply put, the whole meal costs tens of thousands of dollars.

However, the positioning of these natural farms is originally for the rich, and these days, the main organic and natural products are expensive.

After completing the formalities at the Mercedes-Benz exhibition hall, the three people split up.

Chen Hao and Wang Zheng went to arrange the evening food and drinks first, while Jiang Cheng returned to the Ferrari booth.

Seeing Zhou Ying still standing next to the car, Jiang Cheng asked, "Are you going to get off work?"

Zhou Ying looked at the time and said embarrassedly, "There's still half an hour left. Did you go to the Mercedes-Benz to buy a car?"

Although the Mercedes-Benz and Ferrari were more than 50 meters apart, Zhou Ying still noticed Jiang Cheng's actions just now.

Jiang Cheng nodded: "I'm going to buy a supercar for my old man. After looking around, I found all the cars too flashy. Finally, I can only choose Mercedes-Benz."

"Mercedes-Benz supercar? AMG GTR, the two-door one?"

Jiang Cheng shook his head: "I bought a four-door one. My mother is afraid that my father will show off, so she has never let him buy a supercar. The four-door one has the performance of a supercar and a more business-like appearance. It's just right."

Hearing Jiang Cheng say this, Zhou Ying covered her mouth and smiled: "I remember my mother used to do the same to my father."

As if she had thought of something, Zhou Ying's expression became a little strange again.

"It's almost time to get off work. Why don't we leave now? There's not many people here anyway."

Zhou Ying nodded: "Then I'll talk to the manager. Wait a minute."