2: Chapter 2 The Low-Key Junior is Actually a Hidden Tycoon

The driver's mouth twitched; he didn't know how to respond to that.

A student? Going to buy a car? While it wasn't exactly earth-shattering, it was certainly rare.

And he was going to a BMW dealership, no less.

Tang Luochuan sat in the passenger seat and opened his phone to check his balance: "100,006,000 Yuan."

One hundred million, plus the 6,000 Yuan living allowance his parents had given him.

In reality, Tang Luochuan's family was doing alright; they weren't wealthy, but they certainly weren't poor either.

Tang Hai and Zhu Xiumei were workers at a state-owned enterprise. It was tiring work, but it was stable.

"Little brother, we're here! This is the nearest BMW 4S dealership... What kind of car are you looking to buy?" The car had already pulled up to the entrance.

Tang Luochuan scanned the QR code and glanced at the price—it was only a 12-yuan starting fare. "The X7, I quite like it!"

"Oh~" the driver replied, then chuckled, "You've got good taste, that's great."

It was hard to tell if he meant it as a compliment or not, but he clearly didn't believe him.

"I'm heading off, driver!" Tang Luochuan waved his phone showing the payment screen, then opened the car door and walked quickly into the 4S dealership.

The driver checked his phone, confirmed the payment had arrived, then opened the drivers' group chat and held down the voice message button: "Old Zhang, Old Liu! Do you know what kind of passenger I picked up today? A college student, going to the 4S dealership to buy a BMW X7!"

"Whoosh," the voice message sent.

Before long, Old Zhang's voice message came back: "Bullshit! Are you sure he's a student? Maybe he's a teacher or some family member, you need to be sure! A student buying that thing?"

Old Liu replied: "There are some wealthy young masters out there, don't be so skeptical."

The three of them chatted back and forth.

The driver looked at the ride-hailing app and sighed: "Sigh, business is hard to come by these days..."

Near noon, the taxi stopped next to the 4S dealership, and the driver got out and walked to a nearby stall: "Boss, give me an order of cold noodles with sesame sauce..."

"Coming right up!"

Inside the 4S dealership, the saleswoman watched as Tang Luochuan signed his name, stroke by stroke.

She couldn't understand it; the young man in front of her, who looked just like a student, was actually spending one million to buy a car.

But that wasn't the most shocking part.

What was shocking was that in all her years in this industry, she had never seen anyone who didn't haggle or deliberate over the purchase.

The first thing he said when he walked in was that he wanted a black X7!

The second thing he said was, "Paying in full by card."

The third thing he said was, "I have a meeting to attend tonight, please don't bother with the sales pitch!"

Hearing the word "meeting," she thought she must have been mistaken.

Perhaps he was a CEO who just happened to look young? He couldn't be a student.

But when she casually asked what kind of meeting it was, the young man replied: "A freshman class meeting!"

The saleswoman: "...You... must be a very good student then... haha..."

A few minutes later!

"Sir, you don't need to be so careful with every stroke!" The saleswoman watched Tang Luochuan signing and felt a headache coming on.

His handwriting was beautiful, but he was being too meticulous.

Tang Luochuan felt a bit embarrassed: "Sorry, I just graduated from high school! My teachers back then insisted that we write neatly..."

After he signed a few times and finished paying, the saleswoman's eyes lit up.

This commission was earned too easily; she wished there were more customers like him.

Tang Luochuan had gotten his wish and received his car keys! As well as that matte black BMW X7!

After driving out, Tang Luochuan realized he was hungry.

He hadn't driven far before pulling up in front of a small stall...

"Boss, one order of noodles with soybean paste!"

Tang Luochuan found a seat at random and sat down.

Right opposite him, the driver was staring at him in stunned silence.

"Li... Little brother... you really... really picked up the car?"

Tang Luochuan was taken aback: "Oh, you're eating too? Yeah, I picked it up! Oh right, driver, is the nearest porsche dealership far..."

The driver felt an indescribable shock, and a wave of bitterness welled up in his heart: "Go... go out... down this street, take a right and you're there."

Throughout the afternoon, Tang Luochuan ordered a purple porsche Taycan and a black panamera.

