Metropolis: I Can Inherit Wealth

"By the way, principal, what car do you want?"

With that said, Lin Feng set his sights on Wang Cong.

To him, a mere Mercedes is just a matter of convenience. If you can use this Mercedes to make good friends with Wang Cong, the son of the richest man in China, why not do it.

Wang Cong was a little helpless and pretended to be coerced in front of others all day long. This is a taste of being pretended to be coerced by others, but he did not refuse. He smiled and accepted: "Since Lao Qin has taken a big G, then I will follow He is the same!"

To befriend such a rich man who makes an extraordinary move is profitable but harmless to him.

Hearing this, Lin Feng looked directly at the Mercedes 4S store manager who was laughing with him: "You must have heard clearly, except for the two big Gs, the rest of the cars belong to me. Xinya, you go and deal with it."

"OK."

The manager of the Mercedes-Benz 4S store quickly took out the prepared contract.

"Since the Lin Feng brothers said so, I won't say much. In the future, we will be friends. If you need me Qin Lin, brothers can speak."

Qin Lin and Wang Cong looked at each other and said in unison.

"That's OK, if you guys have any fun in the future, call me together. I don't like others, so I like to have fun." Lin Feng replied with a smile.

Although this trip was to purchase some things, the biggest gain was to get to know Wang Cong and Qin Lin.

After all, this world is a game of the strong, and those who control wealth control everything.

Whether it is the parents of Wang Cong and Qin Lin, or they themselves, they are equal to potential wealth, and it is impossible to say when they need these people to connect with them.

Therefore, he did not hesitate to pay a little bit of trivial things to gain the friendship of these people.

"Boss, it's ten o'clock, shall we go to the city?" Mo Xinya asked in a low voice.

Taking a deep look at her, Lin Feng turned to look at Wang Cong and Shi Shiran, "I'm really sorry, I still have something to do, two of you..."

"Brother Lin Feng has to go to work beforehand, and Lao Wang and I will do it by ourselves."

Qin Lin glanced at Wang Cong and replied with a smile.

They also knew that the friendship between gentlemen was as pale as water, and they didn't go deeper. They just asked their respective phone numbers and added Wei Xun to each other.

At the same time, Mo Xinya swiped all the money by credit card, leaving the rest to the bodyguards, and the two strode out of the Mercedes-Benz 4S store.

After watching Lin Feng leave, Wang Cong finally couldn't help but speak: "Hey! I said Lao Qin, when did your kid meet this kind of character in Jinling, he didn't introduce him to me before."

"I just ran into him at a Maserati 4S store, and I almost fucked him."

Qin Lin gave him a white look, and said with some irritation: "Laozi originally wanted to buy a car for the president as a gift. Who knew he bought all the cars in the store, but he ran to Mercedes-Benz and was rounded up by others."

"Hahaha! Didn't you make a profit, the president is only more than 1.6 million, this big G is more than 3 million."

Wang Cong laughed out loud, causing Qin Lin to roll his eyes. Brother is like someone who lacks that little money?

"But what is this person's background? I think he seems to be in his early 20s. He is even bigger than the two of us. It's kind of like my old man."

"It's not easy, I just saw him ride a Bentley Mulsanne, a special one, with twelve bodyguards behind his butt, it's definitely not a fake."

Eyes burst into light, and Qin Lin said solemnly: "Maybe we have picked up a big leak in this wave."

Wang Cong nodded his head with deep understanding, received a car, but met such a character, naturally he did not lose.

Lin Feng, who had already left, naturally did not know that Wang Cong and the others had developed a strong curiosity about himself. At this time, he was ready to go to the most famous luxury street in Jinling.

As for the 4S store, all matters are handled by bodyguards. In order to avoid taxation, Lin Feng has a Jiankang Investment Company under his name, so these cars are all regarded as company property, and there is no worry about whose name is written on the cars.

No matter whose name is written, it is his anyway.

"Xinya, you said I want to change my outfit, where should I start?"

Sitting in the car, Lin Feng pondered for a while, as if he was not dissatisfied with what he was wearing. He really couldn't remember what to change.

"Boss, you need to change your hairstyle, clothes, shoes, and belts. At least it must be in line with the temperament of a rich man. You are too student-like now." Mo Xinya said with a chuckle.

"All right."

Lin Feng scratched his head and decided to do what Mo Xinya said.

Sometimes, clothing is also a manifestation of identity. The top wealthy people in China seem to wear very ordinary clothes, but in fact, they are top luxury configurations from head to toe.

Like Armani, Versace, Dior, that can't make it to the table.

Just like the current little Ma, the guy said that I was wearing a certain treasure, but who didn't know that the pair of cloth shoes on people's feet were specially customized by Yanjing's century-old store.

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