10: Chapter 10 Auto Show Turmoil

Lin Yu also realized he was a bit abrupt, coughed to cover his embarrassment, and handed over the helmet: "Here, put this on, we're leaving."

"Mhm."

Director Chu Yao nodded gently, took the helmet, put it on, and lightly sat sideways on the back seat of the electric scooter.

At least she isn't angry, Lin Yu thought as he twisted the throttle.

The electric scooter carried the two of them and slowly started moving.

But as the wheels turned, the back wheel started making that "creak—creak—" sound again.

Director Chu Yao was stunned for a moment, then realized what it was.

She couldn't help but burst into laughter, laughing until she swayed back and forth.

However, Lin Yu was facing away from her, so he couldn't see this scene.

"Don't move around, hold onto me! If you fall off, I won't be responsible!" Lin Yu warned, pretending to be serious.

Director Chu Yao finally stopped laughing and said helplessly: "I really have to hand it to you and this piece of junk bike."

She hadn't even realized it, but at some point, one of her arms had quietly wrapped around Lin Yu's waist, and her shoulder was resting gently against his back.

The scenery flew by, accompanied by laughter all the way.

Before they knew it, they arrived near the International Convention and Exhibition Center.

The closer they got to the venue, the more people there were on the road.

The noise gradually grew louder, and there were citizens coming to see the car show everywhere.

And Lin Yu's old electric scooter, which kept "creaking" all the way, carrying the stunningly beautiful Director Chu Yao, caused passersby to look over one after another wherever they went.

Many people were frantically complaining in their hearts:

"Damn, such a beautiful woman, like a fairy, why is she sitting on such a piece of junk electric scooter?"

"What a pity. Come with me, brother, I have a car!"

A series of complex, envious, puzzled, and even slightly sour gazes were cast upon them.

But Lin Yu and Director Chu Yao didn't care at all.

So what if it was a junk car?

Having the right person by your side was more comfortable than any luxury car.

Lin Yu parked the electric scooter in the non-motorized vehicle area outside the car show venue, and the two walked toward the entrance.

As soon as they entered the main gate, the spacious and magnificent exhibition hall came into view.

The ceiling was nearly ten meters high, with light boxes and neon strips of various car brands hanging from it.

The light was bright and transparent, and the floor was as clean as a mirror, reflecting the streamlined bodies of the exhibition cars.

The entire venue was clearly divided according to brand grade: the entire area on the left was the domestic brand zone, with domestic car companies like Geely, Great Wall, BYD, Changan, and Chery lined up.

The booth designs were simple and atmospheric, without overly flashy decorations.

The middle area was the joint-venture brand zone, where old-school car companies like Volkswagen, Toyota, Honda, Nissan, and Buick occupied the core positions, with dense crowds at the booths.

The innermost area was the luxury brand zone, where the three giants of BBA, Porsche, Land Rover, Maserati, and other luxury cars were lined up.

The booth decorations were luxurious, the lighting had more texture, and the air seemed to be filled with the scent of money.

The exhibition hall was boisterous.

Ordinary people bringing their families to see cars, media reporters taking continuous photos with their cameras, sales consultants in suits explaining parameters, and car models with tall figures and exquisite makeup... all kinds of people were weaving through it, slightly noisy but full of passion.

Every brand booth was surrounded by many visitors, and the sounds of shutters, explanations, and price inquiries intertwined, fully displaying the heat of the automotive market.

Lin Yu and Director Chu Yao didn't head straight to the luxury car area but walked into the domestic brand zone first.

"The changes in domestic cars in recent years are really too great."

Lin Yu scanned the new domestic cars with avant-garde designs and exclaimed sincerely, "In the past, people always said that the 'three major components' of domestic cars were no good, their appearance was old-fashioned, and their interiors were cheap. Looking at them now, things are long gone from what they used to be."

Director Chu Yao nodded gently and reached out to stroke the door of a domestic SUV beside her: "The design has indeed improved significantly, the lines are smooth, and the appearance is completely on par with joint-venture cars."

"It's not just the appearance."

Lin Yu pointed to the power logo on the front of the car, "Our domestic hybrid and pure electric technologies have long been at the forefront of the world. In terms of range, power, and intelligent configuration, they have already surpassed joint-venture cars in many places. The cost-performance ratio is even more indisputable. You can buy configurations worth over two hundred thousand in a joint-venture car for just over one hundred thousand. It's enough for ordinary families to use for commuting and daily life."

The two walked to a highly popular domestic plug-in hybrid SUV.

The black body had a strong aura, the front headlights were sharp, and the wheel design was sporty.

The sales consultant immediately stepped forward enthusiastically: "Sir, Madam, you have great taste. This is our latest flagship SUV, plug-in hybrid, with a pure electric range of two hundred kilometers. You don't need to burn gas for daily commuting at all. The comprehensive range is one thousand two hundred kilometers. It has a 1.5T hybrid-specific engine, zero to one hundred acceleration in 5.9 seconds, a large space, and full configurations. Panoramic sunroof, seat ventilation and heating, and intelligent driving assistance are all included. It only costs a little over one hundred sixty thousand on the road."