He then went to the Lamborghini dealership and ordered a multi-colored Aventador.

Unfortunately, the dealership didn't have any of these cars in stock.

He would have to wait a few days!

Afterwards, he went to buy some clothes and purchased the latest foldable phone.

In the evening, the X7 slowly drove onto campus, not attracting much attention.

There were too many luxury cars in Shanghai; an X7 was nothing special.

That was until the car stopped near the cafeteria...

Tang Luochuan looked through the car window and saw the senior, Shen Muyan, whom he had met at noon, playing badminton with her classmates in an open space nearby.

The young man got out of the car, still wearing the same ordinary outfit from earlier in the day: "Hello, senior..."

He didn't intend to show off his luxury car to the girl; he was just hungry and had come to eat.

"Huh?" Hearing this, Shen Muyan turned her head and happened to see him getting out of the car.

Luxury car? Handsome guy? Junior?

Three words flashed through her mind.

"Shen Muyan!!" a classmate called out from the side, but Shen Muyan was already distracted.

The badminton birdie that had been hit over flew right onto his head.

"Ouch!" Shen Muyan was startled, but for some reason, a blush crept onto her face: "Hello, junior... Your name is... Tang Luochuan, right?"

"Yes! I'm going to go eat now!" Tang Luochuan greeted her simply and returned a faint smile.

Shen Muyan's gaze darted back and forth between the car and him, a strange feeling welling up in her heart.

"Shen Muyan, who was that?"

Several female classmates quickly gathered around; who wouldn't want to ask about a handsome guy?

Shen Muyan replied: "Oh, a new junior who arrived today, Tang Luochuan!"

"A BMW X7, this guy's family must be quite wealthy."

"Damn, driving to school? That's so rare! Definitely a high-quality guy!"

"Hey, what kind of girls do you think he likes? These freshmen are all so eager to start dating as soon as they arrive! This one... do you think... should we give it a try?"

The girls chattered away.

Shen Muyan said nothing. It wasn't like she lacked suitors at school.

But with her celestial beauty, her standards were naturally quite high.

Furthermore, she could tell the difference between having a little money and being truly wealthy.

And finding a boyfriend was genuinely difficult for her... It wasn't that she didn't want to, but a protective circle had already formed around her at school.

The boys who had pursued her all unilaterally categorized her as their own property.

Once any new guy dared to approach her or show interest, he would instantly be targeted by this group, warned both openly and covertly, and forced to stay away from her.

These people knew they couldn't have her, so they stayed by her side as 'friends,' pestering her relentlessly!

And in private, they would engage in all sorts of 'staking their claim.'

However, this group all shared one characteristic: they had a little bit of money...

Everyone kept out of each other's business and just engaged in silent fantasies!

"Shen Muyan!" Just as she thought of this, a voice that filled her with disgust appeared.

The finance department's 'talented scholar' Zhou Ziyu appeared behind her.

This title of 'talented scholar' was truly disgusting; who in their right mind would ever give someone that label?

Rumor had it that this guy had self-proclaimed the title of 'talented scholar,' and even more clumsily, he had his friends pretend to show off on his behalf in front of others.

And he still had to put on a show of being humble.

"Haven't eaten yet? Want to eat together?" Zhou Ziyu walked over quickly, carrying a bunch of snacks, and handed them to Shen Muyan: "I bought these for you... don't mind them."

Shen Muyan glanced at them; this bag of snacks probably cost three or four hundred yuan, which was indeed a lot for these students.

"No need." Shen Muyan had learned her lesson; when she first enrolled last year, Zhou Ziyu had also given her snacks.

But back then, it was just a small pack of crispy noodles, costing only one yuan, and she hadn't thought much of it, just assuming he wanted to make friends.

As a result, just because she ate that one pack, she somehow became his girlfriend in his words!!

Rumors were everywhere that Shen Muyan's boyfriend gave her snacks! How sweet they were!

And what was even more disgusting was that after she learned her lesson, she never accepted snacks from anyone else again.

Zhou Ziyu even had the audacity to boast: "See that? Shen Muyan only accepts what I give her."

But in reality, that was just that one time.