Mixed In the United States As a Local Tyrant

  Chapter 7 Los Angeles City Buying a Car

  An Feng's comfortable life was just about to begin, but he missed one point: he didn't think about his own food and drink, the kitchen was empty, and the utensils were not complete. Therefore, he ate dinner with his employees, or to put it bluntly, he, the boss, was there for dinner.

He doesn't see the outside world at all. He chatted with them all night with Chinese English plus gestures, and gained a lot. The first is that he has to re-learn the native English. Although he has level 4, he really needs to communicate with foreigners... I don't understand what the other party said.

   Except old John, because talking to him is formal, like a conversation in a college book or a news report. But when talking with several other young people, all kinds of abbreviations, slang, and Internet terms are like An Feng speaking Mandarin, and a sentence of "Nima" immediately killed a foreigner who is learning Chinese.

With the help of Old John, An Feng posted the recruitment information to the online agency, and offered a high price of 2,000 US dollars a week. Of course, the quality must be guaranteed. He didn’t want to hire a second-rate teacher. I don't understand. He also added a few conditions, one is that he can speak Chinese; the other is that he lives in the county (county), which is convenient for exchanging customs; the third is that he is a woman, and he is not interested in flirting with a man.

After continuing to fill my stomach in the morning, I just wanted to clean the house, but I took a broom and stood by the empty swimming pool and looked at the sky lazily. It was almost full of blue sky and white clouds, and the air was very fresh. My mind was always thinking about the convertible. It's said that in California you have to drive a convertible car, it's really itchy.

  Jessie, a female worker who just drove back from the city, acted as his driver. The reason why he didn't drive himself was that he didn't intend to leave empty-handed on this trip. Of course, Jessie, who drives, has overtime pay and fuel reimbursement, which counts as a fat job. Driving and enjoying the scenery can get bonuses.

   "Thank you, Jessie, it's troublesome if there are no taxis around here." An Feng sat in the co-pilot and fastened his seat belt.

   "It doesn't matter. The bus system and taxi industry in small cities are underdeveloped, and you usually have to drive yourself. Where are you going?" Jessie asked.

  He said in slow English: "I want to buy a car, San Francisco or Los Angeles, which one is closer?"

   "It's all the same. Interstate 5 is about 250 kilometers away. But if you want to buy a car, you'd better go to LA, which is a big city."

   "Then go to LA."

The distance is not short, but it doesn't feel boring to chat with people. I learned from Jie Qian that she is younger than An Feng and has been working since graduating from high school. She has a boyfriend who works in a bar in the city. She goes out in the morning to get clothes. of. She also said that she is very satisfied with her current job. After all, her education is not high, and her salary is one-third higher than that of some immigrants, and An Feng also pays for their insurance.

I heard a lot of things from Jessie, a native American. For example, the United States is not as good as imagined. Immigrant wages are generally very low, especially in California with a large Asian population. Asian workers are paid more than two thousand dollars. A low salary will allow them to work without complaint. This is still the level of legal immigration. If you are a black worker, it is even worse, and you can pay an hourly wage of $5-although the California government requires an hourly wage of at least $10.

An Feng opened his eyes, but in fact it has nothing to do with him. His account has nearly ten million US dollars, and there are still diamonds with an estimated value of over one hundred million in the bank safe. He came to the United States to be an uncle. The life of being squeezed into the United States and suffering racial discrimination does not belong to him.

  Jessie sent him to Beverly Hills in Los Angeles, which has the title of the most noble residential area in the world, as well as the most upscale commercial street, full of rich people, celebrities and big names. It is most suitable for a big guy like An Feng who has money in his pocket and has nowhere to spend it. He got out of the car, waved goodbye to Jessie, and started to stroll along the street.

Before departure, he wrote down the address and phone number of the relevant dealer on edmunds (a car website in the United States). The first stop was the Ferrari and Maserati sales center in Beverly Hills. He had already called Express Bank in advance. offered a paid secretary and made an appointment for him.

