Chapter Forty-Seven: Like a Child Weighing Two Thousand Pounds

“You can’t be serious, a used car more expensive than its original price?” Hearing the murmurs from the other two, Chen Chao was clearly displeased.

Old Wu glanced at him. Compared to the car Qin Jing was interested in, Chen Chao’s Toyota Land Cruiser was nothing special in his eyes.

Ignoring Chen Chao, Old Wu explained to Qin Jing, “This vehicle is imported, that’s part of the issue. Getting it registered domestically is complicated, and the owner—well, you’ve probably heard of him—not short on money at all. He bought it but rarely drove it, so he decided to sell. To show good faith, our Auto City acquired it at the original price. After all the paperwork and miscellaneous fees, the price ended up higher than the original.”

“How much higher?” Qin Jing was prepared, so he asked directly.

“Just a little,” Old Wu gestured with his fingers.

Qin Jing laughed and scolded him, “A little? Don’t try to fool me, Old Wu. Auto City must add at least a hundred thousand, probably more.”

Old Wu gave a thumbs up, grinning, “You know the business.”

“All right, bring the car out. I didn’t see it around here.”

Old Wu was a bit incredulous, confirming, “So, you’re buying it?”

“Yes, I came today just for that vehicle.”

Jiang Yuerong and Chen Chao were bewildered. What were they talking about? What kind of car could possibly cost more than its original price? Who was the mysterious owner?

The answer soon appeared. Old Wu drove a huge beast of a vehicle right up to them.

“Whoa, this car is massive!” Chen Chao was dumbfounded.

From the shape, it was clearly a pickup truck, but a supersized one. Six and a half meters long—twice the length of a Land Cruiser. Two point seven meters wide, a full meter wider than the Land Cruiser, and a staggering height of 2.9 meters, nearly as tall as a single-story building!

Just rolling across the plaza, it looked like a bulldozer—unruly and domineering. The name ‘Land Cruiser’ would suit this beast even more.

“What kind of car is that?” Any man seeing such a vehicle would feel his blood surge with excitement; even Chen Chao couldn’t help but ask.

“This is the Ford Raptor series, F-650! The Raptor series sold domestically is the F-150, which is about the top configuration for pickups in the local market. But this 650 utterly crushes the 150 in specs. The F-650’s fuel consumption alone reaches 35 liters per hundred kilometers—a real gas guzzler. Of course, for all that fuel, its power and other features are top-notch. Abroad, this vehicle is often converted into an RV, hailed as a mobile mansion.”

While Old Wu introduced the car, Qin Jing’s eyes shone with excitement. He’d dreamed of owning a Ford Raptor for a long time. His earlier goal was to save up three hundred thousand and buy an F-150, but after learning that Leng Hai owned an F-650, his dream, naturally, soared higher.

“How much, Old Wu?” Qin Jing didn’t waste words.

“Auto City’s official price is 3.2 million, fifty thousand more than original, but—”

Before Old Wu could finish, Qin Jing waved him off, resolute: “I’ll take it!”

Why fifty thousand more? Because the vehicle was enormous. It nearly filled an entire lane, and parking it required at least four spaces. Such oversized vehicles aren’t allowed to be imported domestically. Its original owner was Leng Hai’s former top tycoon, who pulled strings to buy the country’s first Raptor F-650—making local news. The paperwork alone cost a small fortune. Auto City’s price was steep, but fair.

“Three point two million?!” Jiang Yuerong drew a sharp breath. Her family was well-off, but as a student, she couldn’t fathom spending over three million on a pickup. What kind of extravagance was that?

“Yuerong, let’s go,” Chen Chao managed a weak smile, took her hand, and fled in the Land Cruiser, not even bothering with the planned celebration.

Ironically, the Land Cruiser’s exit route passed right by the Ford Raptor F-650.

Old Wu looked at the “dainty” Land Cruiser and muttered, “Like a foolish child…”

Qin Jing corrected him with a straight face, “Wrong—it’s like a two-thousand-kilogram child…”

Old Wu was momentarily speechless. Compared to the F-650’s 11.9 tons, the Land Cruiser really was child-sized.

He paid no mind to the little drama Chen and Jiang brought. Ever since he came into his sudden windfall, Qin Jing was finally enjoying the thrill of spending freely. Of course, his 3.8 million in savings now shrank to six hundred thousand, but Auto City’s efficiency was impressive; in just an hour, Qin Jing was behind the wheel of the F-650, revving the engine as the beast thundered onto Leng Hai’s highway…

With a snap, Jiang Yuerong returned to her dorm, dazed.

“What’s wrong, Yuerong? Weren’t you and your boyfriend buying a car today?” a roommate asked.

Jiang Yuerong looked up, took a deep breath, and forced a smile. “Yes, we bought a Toyota Land Cruiser.”

“Wow, I hear that’s a great car—sixty or seventy thousand, definitely a luxury ride,” her roommate smiled. In Leng Hai, luxury cars were common, and the girls at the art school were used to high standards.

Just then, Chen Hua poked her head out, mocking, “Come on, Yuerong’s boyfriend can afford a seventy-thousand car—what about you all? ‘Definitely’—that car’s pretty good already.”

Recalling the scene earlier, Jiang Yuerong couldn’t help but look embarrassed.

“What’s wrong, Yuerong? Was the purchase tricky? Did Chen Chao lack money? Did he ask you to chip in?” Chen Hua frowned. Chen Chao, with his baby-faced looks, had a mediocre character and pitiful finances. By Chen Hua’s “practical” standards, he was hardly a match for Jiang Yuerong.

“I paid for the car myself, but it’s registered in my name, so it’s fine,” Jiang Yuerong thought. She wasn’t foolish, just infatuated with Chen Chao’s looks.

“It’s something else. I met Qin Jing today.”

“Oh? Was he buying a car too? Makes sense—he’s a real car enthusiast; his computer wallpaper is a super pickup,” Chen Hua paused, then asked, “He has money for a car now?”

Jiang Yuerong nodded. Judging by Chen Hua’s tone, she seemed receptive, so she continued, “Yes, he bought the super pickup you mentioned. It’s enormous, even though it’s second-hand, it cost more than the original price.”

Chen Hua sensed something off. “The F-150 is available domestically; how could a used one cost more than new? Yuerong, are you sure Qin Jing didn’t trick you?”

Jiang Yuerong hesitated. “I don’t think it was a 150… That second-hand car cost Qin Jing 3.2 million.”

“How much did you say?” Chen Hua’s voice shot up; she stood from her bed in shock. “A used car for 3.2 million?”

“Yes. And, it wasn’t a 150. I heard them say it’s an imported new model—650, I think.”

At that moment, another roommate pulled out her phone and searched the model. Instantly, an ultra-luxury giant pickup appeared.

“U.S. price, fifty-nine thousand dollars!”

“The former Leng Hai tycoon spent 2.7 million to import the country’s first super pickup!”

Two headlines flashed across their screens.

“He really fulfilled his dream—he bought that car?” Chen Hua was stunned, murmuring blankly.