Chapter Forty-Seven: The Boring and Boring Life of a Local Tyrant

"It's really hell today, why is it that everyone in the village is very enthusiastic when they see me. Yang Chen in the convenience store at the head of the village gave me a piece of Huazi for nothing. I don't want it, he can't shake it off unless he shoves it into my hand. โ€

"And there's a Ferrari parked in front of our house. โ€

"There are so many strange things to do today. โ€

After speaking, Father Yang poured a cup of hot water from the table and swallowed it.

Mother Yang couldn't help but purse her lips and smile.

"That's because your son has the ability. โ€

Father Yang scratched his head and looked at Yang Xiaofan with a confused expression.

"What's the matter, you're the emperor?"

Yang Xiaofan couldn't laugh or cry.

"I thought, I have to have that chance. โ€

"That's the same, so what's the matter with you? Can you make the people in the village respect me so much?"

Yang Xiaofan Nunu mouth.

"It's nothing, I just bought a Ferrari. โ€

"Poofโ€”โ€”! cough cough... โ€

Father Yang directly squirted out all the tea, because it was too violent, and it caused him to cough violently twice, choking on his face and neck.

Ignoring his shock, his eyes widened and he looked at Yang Xiaofan like crazy.

"Don't tell me that the Ferrari outside is yours!"

Yang Xiaofan spread out his hand.

"I don't really want to admit it, but... That's just the way it is. โ€

Father Yang gasped deeply, and after being stunned for more than ten seconds, he quickly ran outside, opened the door of the Ferrari and sat in.

"My son drives a Ferrari?"

"My son can afford to drive this car?"

"My son is so promising?"

Father Yang asked excitedly, as if even he didn't believe that he would give birth to such an excellent son.

Mother Yang followed and walked out and dragged him out.

"Look at your stupidity, don't break your son's car, such an expensive car. โ€

"Yes, yes, it can't be broken. โ€

Father Yang nodded again and again, but looked at the car with envy.

Men, for cars, are difficult to resist.

Yang Xiaofan couldn't cry or laugh.

"It's okay, the car isn't so easy to break, and even if it does, it's my dad who broke it, what's the matter?"

"Yes, my son's car, what's wrong with me bumping?"

Father Yang said this sentence very proudly.

However, even when he said it, he did not run into the car and touch it around as before, but stood outside and watched.

Obviously, in his heart, he didn't want to crash his son's car.

Yang Xiaofan's eyes rolled, and he immediately thought of something, and said with a smile:

"By the way, Dad, Mom, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, I'll take you to the city to buy some things. When I returned, I didn't buy you any gifts. โ€

"My own family, what kind of gifts. โ€

"You've raised me for so many years, and now I can earn money, so you have to let me behave. โ€

"That's... Okay, let's go to the city this year. โ€

Father Yang nodded in agreement, and Yang Xiaoqing cheered excitedly.

"Great, let's go to town. Brother, I want to eat hot pot. โ€

"No problem. โ€

Yang Xiaofan drove a car by himself, and then found a taxi and rushed towards the city.

He didn't go to play first, but took his family to the Mercedes-Benz direct store in the county.

This kind of directly-managed store is generally opened by the fourth son store in the city, which is opened for exhibition and sales in the county town, in order to increase performance.

The store also puts some new cars to sell.

Seeing Yang Xiaofan driving here, the family was confused.

"Xiaofan, what are you doing here?"

Yang Xiaofan smiled and said:

"Doesn't my dad like cars? I'm going to buy my dad a car. โ€

Father Yang's body trembled, and his whole body trembled with excitement.

Mother Yang immediately spoke:

"What kind of car to buy him? He's so old, isn't it a waste of money to buy a car? You keep the money, and you have to be busy with your career. โ€

Although Father Yang was excited, he also said:

"That's right, I'll just ride my motorcycle. โ€

Yang Xiaofan said with a smile:

"Your motorcycle is falling apart, you can throw it away. Besides, our family also needs a scooter to travel. โ€

"Then you don't need to buy Mercedes, it's so expensive. โ€

"Your son drives a Ferrari, can he still let you drive a Volkswagen? โ€

As he spoke, Yang Xiaofan couldn't help but say, pulled his parents, and entered the exhibition hall, Xiaoyun and Xiaoqing followed excitedly.

Although Yang Xiaofan bought a Ferrari, he can't be at home every day.

But if Dad buys a Mercedes-Benz, then they can sit every day, hehehehe...

"Hello, sir, are you here to buy a car?"

The sales of small counties are naturally not as good as those in northern Jiangsu, and the reception service is not as standard as the sales in northern Jiangsu.

But Yang Xiaofan came to buy a car, not to buy a sale.

"What are the highest-level cars in your showroom?"

"Oh, and the most advanced in our showroom is the Mercedes E-Class. Because we are only a directly operated store, the level authority is not high. However, if you want to order the S-Class, we can also transfer it from the city. โ€

Yang Xiaofan frowned.

Buying a Mercedes-Benz E, he was not very satisfied, and he had to buy a better car for his father.

At this time, his eyes fell on an imported GLE that had not yet torn off the membrane.

"How much does this car cost?"

In the same class, an SUV is definitely quite more expensive than a sedan.

The sales still smiled:

"This car is a GLE-class SUV, and it is a 3.0 version, plus the decoration and options, the price is 900,000. โ€

"Then I'm going to have this car. โ€

The sales were stunned, and immediately smiled apologetically.

"Sorry, sir, this car has been ordered by our customer. โ€

"I'll give you 10,000 yuan privately, and you can find a way to mediate with the customer, in a small county, there are not so many rules, I think, you should be able to handle this little thing." โ€

"Hiss~!"

The sales couldn't help but gasp, and immediately his face was happy, and he immediately said respectfully:

"Then I'll go talk to the manager. โ€

After saying that, she immediately stepped on her high heels and trotted towards the office.

In general, this situation is very troublesome, but Yang Xiaofan is too generous.

Originally, she could get a commission of a few thousand yuan for selling this car, but when she bought Yang Xiaofan, she could not only get a commission, but also get an extra 10,000 yuan, and Shabi would be unwilling.

Father Yang was a little excited, but he still persuaded:

"Xiao Fan, this... Isn't this car too expensive? I'll just buy a Volkswagen, this car is so expensive, in case I bump into it... โ€

"Alright, Dad, don't worry. Everything has me, bump into it, I'll give you a new one. โ€ใ€‚

Father Yang trembled, and wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything, but his eyes were a little red.

It's a great feeling to have a local tyrant son!