   Most of the sales of such high-end cars are reserved in advance. Of course, it is not ruled out that some local tyrants walk in on a whim and buy these expensive cars without blinking an eyelid. An Feng went in and reported his name, and was immediately warmly received by a saleswoman.

   "Mr. An, we have various models of Ferrari and Maserati here." The blond saleswoman led An Feng around the showroom.

   "I want a convertible." An Feng said, without introduction, he looked at the 458 convertible and California models in the showroom. He originally wanted to buy a 458, but he encountered two on the road just now, and one was parked in front of the store, which almost became a street car, dispelling his enthusiasm.

  In the end, only California is left, which is called "California" in Chinese. An Feng walked around it, sat on it to feel it himself, and then said in a positive tone: "I want to test drive."

It is said that the best way to improve a person's temperament is to give him one million. In the past, when there were only a few thousand yuan in his pocket, unless he was an actor, he really couldn't. He was as calm and unforgiving as An Feng Say this sentence in denial. The salesman listened without hesitation at all.

After walking around the city for two laps with the roof open, the female salesperson talked endlessly about the performance. The 4.3-liter V8 engine with 490 horsepower makes it only take 3.8 seconds to accelerate from 100 kilometers to 100 kilometers, and the top speed reaches more than 310 kilometers... Can An Feng hear that? He knows English too well, but he knows the configuration.

  Finally turned back, An Feng said: "OK, I need a current car, the red one."

  The salesman smiled.

An Feng once again experienced the dire capitalist life. In California, the bare car in China was 3.5 million, and the full price was nearly 4 million. The money converted is more than 1.5 million RMB.

   Not to mention receiving God-like hospitality, I also saved more than two million yuan. The 1.5 million yuan to buy a car can only be bought in China, and it is estimated that you can only buy a BMW 7 series, and you may also enjoy the unknowing blacklist treatment... An Feng took the shiny key, started the red horse, and hit the accelerator to blast the street Shopping.

Luxury stores in Beverly Hills can be seen everywhere. He parked in front of GUCCI, went in and bought a pair of sunglasses, put them on his nose, and when he walked in front of his sports car, a passing blond girl praised "Nice-car" , An Feng sat in the car gracefully, and left with a smile.

Walked around Beverly Hills, bought a suit and a pair of leather shoes for myself, and found a Vacheron Constantin platinum mechanical watch. After walking out of the mall, my whole personality changed suddenly. The only downside is that it gets a little hot.

   On the way back, An Feng stopped suddenly, took out his mobile phone, and dialed the number of the bank secretary: "Hey, Lei, can you help me get an invitation to McLaren P1?"

   "Please wait a few minutes, Mr. An." The phone secretary said politely.

  An Feng hung up the phone, turned to look at a rare "McLaren" dealership on the side of the road, translated as "McLaren". Today, the three flagship supercars that car fans talk about are: Porsche 918, Ferrari LaFerrari and McLaren P1. They are all descended from famous families, collectively known as the Three Gods and Beasts.

   But it is not easy to buy them. Take LaFerrari as an example, there are two roads, with FXX or 599XX models, but these two cars are also extremely rare. The second way is to own at least 5 Ferraris and wait patiently for the invitation before buying this flagship car.

  An Feng also has the mentality of giving it a try, to see how capable the so-called customized service is. Five minutes later, Lei's call came: "Mr. An, we can get the black car payment from another customer who gave up the car, but you have to pay in one lump sum."

   "No problem." An Feng suppressed his excitement and spoke calmly.

  An Feng was invited in on his own initiative this time. There is no other way. He drove a Ferrari and parked at the door of someone's house, and was talking on the phone arrogantly. Can he not attract attention?

There are only MP4-12C and 650S in the exhibition hall, and there is no P1, because it needs to be customized by hand, and it is sold in limited quantities around the world. To buy it, Anfeng not only means paying 1.2 million US dollars, but also needs to wait for at least half a year. It will take a year to drive the car home.

  But he signed the check without hesitation, because the P1 sold for more than 12 million domestically, and it only cost half the price when bought in US dollars.

  When he was sent out respectfully, he understood what the auction house Anthony said that day: "For the rich, America is heaven!"

  (end of this chapter)