36: Chapter 36 That's definitely a convertible!

The VIP reception area of the Porsche Center was quiet and private.

Su Ran guided Zhang Qi to sit on the leather sofa, then gently helped him take off his custom-made jacket, which cost over a hundred thousand, and hung it on the coat rack nearby.

"Brother Qi, please have a seat and rest for a moment. I'll go get you a cup of coffee. The beans in our store are freshly ground Geisha, and the taste is quite good." Su Ran leaned over slightly, and the enticing patch of snowy white at her neckline was vaguely visible.

Zhang Qi leaned comfortably into the sofa, his gaze scanning unreservedly over the stunning curves outlined by her tight-fitting skirt, and he nodded with a smile: "Go ahead."

Su Ran turned around and walked in her high heels toward the bar not far away.

While skillfully operating the semi-automatic coffee machine worth hundreds of thousands, Su Ran took her phone out of her skirt pocket, opened WeChat, and found her best friend, Qian Mengsheng, pinned at the top.

Her fingers tapped rapidly: "Brother Qi is here at my place today."

The message was sent out like a stone sinking into the ocean; the chat interface remained quiet, with no response at all.

Su Ran looked at the screen, a faint, imperceptible arc appearing at the corners of her mouth. She, of course, knew that Qian Mengsheng was probably hiding in some corner sulking right now.

But she felt absolutely no guilt in her heart.

In the world of adults, there isn't much room for being overly modest or self-sacrificing. A high-quality man of Zhang Qi's level is something a young girl like Qian Mengsheng, who just graduated and is blinded by puppy love, simply couldn't handle.

Even if she didn't make a move, Zhang Qi would sooner or later be surrounded by all sorts of high-level green tea bitches and socialites.

Since that's the case, it's better for her to take advantage of her proximity. It's better for the meat to stay in the pot than to benefit some wild woman outside.

Once she truly becomes Zhang Qi's woman, leaking a few resources here and there would be enough to help this silly best friend of hers.

This is called a win-win.

Accompanied by the "hissing" steam sound of the coffee machine, the rich aroma of coffee permeated the air.

Su Ran brought back two cups of latte with latte art, walking back to the reception area with a swaying, graceful gait.

She placed one of the cups gently on the coffee table in front of Zhang Qi, then sat down extremely naturally on the single sofa next to him.

Her two long, straight legs, clad in black silk, were elegantly crossed, and the hem of her skirt hiked up slightly, revealing a stretch of absolute territory that was enough to make one's blood boil.

"Brother Qi, have a taste." Su Ran looked at him with a beaming smile.

Zhang Qi picked up the coffee and took a sip; the taste was indeed much better than the dishwater served at those chain coffee shops outside.

"Not bad." Zhang Qi set the cup down.

Su Ran was delighted by the compliment. Instead of rushing to make a sales pitch, she chatted like an old friend to get to the main point: "Brother Qi, since you came by today, is there a specific model you're interested in learning about, or are you just looking around?"

Zhang Qi didn't actually have any in-depth knowledge of cars; his limited understanding was only from some review videos he occasionally scrolled past on Douyin.

He leaned back on the sofa, his fingers tapping gently on the leather armrest, his tone as casual as if he were buying cabbage at the market.

"I don't really know much, and I'm too lazy to pick."

"My budget is around two million. You can recommend one for me."

As soon as these words were spoken,

Su Ran's hand holding the coffee cup trembled violently, and she almost spilled the brown liquid onto her white shirt.

Over two million!

Although she hadn't witnessed Zhang Qi's attitude of treating money like dirt yesterday, she knew that Zhang Qi was definitely someone who wasn't short of money.

But buying a car is different from eating or buying a watch.

Although Porsche has many models, the cheapest Macan or 718 only costs about five or six hundred thousand for the base model, and even with some options, you could get one for just over a million.

Many so-called bosses who come to the Porsche dealership to act rich are actually aiming for the lowest configuration, and they even have to take out a mortgage, driving the car away with a down payment of only two or three hundred thousand.

But the moment Zhang Qi opened his mouth, he directly raised the budget to over two million!

This was definitely real, hard cash. A man who could casually take out over two million in cash to buy a car for daily commuting must have a net worth of at least tens of millions, if not hundreds of millions.

Su Ran felt her heart pounding violently in her chest, her blood flow accelerated, and even her exquisite, fair face flushed with a moving rosy glow.

She took a deep breath, suppressed the excitement in her heart, and tried hard to make her voice sound professional.

"Brother Qi, if the budget is over two million, the selection is very wide."

"If you prefer business and family use, we can look at the Panamera Executive extended version, or the top-of-the-line Cayenne, which has a large space and is comfortable to sit in."

"If you want to pursue pure driving pleasure and a flashy factor, then the 911 series is definitely the best choice."

"The 911 comes in hardtop, soft-top, and full convertible versions. Driving it on the street, the head-turning rate is absolutely one hundred percent."

Zhang Qi listened to her introduction, his gaze falling quite bluntly on her pretty face, which was slightly flushed with excitement, and then slid down along her slender neck to the fullness tightly stretched by her white shirt.

This woman, once she entered work mode, had an intellectual and capable aura, and combined with this extremely seductive professional attire, it was enough to hook a man's soul.

Zhang Qi couldn't help but smile, not hiding his true thoughts at all.

"Forget the Cayenne."

"What's the point of buying a Porsche? Isn't it just for showing off?"