Lin Yu signaled for Director Chu Yao to get in and experience it first.

Director Chu Yao sat in the driver's seat.

The leather seats had excellent wrap, the interior used a dual-screen design, full of a sense of technology.

There was almost no odor inside the car, and the materials were solid.

She adjusted the seat and steering wheel and said softly: "The space is very spacious, the vision is also good, and the interior feel is also okay."

Lin Yu also sat in the back row.

There was plenty of legroom and headroom, which was completely enough for home use.

He smiled and nodded to the salesperson: "The car is indeed good. It's something to be proud of that domestic cars can be made like this."

After finishing the domestic zone, the two turned into the joint-venture brand zone.

Compared with the cutting-edge domestic cars, the appearance of joint-venture cars was relatively conservative, and there were many classic models.

Lin Yu tapped the door of a popular joint-venture SUV with his fingertip: "Joint-venture cars win because their three major components have been tested by the market for many years, their stability is good, and their reputation was accumulated early. But in the past two years, in order to cope with the impact of domestic cars, the reduction in configuration has become more and more serious."

"Reduction in configuration?" Director Chu Yao was puzzled.

"Mhm." Lin Yu nodded, "In the past, for the same model, there wasn't much difference in configuration between domestic and foreign versions. Now, in order to lower prices and grab the market, they have quietly downgraded the crash beams, sound insulation cotton, tire specifications, and interior materials. It looks cheaper, but in reality, the costs have also been cut in invisible places."

They test-sat in a joint-venture SUV at the same price point.

The interior had a heavy plastic feel, and the configuration was much less than the domestic car just now.

When the salesperson explained, they also deliberately avoided comparing configurations and only emphasized the brand and stability.

Comparing the two, the gap was clear at a glance.

Finally, the two strolled to the luxury brand zone.

The atmosphere here suddenly became high-end and quiet.

There were not many exhibition cars, but each one was worth a lot.

The luxury of Mercedes-Benz, the sportiness of BMW, and the sense of technology of Audi each had their own characteristics.

The Cayenne in the center of the Porsche booth had a powerful aura, the body lines were smooth, and the paint surface had a high-class texture under the lights.

Next to the more top-end supercars stood signs saying "For display only, reservation required in advance," which ordinary people could only watch from afar.

After walking for more than an hour, Director Chu Yao pursed her lips slightly.

Lin Yu saw it and said softly: "Thirsty? You look at the cars you like around here, don't go far, I'll go buy some water."

"Okay." Director Chu Yao nodded, her eyes falling on the Mercedes-Benz G-Class booth nearby, stopping to take a closer look.

Just after Lin Yu left for a while, a middle-aged man with a potbelly, a slightly bald head, and a beer belly that stretched his shirt tightly, with a frivolous smile on his face, appeared.

His arm was held by a young woman with heavy makeup, and his palm slid across the woman's buttocks.

The woman said "hateful" in a coquettish voice.

The greasy uncle laughed, and when he turned his head, he saw Director Chu Yao not far away.

His eyes instantly became viscous, as if he wanted to see through her clothes.

This little face, this figure, it's truly incredible.

After swallowing a mouthful of saliva unconsciously, he walked straight to Director Chu Yao.

He cleared his throat and said: "Beauty, looking at cars alone?"

The man took the initiative to reach out and introduced himself, "My name is Wang Fugui, I do building materials business. I'm quite well-known in Ze City, and I can easily earn three or four million a year. See that you are interested in the G-Class? I'm familiar with this car, I can tell you about it. If you like it, it's not impossible for me to buy you one."

In his heart, he was thinking: Damn, such a stunner, I'll trick her into my hands first.

Director Chu Yao frowned slightly, her eyes cold, completely ignoring him.

She turned to look at the sales consultant: "How much does this top-trim G 63 AMG cost on the road?"

Wang Fugui was ignored, and he couldn't keep face.

The young woman beside him immediately spoke sourly, her tone full of jealousy: "What are you pretending for! I saw you when we entered, you came with a poor kid riding a junk electric scooter. You dare to look at the G-Class? Can you afford it, or can he afford it? A car worth two or three million, he's probably scared away by now. Don't embarrass yourself here. Sleeping with my Brother Wang is the real way to go!"

Who is Director Chu Yao?

Her daily work is dealing with dead bodies, she is used to life and death, her temperament is cold and decisive, how could she have suffered such unprovoked humiliation?

Her eyes turned cold.

Without waiting for the other party to continue clamoring, she raised her hand and slapped her.

"Slap!"

The crisp and loud slap sound was particularly harsh in the quiet luxury car area.

The mean woman was slapped until she staggered, half of her face instantly red and swollen, and tears and snot flowed down on the spot.

She immediately cried and shouted: "You dare to hit me! Brother Fugui, she hit me!"

