181: One car can buy our entire neighborhood! ?

"Three hundred thousand?"

A young man in a white shirt in the crowd blurted out, his voice full of surprise.

His company ID badge was still clipped to his shirt collar, with the words "Intern at a certain tech company" printed on it.

The young man had only graduated half a year ago, and after deducting social security, his monthly salary was just over two thousand...

To him, three hundred thousand was money he could only save after six years of not eating or drinking.

In his eyes, a car worth three hundred thousand was already a "peak of life" level luxury car...

The young man's eyes were wide, staring intently at the car, his heart burning as if a basin of hot water had been poured over it...

Three hundred thousand! He couldn't even afford the down payment now.

If he could drive a car like that, he wouldn't have to squeeze onto the subway during rush hour commutes anymore, and maybe even get the goddess he secretly admired at work to look at him twice...

He even started to fantasize about himself sitting in the driver's seat.

Holding the leather steering wheel, his favorite song playing on the car's stereo, surrounded by envious gazes from everyone; that feeling would definitely be more satisfying than winning the lottery...

He subconsciously touched the bus card in his pocket, the edges of the card already worn white, and a wave of disappointment washed over him:

When would he be like this car owner... not have to calculate for a few yuan in bus fare?

"Pfft, three hundred thousand? Give me ten of them!"

Big Brother Li looked at the young man with disdain, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

The contempt in his eyes was almost overflowing, as if he was looking at an uncultured bumpkin who had never seen the world...

"This is a car worth twenty to thirty million! One car could buy our entire neighborhood! Do you think it's like those beat-up vans for hauling goods downstairs from your house?"

His words were like a thunderclap, instantly causing an uproar in the crowd.

The buzzing discussions instantly turned deafening, startling even the sparrows in the nearby trees into flight.

Big Brother Li looked at the shocked, wide-mouthed expressions of the crowd, feeling even more pleased, his back straightened like a telephone pole...

He loved this feeling of being admired, especially in front of these people who usually looked down on him. Being able to show off a bit was sweeter than honey.

Normally at work, colleagues found him talkative and unknowledgeable. Today, he could finally vent all the grievances he had bottled up for half a year...

He deliberately pulled out his phone, pretending to check the time, but actually trying to hide the smile that was almost reaching his ears:

See? I just know more than all of you...

A luxury car you'll never see in your lifetime, not only have I seen it, but I can also tell you its price. Can you?

The crowd instantly erupted, gasps of cold air rising and falling, like the rustling of wind through trees.

"Oh my god! Twenty to thirty million? What kind of important person can afford to drive that..."

"Good heavens! If that money were in the bank... the annual interest alone would be enough for my retirement!"

"That's too exaggerated! Our dilapidated neighborhood... how could such an impressive person come here?"

The discussions grew louder and louder, everyone's face filled with shock and disbelief.

Someone even pulled out their phone to search for "Maybach Daulet," and after seeing the online prices and descriptions, they gasped even more, their fingers starting to tremble, muttering repeatedly:

"Oh my goodness!"

His phone almost dropped to the ground...

An old man in blue slippers, holding a birdcage, was originally teasing his bird. The hwamei in the cage was chirping away.

After hearing the price, the old man's hand shook, and the birdcage hit the nearby tree trunk with a clang. The hwamei bird fluttered wildly in fright, losing several feathers.

The old man quickly steadied the birdcage, muttering, "You little rascal, you scared me,"...

But his eyes were still fixed on the car, his heart filled with awe.

He had lived for over seventy years, and the highest official he had ever met was the director of the neighborhood committee...

He had never seen anything so expensive in his life. Twenty to thirty million, what kind of high-ranking official or wealthy boss could afford to drive that!

There was also a young mother holding a child, wearing a faded floral dress, the child gnawing on his fingers in her arms...

After hearing the price, she subconsciously hugged her child tighter, afraid that the child might move and touch the car.

If it really got damaged, she couldn't afford to pay even if she sold herself...

She looked at the car, her eyes full of envy, thinking:

If her child's father could be so capable, she wouldn't have to calculate money for groceries every day, and wouldn't have to buy discounted formula for her child...

She even started to guess the owner's identity: a real estate mogul? Or an internet new rich?

No matter who it was, they were worlds apart from ordinary people like them...

Maybe he'll take a liking to me?

After all, I've been taking good care of myself, and I still have my charm!

"It must be some big boss coming to our neighborhood for business, right?"

A middle-aged man in a gray suit and striped tie pushed up his glasses, his tone carrying a hint of feigned profundity.

The cuffs of his suit were frayed, and his tie was crooked, indicating that he rarely wore formal attire...

He worked as a department manager at a nearby company and had only ever dealt with clients with assets of a few million at most.

This was the first time he had seen such a top-tier wealthy person...

He felt that the car owner must have come to the neighborhood to find someone.

Otherwise, why would such an expensive car be parked at the entrance of such an old, rundown place?

The middle-aged man was full of curiosity, even a little eager to meet the car owner...

If he could strike up a conversation with such a high-level figure, even just handing over a business card, he could brag a bit more in the industry later.

Maybe it would help his career, even if it was just to get a familiar face...

He quietly straightened his suit jacket, smoothed out the wrinkles, wiped the dust off his leather shoes with his fingers, and straightened his back, wanting to appear more presentable...

Just in case he met the car owner later, to leave a good impression...

He speculated about the car owner's identity in his mind: was he in real estate? Or finance?

No matter which industry, he was worth currying favor with...

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[Second day in the small dark room, still not out o(╥﹏╥)o]