Lu Fan has always been humble and low-key.

Hong Guanwang, however, came to discuss sex:

"Your cars need to have some unique features, otherwise, like my brand, they won't sell."

Zhang Qingyi couldn't help but interject, "Our company's car owners are involved in an energy reform that is of epoch-making significance!"

Hong Guanwang, however, felt that she was young and a girl:

"Hey, running a real business isn't something you can do with just enthusiasm and spouting fancy buzzwords!"

Along the way, Hong Guanwang drove his foreign-brand car, chattering on and on.

Zhang Qingyi was so tired of hearing it that his ears were practically calloused.

When they arrived at the factory area, which had already been shut down for half a month.

Zhang Qingyi found the place to be quite deserted.

Especially compared to the office building area, without the workers causing trouble, this place looks like a long-abandoned parking lot.

"Beep beep!"

Hong Guanwang didn't get out of the car. Instead, he honked twice to signal an elderly gatekeeper in his sixties to open the factory gate for him. "Boss Hong..."

The old man, whose eyesight was failing, only recognized the person after putting on his glasses: "Why are you here at this hour?"

The old man greeted them warmly and opened the door.

Hong Guanwang raised his voice and asked him:

"Are there any workers coming over here? Or are there any troublemakers?"

The old man waved his hand: "I've seen everything. There's nothing wrong in the factory area. Who would mess with an old man like me? The cars are all fine."

It refers to the cars that Hong Guanwang couldn't sell.

It was just left in this factory area.

He couldn't pay wages at the time, nor was he willing to mortgage his car to the workers as payment.

We'll see if the workers want it or not.

He didn't even have that thought. Even if he sold the scrap at a low price, the money would still end up in his own pocket.

As they were talking, the car drove into the factory area.

Looking at the dusty new cars, Zhang Qingyi blinked and asked, "Why aren't these cars selling?"

These SUVs look quite normal, but according to Xiao Zhu's assistant, there's simply no market for them.

Hong Guanwang was still looking at Lu Fan with great interest.

He hoped that Lu Fan could buy all of these cars as well.

It's junk; whoever pays for it will get it.

Hearing Zhang Qingyi's words, he didn't find her annoying, but instead tossed her the car keys:

"Why don't you give it a try? If you like it, I'll give you one."

With President Lu and Sister Lü both there, Zhang Qingyi felt embarrassed and quickly waved his hand.

Lu Fan, however, hoped that Zhang Qingyi could try it himself:

"We'll have to build our own cars later. They say failure is the mother of success, so why don't you try out what a failed car looks like?"

One sentence was enough to make Hong Guanwang turn pale.

Lu Qiuyi suppressed a laugh, thinking to herself that it was because Hong Guanwang had been so annoying along the way that President Lu had been forced to "speak without thinking".

Since Lu Fan had already said all that, Zhang Qingyi had no choice but to get in the car and try it out for himself.

The interiors are all pretty standard, nothing new, but there's nothing particularly off-putting either.

The seats have been heavily criticized, as they are made of leather.

Other features, such as the central control screen, massage seats, and audio system, are all fairly standard.

Zhang Qingyi thought for a moment and then asked which manufacturer the tires were from.

Hong Guanwang laughed and said, "Good tires, Michelin!"

Zhang Qingyi: "Acceleration time, what about the engine?"

Hong Guanwang is quite familiar with his "beloved car":

"Nonsense, eight seconds, the engine displacement is two liters."

Even Lu Fan couldn't hold back anymore:

"Good heavens, your car costs hundreds of thousands, but the engine only has a two-liter capacity?"

Hong Guanwang also felt that he was being too stingy, but if he could listen to other people's advice, he wouldn't have squandered such a large family fortune.

He pointed at Lu Fan's neck and said:

"What's wrong with two liters? That's more than enough!"

Lu Fan was speechless. He then asked about the selling points of this car model. This touched on Hong Guanwang's "favorite":

"What else could it be? Look at this high-tech exterior, this high-end and fashionable color, and this model! It only loses to domestic cars. If it were a foreign car, hey, it would definitely sell out."

Even Lü Qiuyi almost couldn't hold back and asked where this guy got his confidence from.

Lu Fan shook his head.

He will not acquire this car.

Even if he acquired the goods at a low price and used them as employee benefits, he still felt it was a huge loss.

Hong Guanwang only cares about appearance, not practicality at all. Lu Fan didn't want to buy it, but Hong Guanwang wanted to sell it as a package deal.

"Mr. Lu, if you like it, how about I sell it to you at half price?" Hong Guanwang thought that Lu Fan was a man who didn't care about money at all, spending 100 million yuan at a time.

If we can sell this car to him as a package deal, it will save me the trouble of going out in the wind and sun to sell it to others.

You also have to endure people's disdain.

Lu Fan flatly refused, showing no mercy: "Fine, I wouldn't buy it even if it were given to me for free."

Hong Guanwang continued to persuade him: "Don't you have a few trusted confidants or favorites under your command? Taking this car back will save you a lot of money as your year-end bonus."

Lu Fan chuckled: "Forget it, why embarrass people? I'm afraid if I dared to give it to them, they'd have to switch jobs before the end of the year."