Chapter 1502: Buying a Car

Tan Kaixuan was truly a man of action.

The day after he told Zhao Fusheng he wanted to buy a gift for Fan Baobao, he dragged her off to pick out a car.

Of course, Zhao Fusheng, who was idle at home, had to tag along.

"Since you've got nothing to do anyway, you might as well come shopping with us," Fan Baobao said cheerfully, sitting in Tan Kaixuan's extended Rolls-Royce.

Zhao Fusheng rolled his eyes helplessly, thinking, Which eye of yours sees me as idle?

But he only dared to say that in his heart.

Right now, nothing was more important than Fan Baobao.

Zhao Fusheng could guarantee that if he said it, Fan Baobao would unceremoniously tattle to his mother.

Then, haha...

A lesson from the three mothers, you know!

So at this moment, Zhao Fusheng was quite well-behaved.

"By the way, what do you think of Mercedes-Benz?" Tan Kaixuan asked Fan Baobao.

Fan Baobao thought for a moment: "Not bad. Anyway, I won't drive until after the baby's born, so it doesn't matter."

Tan Kaixuan didn't press further.

Soon, they arrived at a car sales center.

"Hello, how can I help you?" As they entered, a young girl in a black uniform approached and greeted Zhao Fusheng and the others politely.

In the service industry, smiling at customers first never hurts—Zhao Fusheng knew this better than anyone, because that's how he'd lived his previous life.

In some novels and TV shows, they like to portray waitstaff as snobbish villains, but that's just for the plot. In real life, even if they look down on you, they'll still greet you with a smile.

The reason is simple: they still respect their customers.

"Any cars you can recommend?" Tan Kaixuan asked first.

Since it was a personal matter, they only brought their assistants and bodyguards inside.

Judging by their clothes and the assistants and bodyguards behind them, the girl immediately realized she had a big client today.

"Please follow me. Mercedes-Benz recently launched a new model..." Without further ado, the girl led Tan Kaixuan and the others toward a nearby display stand.

Tan Kaixuan and Fan Baobao followed with interest, but Zhao Fusheng wasn't interested and wandered off on his own.

He really wasn't into cars. In Zhao Fusheng's view, cars were just tools for transportation—any car that kept out the wind and rain was fine.

Everyone has things they like: some like watches, some like cars, some like making money, some like spending it.

What frustrated Zhao Fusheng most was that he didn't know what he liked.

Maybe what he liked was the feeling of having his family around.

"Why aren't you coming over?"

Just then, Tan Kaixuan's voice suddenly sounded beside Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng turned around and saw Tan Kaixuan standing next to him, while Fan Baobao was still picking out a car.

"Why are you here?" Zhao Fusheng asked, puzzled.

"It's your wife's car, not mine," Tan Kaixuan shrugged nonchalantly. "As long as she likes it, I'll just pay at the end."

Zhao Fusheng smiled wryly, but had to admit Tan Kaixuan had a point.

"Tell me, why do we work so hard?"

Gazing at the white clouds in the sky, Tan Kaixuan suddenly asked.

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback. "I sometimes wonder about that too."

"Any answers?" Tan Kaixuan asked.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head. "Honestly, no. Because the answer is different every time."

"Haha, so I say, it's better not to idle away and daydream—it does no good. It's like you staring up at the sky for no reason."

"What do you mean?"

Now it was Zhao Fusheng's turn to be confused.

Tan Kaixuan laughed heartily. "Under the sky, we're all ants. When an ant looks up, the sky looks the same everywhere."

Zhao Fusheng was stunned.

Tan Kaixuan could actually say something so philosophical? What was going on?

"What's with that look like you've seen a ghost?" Tan Kaixuan glared at Zhao Fusheng. "I did get into college fair and square, you know. I've read a lot of books. Books say that stupid people shouldn't daydream too much, because it makes them even stupider—they forget their environment and how to live. Smart people shouldn't always engage in self-reflection, because they can get lost in it. So, are you smart or stupid?"

Zhao Fusheng was silent for a moment, then smiled. "I guess I'm a fool."

Tan Kaixuan was startled, then laughed, shook his head, and said nothing more.

He probably didn't understand Zhao Fusheng's words, thinking he was joking.

Only Zhao Fusheng knew he wasn't joking—he was speaking from the heart.

A fool talking in his sleep.

He really didn't know if everything he had now was real or a dream. If it was a dream, it was far too real.

While they were discussing philosophy, Fan Baobao was having a smooth conversation.

"Miss, you look a lot like a celebrity, you know?" the car salesgirl chatted amiably with Fan Baobao.

Fan Baobao smiled, letting the girl compliment her.

"This car is our latest model..."

The girl didn't waste time, rattling off a series of technical terms to introduce the car's advantages.

Salespeople were naturally eloquent—any one of them could talk a mile a minute.

"I'll take this one."

Just as the girl was getting into her stride, Fan Baobao pointed at the car in front of her and said suddenly.

"Ah, this car, I..." The girl didn't react, still talking, but then she froze.

"Miss, what did you say?"

She looked at Fan Baobao in surprise.

Clearly, Fan Baobao's words caught her off guard. Who buys a car like that—agreeing without even hearing the full introduction?

"I said, I'll take this one," Fan Baobao said with a smile. "You've been talking a lot, so let's not waste time. Bring the purchase contract—we'll pay in full."

Pay in full?

The girl clearly hadn't expected to run into a big spender.

But since that was the case, she was happy to oblige. She quickly turned to find the manager—this was a big deal.

Fan Baobao ignored the girl, turned around, and walked over to Tan Kaixuan: "Old Tan, I've picked the car. Get ready to pay."

"Sure!"

Tan Kaixuan agreed with a grin, then looked at Zhao Fusheng: "Look at your wife, and then look at you. Buying you something is such a hassle."

Knowing the guy was teasing him, Zhao Fusheng ignored him and looked tenderly at Fan Baobao: "How are you? Tired?"

"Not really," Fan Baobao shook her head. "I just thought the salesgirl was interesting. She's really good with words—said I look like a celebrity..."

Zhao Fusheng rolled his eyes inwardly, thinking, She's just buttering you up!

But he knew his wife was in a good mood, so he'd better keep quiet.

Women, like men, love flattery. Especially Fan Baobao, who was pregnant and felt she wasn't as pretty as before. Now that someone was showering her with compliments, she was over the moon.

As for why the girl said it, that didn't matter.

Soon, the salesgirl returned with a middle-aged man.

"Sis, this is our manager," the sweet-talking girl said to Fan Baobao.

"My surname is He." The manager looked at Fan Baobao, finding her familiar, but perhaps because of her pregnancy, she looked quite different from her screen image, so he didn't recognize her.

As for Zhao Fusheng and Tan Kaixuan, they had never given interviews, so the manager naturally didn't know them.

He just took them for wealthy people.

"Hello, Manager He." Zhao Fusheng and Tan Kaixuan stayed silent, while Fan Baobao smiled and greeted him.

"Madam, I heard you plan to pay in full," Manager He said with a smile. "Have you considered an interest-free car loan?"

Hearing this, Fan Baobao frowned, a bit displeased.