[Volume 1]

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"Ah! Tens of thousands of yuan is still a bit expensive. Otherwise, Chen Ming, we will just buy a motorcycle that costs several thousand yuan. It is used to study and travel anyway, so what does it matter whether it is good or bad?" Zhou Qianqian looked at it

He looked at Chen Ming and said casually to him.

"How about this car? I want this one!" Chen Ming suddenly pointed at the motorcycle in the middle of the car market and smiled with two neat rows of white teeth.

Zhou Qianqian turned around and took a look, only to see on the exhibition stand in the middle of the car dealership, a tough and stylish motorcycle that resembled a racing car, parked alone in the middle.

"Oh, this is the latest domestic Dongfeng CF650 introduced in our store. The price is 40,000 yuan! There are only three of them in total, and the other two have been reserved. They are currently being tested, and now only this last one is left.

." The welcoming lady proudly introduced her motorcycle, the treasure of the store. However, judging from her expression, it seemed that she did not think that Chen Ming, a student, could afford this motorcycle.

"Since it is the first ute made in China, there is no reason not to support it. I want this car!" Chen Ming confirmed the case, leaving the welcoming lady stunned on the spot; you must know that 40,000 yuan, just for these sales

Miss Che's commission is more than a thousand yuan. How can a student like this be so straightforward?

"Handsome guy, did you hear me clearly? This car costs 40,000 yuan. It's 40,000 yuan, not 4,000 yuan!" The receptionist thought that Chen Ming was joking on her, so she confirmed again and again.

"Listen clearly, it's 40,000 yuan! However, I don't have cash, so I can just swipe a credit card!" Chen Ming looked at the tall receptionist and confirmed.

"Of course... of course!" the welcoming lady murmured.

"Hey, I'm talking about Chen Ming. You spend 40,000 yuan to buy a motorcycle. Isn't this too luxurious? Although the motorcycle is very popular, it is not a racing car. What do you want it for?

"Little lolita Zhou Qianqian tugged on Chen Ming's sleeve and asked in confusion.

"Hey, don't you understand? This car can get a license plate! After all, it is made in China. If you change it to another foreign racing model, you can't even think about it. And, the most important thing is, its spray paint is black

Yes. I like black!" Chen Ming's last reason, which was not a reason, made Zhou Qianqian and the welcoming lady break into cold sweat at the same time. He threw away 40,000 yuan just for the wink of a racing car. This guy is really generous.
Chapter completed!