I practice martial arts by adding skill points in modern city-Chapter 612: 【196】The grand finale is both an ending and a brand-new beginning_2

But Rolls-Royce is different. This brand's products have never gone down in value. Even the cheapest model costs millions.

This is prestige. The cheapest car equals other brands' most expensive car.

That's why the markup on Rolls-Royce's prices seems particularly outrageous.

A Cullinan's list price is 6.91 million, while the all-black BB version's list price is 7.45 million. Factor in tariffs, insurance, and other miscellaneous costs, and it almost hits ten million.

Highlighting luxury has never exploited the poor.

In any case, Wang Longhu genuinely believes there's no car in the world worth such a price, not even a Rolls-Royce.

Unless you spend these millions on materials and built-in black technology, like bulletproof body and anti-mine explosion capabilities.

Or if the car could pilot itself from Zhejiang Province to Mongolia, letting the owner nap in the seat the whole way.

Only such a car, Wang Longhu would think, is worth seven or eight million.

However, if it's solely based on performance and luxurious materials plus some historical stories, selling for seven or eight million is pure blind faith rip-off.

Making such cars is entirely to consume the large balance in wealthy people's hands when they don't know how to spend it.

Rather than being a dream car for students who haven't entered society, who praise it online and inflate its prestige for foreigners every day.

People who drive a Rolls-Royce, as long as it's not second-hand, usually fall into two categories. One is buying it to offset taxes.

The other is having too much money with nowhere to spend, where buying an eight-million car is no different to them than spending eighty thousand, old money.

There's no way someone saves a lot of money for many years and finally decides to spend it all on buying a luxury car as a middleman.

Wang Longhu found an empty parking spot, parked the car, and walked into Yixiang Pavilion.

Following the message from Ye Yuanpei, he smoothly found the private room they had reserved in advance.

Upon entering the private room, he saw more than ten people already seated.

Among them were both men and women, and Wang Longhu instantly recognized a few faces he knew from before.

"Wang Longhu! Hahaha, it's been years! Sit down quickly."

A pot-bellied man wearing gold-rimmed glasses laughed aloud, pointing at a chair facing away from the door.

This gesture seemed innocent but was filled with lots of subtle schemes.

Wang Longhu immediately noticed the large gold watch flipping out on the man's wrist.

Goodness, a genuine Rolex.

It's well-known that the spot facing the door is the main seat, while the one back to the door is the inferior seat.

Wang Longhu didn't mind these things and sat directly on the chair pointed out by the man.

"It's really been years since we last saw Wang Longhu. What have you been doing away these years? Not even coming back for New Year."

A gentle-looking man asked Wang Longhu.

"Worked in Hang City. There's overtime pay during New Year, so I didn't come back for a few years to make money," Wang Longhu explained.

He wasn't lying. In those years, his company paid 18,000 if employees voluntarily stayed to work overtime instead of returning home for the New Year.

For this money, Wang Longhu compromised.

After all, 18,000 was like earning two months' wages for him.

"I tell you, if you haven't made a mark in a big city to earn a few bucks, it's better to stay in Wen City, like me, open a shop and be the boss. It's also more convenient to occasionally return to Dong County."

The man with the Rolex shook his head incredulously.

Wang Longhu remembered his name was Pan Haoyi. His family sold skewers when he was a child.

Thus, he had plenty of pocket money as a kid, and many classmates voluntarily followed him for skewers, acting as his followers.

"What kind of store do you run in Wen City?" Wang Longhu asked curiously.

He really didn't know what this guy, Pan Haoyi, had been doing recently in these years, as they lost touch after graduation.

Mainly because their lifestyle circles and views were different, they naturally didn't have much to talk about.

Back in college, Wang Longhu was interested in playing LOL and watching S championships, later switching to PUBG and CSgo.

While Pan Haoyi's social media was full of night club party videos or street racing with flashy cars.

They weren't from the same world at all.

"A fried chicken shop, making about four to five hundred thousand a year," Pan Haoyi smirked, wiped his gold watch, and laughed.

In Dong County, someone making four to five hundred thousand a year, especially under 30, is considered very well-off.

"Impressive," Wang Longhu raised his thumb, offering a sincere compliment.

"Heard from Ye Yuanpei you're planning to return to Dong County now. Want to work with me? I'm planning to open a fried chicken branch in Dong County next year. Come work as an employee, and I'll offer you 5,000 a month for old times' sake," Pan Haoyi confidently suggested.

A 5,000 a month job in Dong County is moderate, not comparable to a civil servant but definitely better than working in a regular shop.

Someone beside echoed, "Wang Longhu, this salary is pretty decent in Dong County. Civil servants don't get this much monthly without year-end bonuses. You should consider it."

"Yeah, if not for my current job of three years, I'd consider competing with you for it."

Under the persuasion of people who seemed either genuinely kind or just stirring things up, Wang Longhu shook his head, "No thanks, I'm leaving Dong County after the New Year. I don't have plans to stay for work now, but thank you for your kind offer."