Chapter 9: Born with a Destiny of Poverty

Han Mo's attitude was very firm, so He Huanhuan had no choice but to bike him to the 4S store.

It had to be said, riding an electric scooter to buy a BYD—the vibe really matched.

Inside the 4S store, the salesperson's eyes lit up the moment he saw Han Mo.

This guy looks rich, go for it!

He swooped over instantly. Good service could at least sell him a Bao. Maybe if luck struck, he could even sell a U!

"Sir, miss, do you have any prior knowledge of BYD? What series are you interested in? Do you have a rough budget? Need me to make a recommendation?"

The salesperson's mouth went a mile a minute, staring at the two of them.

He Huanhuan pointed at Han Mo. "He's buying. Ask him."

Han Mo glanced at the salesperson. "Nothing too expensive. Something around five hundred thousand will do."

Whoa! A big spender!

Five hundred thousand and not too expensive!

The salesperson's grin stretched ear to ear. "Bro! Then I have to recommend our Bao 8 top trim. Full comfort, only four hundred thousand out the door."

He pulled out a tablet, ready to give Han Mo a thorough rundown of the car's specs.

Unexpectedly, Han Mo just pulled out a black card. "Run it."

"Huh? That casually?"

The salesperson was stunned. Had he even woken up from his nap yet?

A miracle customer? Did he even deserve this?

Shouldn't he be haggling aggressively down? Shouldn't he be chasing after an employee discount? Shouldn't he demand freebies? Shouldn't he make me kick back my commission to him?

He gaped at Han Mo, refusing to take the card for a long moment.

Han Mo frowned in displeasure. "Is there a problem?"

"No, no..."

The salesperson shook his head furiously, took the card respectfully, and asked cautiously, "Just swipe it? Don't you need a test drive?"

The guy decided too fast; he wasn't used to it.

This actually reminded Han Mo—he bought the car to take He Huanhuan out, so she'd better sit in it first to see if she gets carsick.

He looked down at He Huanhuan. "Want to give it a try?"

"Sure!"

They followed the salesperson to the display car. He opened the doors for them enthusiastically. "Our Bao 8 uses..."

"Blergh!"

As soon as her head poked into the car, that dizzy, nauseous feeling hit her in a second.

"No... blergh... this car... I... blergh... can't sit in it... blergh..."

The salesperson wanted to slap himself. Why did his dead mouth have to say test drive? Just swipe the card, damn it!!

His commission!

His face grimacing, he helped He Huanhuan out. "Um, would you like to try another model? We have other series..."

Thankfully, the customer didn't just turn and leave.

He nervously took them to try the U series. Inevitably, the moment her head went in...

"Blergh!"

The salesperson smiled. He knew it. Heaven doesn't pity the working stiff!

After trying several high-end series, He Huanhuan's face went pale, and she waved her hand. "No more, I'm done testing. My throat hurts..."

Han Mo was puzzled. "Your housekeeper said you don't get carsick in BYDs."

He Huanhuan groaned weakly, "How should I know? I used to ride BYDs when I took ride-hailing cars, and I didn't get carsick at all!"

A faint spark of hope flickered in the salesperson's dead heart. "Miss, could the car you sat in have been a Qin, Song, Yuan, or Han?"

He Huanhuan shook her head. "No idea. I just know it was a BYD."

She was only twelve then, riding for the first time. She was terrified of looking clueless.

Before the car came, she'd kept searching online how to open the door. She hadn't paid any attention to the model.

"Miss, can we try one more time?"

The salesperson stared at He Huanhuan with hopeful little eyes. "Last time. If it doesn't work, we're done. Deal?"

A hundred thousand—fine, just let him close one deal!

He gritted his teeth and took her straight to the Qin, the go-to ride-hailing car.

And honestly, as soon as He Huanhuan sat in it, it felt like being home!

No dizziness, no dry heaving, no discomfort at all!

That soft, squishy seat! That charming leather smell!

So comfortable!

She sat there happily. "If you'd brought me to try this one earlier, none of this hassle would've happened!"

This was exactly the ride-hailing car she'd taken!

Hehe, so cozy!

The salesperson wept inside. His commission! His miracle customer!

He'd never be a blabbermouth again!

A four-hundred-thousand car or a hundred-thousand car—it made no difference to Han Mo. This car was bought to pick up He Huanhuan. He wouldn't drive it himself anyway.

As long as she was happy riding it, the money was well spent.

Taking the black card again, the salesperson kept his mouth shut.

Just swipe the card. Don't say a word.

As he turned, he heard He Huanhuan ask, "Hey, if we buy a car here, do you get any gifts?"

Great!

He knew it. A rich guy who buys a cheap car still turns into a high-maintenance customer!

He was wrong. So wrong.

He should never have been assigned to sell this cheap car.

Because of selling this cheap car, his guilty conscience made his mouth run off.

Now, thanks to his loose lips, he'd lost his big sale!

He turned around with a bitter face. "Miss, our car doesn't come with any free gifts..."

He Huanhuan crossed her arms. "That's nonsense. When my grandma bought a three-wheeler, they gave her eggs! A store this big doesn't give anything?"

Stubborn customer!

The salesperson braced himself and started the tug-of-war with He Huanhuan.

The salesperson emphasized, "Our car's selling point is affordability and value. But since you bought so decisively, I can apply for a free seat cushion for you."

He Huanhuan reached for the card. "A hundred-thousand car and you only throw in a seat cushion? Your store is pretty stingy! We're not buying!"

The salesperson clutched the black card tightly. "Alright alright... I'll throw in a free dash cam too. But this is coming out of my own pocket. Please don't tell other customers, or it'll make things hard for me..."

"That sales line is way too clichéd. Who'd believe that!"

......

Han Mo's brows furrowed again.

Only after He Huanhuan had wrangled a whole set of freebies from the salesperson did Han Mo get a chance to ask her, "Why did you ask for all these things?"

Why bother with free cheap stuff?

"Wouldn't you have to spend money on them otherwise? Why pay when you can get them free?"

He Huanhuan glared at him. "Don't you throw these away! If I find out you did, I swear I will too, believe me!"

"...Fine."

Since he'd become an adult, a full ten years, he'd met countless people.

Men and women alike.

All of them schemed to squeeze money out of him. He Huanhuan was the first person crazy enough to save him money.

He glanced at the goofily grinning girl beside him, silently pulled out his phone, and opened the chat with Chen Yu:

[Those new summer runway pieces. Buy them and have them sent to Gu Chacha.]

The other side typed back a string of question marks.

[Why? Didn't Gu Chengye want you to get close to the real daughter?]

His fingers paused on the screen for a moment, then firmly typed a line: Too many variables. She's not easy to handle.

He needed the two families' collaboration to go smoothly. As the bond for this partnership, his fiancée—

Needed to be easy to coax, easy to deal with, easy to communicate with.

He Huanhuan clearly didn't qualify.

And Gu Chacha, the fake daughter raised in the Gu family—

Money was her lifeblood.

Pampering her came down to just spending money.