"It feels a bit silly to spend over two million to buy a Porsche SUV. If I really wanted to buy an SUV, I might as well just go buy a Range Rover or a Mercedes G-Wagon."

Hearing this extremely grounded and blunt complaint from Zhang Qi, Su Ran couldn't hold it back and burst into laughter.

She laughed until her body shook, and the stunning curves on her chest rose and fell violently, making it hard for Zhang Qi to look away.

"Brother Qi, you're so funny." Su Ran covered her mouth, her eyes bright, "Actually, many knowledgeable customers think the same way in private; the soul of Porsche is the sports car."

"Then let's just look at the 911 series. What kind do you like? Convertible or hardtop?"

"Convertible, I guess." Zhang Qi made the decision without hesitation.

What's the difference between buying a sports car and not buying a convertible? It's like wearing fine clothes in the dark.

As for the practical issues—like how a convertible would be boiling hot in the summer and freezing cold in the winter in a subtropical climate like Shenzhen, or how it's prone to getting dusty—Zhang Qi didn't care at all.

Buying this car is just for it to be a toy. If he really needed something practical, he could just buy another car later.

"If you want a convertible, I highly recommend the 911 Carrera 4 GTS Cabriolet." Excitement flashed in Su Ran's eyes, and the professional sales pitch rolled off her tongue.

"This car is all-wheel drive, with extremely powerful performance, and the 0-100 acceleration takes only three-point-something seconds. Its handling is also the ceiling in its class."

"Moreover, its soft-top convertible design is very classic, supporting automatic raising and lowering at speeds of up to 50 kilometers per hour. Whether you encounter a sudden rain shower or want to cruise along the coastal boulevard, it is very practical."

"The most important thing is that the on-the-road price of this car, plus the options, is just right in the two-million-plus range, which perfectly fits your budget."

Zhang Qi didn't fully understand everything, but he trusted Su Ran's taste.

Since this woman wanted to please him, she would absolutely not try to fool him with something mediocre.

"Alright, sounds good." Zhang Qi put down his coffee cup, stood up, and said, "Take me to see the actual car."

"Okay, follow me." Su Ran stood up immediately.

She was wearing that kind of extremely tight-fitting skirt today. The moment she stood up, the hem of the skirt pulled up slightly due to the tension of the fabric, displaying her stunning waist-to-hip ratio to the fullest.

Su Ran walked in front to lead the way.

Her black pointed high heels clicked on the smooth marble floor with a crisp and rhythmic sound.

With every step she took, her pair of top-tier long legs, wrapped in ultra-sheer black silk, moved forward alternately, and the rounded and perky curves were vaguely visible under the skirt—it was simply a top-tier visual feast.

Zhang Qi followed behind her unhurriedly, his hands in his trouser pockets.

The distance was very close; he could even clearly smell the faint, high-end perfume emanating from Su Ran, mixed with the unique scent of a woman, which was like an invisible hook, constantly teasing the man's nerves.

Meanwhile, behind the glass curtain wall on the other side of the showroom,

Sales Manager Liu Qiang was standing with his hands behind his back, his extremely prominent beer belly sticking out, his pair of triangular eyes staring fixedly at Zhang Qi and Su Ran as they walked toward the display area.

His face was so gloomy it looked like it was about to drip water.

Just a moment ago, Su Ran had embarrassed him in front of so many colleagues, and that malicious fire had been burning inside him ever since.

Having been a manager at the Porsche Center for so many years, which beautiful new female sales associate hadn't been completely under his control? With a little pressure on their performance and a promise of some benefits, who hadn't ended up crawling into his bed obediently?

Yet this Su Ran was immune to both soft and hard tactics, like a stone that was both smelly and hard.

"Pretend, keep pretending." Liu Qiang looked at Zhang Qi's back and let out a disdainful sneer.

He admitted that Zhang Qi's outfit was indeed not cheap, and he looked like a wealthy young master.

But so what?

A Porsche isn't cabbage in a vegetable market that anyone who walks in can just buy.

In this day and age, the overall economic environment isn't good, and even the landlord's family doesn't have extra grain. Among those real big bosses who buy cars, who isn't calculating carefully and comparing prices? They also have to consider messy issues like company accounts and tax deductions.

Buying a luxury car for over two million, from looking at the car, test driving, negotiating the price, finalizing the options, to finally paying the deposit, it's impossible to get it done without three or five interactions.

What's more, many so-called prospective customers are actually just here to feast their eyes, take a few photos, and post them on WeChat Moments to show off.

Liu Qiang used his so-called "experienced in reading people" judgment to conclude that this man was definitely a tool man Su Ran had found to meet her appointment KPI.

"You want to use this trick to fool me? You're still too green." Liu Qiang snorted coldly in his heart.

He had already made up his mind.

He would just stand here and stare fixedly.

Wait for this kid to look around pretentiously, and then sneak away with some excuse like "I don't like the color," "I'm not satisfied with the options," or "I'll go back and consider it."

At that moment, Su Ran's act wouldn't be able to continue.

By then, he could rightfully walk over and, in front of everyone, curse Su Ran until she was drenched in dog's blood, using excuses like "fabricating facts, deceiving leadership, and having an incorrect work attitude."

Then he would see how this woman could maintain that high and arrogant face.

Thinking of Su Ran's top-tier long legs wrapped in black silk and her proud figure, Liu Qiang felt a heat surge in his lower abdomen and couldn't help but reach out to touch his sparse hair.

He was determined to eat this piece of fat.