Seeing Director Chu Yao lose face for him and also hit his mistress, Wang Fugui was suddenly furious.

His original lust instantly turned into hostility.

He pointed at Director Chu Yao and scolded: "You stinky bitch, you refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit! You dare to hit someone? Today I won't let you walk out of this exhibition hall!"

Just at this moment, the whispering crowd was parted by someone, and a young master dressed in exquisite clothes walked over slowly.

The man was twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, about one meter seventy-five tall, wearing a custom white shirt, exquisite cufflinks on his sleeves, a Patek Philippe watch on his wrist, a neat hairstyle, a handsome face, and a noble air of being pampered all over his body.

His eyes fell on Director Chu Yao, first in amazement, then he scanned the situation in the field, heard the discussions around him, and immediately understood what was going on.

He decided to play the hero to save the beauty and win the beauty's favor.

"Boss Wang, it's not appropriate to make noise and bully a girl in a public place, right?"

The young master's voice was indifferent, but with an unquestionable sense of oppression.

Wang Fugui turned his head to look, his face changed suddenly, the arrogance just now disappeared instantly, and he nodded and bowed: "Little, Little President Liu? Why are you here?"

The person in front of him was Liu Mingxuan, the son of the Ze City real estate tycoon Liu Zhenhong, with family assets of two or three billion.

He was well-known in the socialite circle of Ze City.

Wang Fugui's net worth wasn't even enough to carry the shoes of the Liu family.

Liu Mingxuan couldn't be bothered to talk nonsense with him, stepped forward, and slapped Wang Fugui on the face.

"Slap!"

This slap was heavier than the one Director Chu Yao gave just now.

Wang Fugui's mouth bled, but he didn't dare to have any resistance, covering his face and trembling.

"Apologize to this lady."

Liu Mingxuan's tone was cold.

Wang Fugui dared not disobey, bowed his head and bowed to Director Chu Yao repeatedly: "I'm sorry, Miss, it's me who has no eyes, it's my mouth that is cheap. You have a large heart, please don't be like me."

Director Chu Yao kept a cold face and didn't speak.

Just at this moment, Lin Yu took two bottles of mineral water and walked quickly to Director Chu Yao's side.

He handed the water to her and asked: "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine!"

Then she told him everything that had just happened.

After listening to Director Chu Yao's account, Lin Yu's face became more and more gloomy.

He nodded slightly to Liu Mingxuan and said: "Thanks, brother, for your righteous help."

Then he turned to the Wang Fugui beside him, grabbed the other's collar with both hands, and directly lifted the potbellied middle-aged man off the ground.

A hint of terrifying killing intent flashed deep in his eyes, and his voice was low and cold, like a poison-quenched blade: "Listen clearly, stay away from my woman. If there is a next time, I will scrap your third leg."

Wang Fugui only felt a chill rushing from the soles of his feet to his head, scared out of his wits, his legs went weak, and he kept nodding tremblingly: "I won't dare again! I won't dare again! Spare my life!"

Lin Yu snorted coldly and threw him on the ground: "Get lost!"

Although Wang Fugui was fat, his movements were quite agile.

He didn't care about his burst shirt, "Yes, yes, I'll get lost," he said while crawling up and running away in a sorry state.

The mean woman followed him in a panic.

Walking to Director Chu Yao's side, Lin Yu naturally reached out and hugged her slender waist, his tone gentle, completely different from just now: "Scared? Which car do you like? I'll buy it for you."

Director Chu Yao was still in a state of shutdown, her mind blank: When did I become his woman? He is usually a very gentle person, why is he so domineering and scary when he gets angry?

The sales consultant next to her was the first to recover.

Seeing the beauty didn't answer, he quickly pointed to the golden booth and said: "Sir, this lady was just looking at this top-trim Mercedes-Benz G 63 AMG."

"Okay, then this one."

Lin Yu didn't even ask the price, turned to look at Director Chu Yao: "Give me your ID card."

"Oh, okay!"

Director Chu Yao promised and took out her ID card from her pocket and handed it over, still thinking about what just happened.

Is this the so-called 'angry for a beauty'?

Lin Yu handed it to the salesperson, his tone as flat as buying Chinese cabbage: "Top trim, full payment, handle the procedures now."

"Okay, okay, sir! Please come with me!"

The salesperson's voice was trembling with excitement.

He had never seen such a straightforward super-rich client in his life.

The surrounding crowd of onlookers was completely stunned, dumbfounded.

"Damn! This is too domineering! He didn't even ask for the price and just paid in full for the G-Wagon?"

"Wow! He's handsome, rich, and spoils his girlfriend. This is too cool!"

Liu Mingxuan also completely extinguished his thoughts of pursuing Director Chu Yao.

Only admiration and the intention to make friends remained in his eyes.

He quickly followed up — he couldn't even do this easily himself, being able to casually give a car worth more than three million to the woman beside him.

This person is not simple, he must befriend him.