Song Wenbin didn't know what Ma Qiang wanted to discuss with him, but he still followed him into the car dealership. After bypassing a bunch of Mercedes-Benz, BMW, and Porsche parked at the door of the dealership, Ma Qiang took Song Wenbin to the warehouse behind the dealership, unlocked the door of the warehouse, and turned on the lights.
In the warehouse, a low car was covered with gray cloth. Ma Qiang walked to the car, lifted the cover, and threw it aside. Pointing to the car under the cover, he said, "How about driving this car?"
Song Wenbin looked at the car and frowned slightly.
Under the light, parked in the middle of the warehouse was an Aston Martin Vantage. It was lime green in color, with pure black wheels and carbon fiber trim. It looked very elegant and sporty.
"Have you not sold this car yet?" he asked.
Ma Qiang scratched his head, a little embarrassed.
"The market has been too cold recently, and we don't know when the economy will pick up...you know."
Song Wenbin has known about the existence of this Aston Martin for a long time. It was a car that Ma Qiang brought back from Guangdong at a high price last year. It is extremely precious. He was not even allowed to drive it out for show effects. He thought the car had been sold long ago, but he didn't expect it to be still parked in Ma Qiang's warehouse.
"Actually, I've been having an idea these days." Ma Qiang coughed twice and said hesitantly: "Look... you have found a job now, and your job requires you to be exposed frequently. Do you have to have a stage?" Where’s the car?”
Song Wenbin raised his eyebrows after listening to Ma Qiang's words, and said a little unhappy: "What's the matter with you? Did you do business to me? Do you still have to pay me to drive your car?"
"Hehe." Ma Qiang rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "You can drive the car in this store as you like, but what I mean is that you can drive it home and transfer the ownership."
Song Wenbin's expression changed on the spot.
"Are you kidding me about transferring ownership? I don't even own a house. I only have 350,000 yuan. Can I afford an Aston Martin? I can't even drive one."
"Why can't you afford to open it? You've made 300,000 yuan this month. You may be about to reach the peak of your life. Opening Martin is nothing." Ma Qiang said confidently.
Song Wenbin sneered: "You don't know how hard it is for me to make money. Besides, even if I really reach the top of my life, I won't buy a Ford Mondeo. If you die, Take a heart."
When Ma Qiang heard Song Wenbin's words, he said angrily: "Do you know anything about cars? This thing is not a Ford Mondeo. This is an awesome Aston Martin!"
"Really? I don't understand."
Song Wenbin pursed his lips and said disgustedly: "Is the engine of this thing a Mercedes-Benz C63?"
Ma Qiang's tone paused and he said angrily: "It's a Mercedes-Benz engine, so what, Mercedes-Benz isn't enough to make you stinky."
"Oh, how much does your car cost?"
"One hundred and eighty-five." Ma Qiang said.
"How much does a new C63 car cost?" Song Wenbin asked.
Ma Qiang fell silent.
Song Wenbin patted Ma Qiang's shoulder and said regretfully: "I could just buy a c63 if I have money. Why should I buy it?"
"You know nothing."
Ma Qiang shook Song Wenbin's hand away irritably: "Are C63 and Martin on the same level? Mercedes-Benz is so popular now. If you drive a C63 out, others won't think you are awesome."
With that said, Ma Qiang said forcefully: "Don't think this car has been around for a year, but it is a 20 model new car with only 6,000 kilometers. The whole car does not have any scratches or defects. It is a completely new car. Why? So, are you excited?"
Song Wenbin felt a little uncomfortable because Ma Qiang was actually selling him seriously. He crossed his arms, looked at him for a moment and asked, "Are you in need of money urgently?"
Ma Qiang didn't speak, just smiled.
"How much did you lose on this Aston?" Song Wenbin asked again.
"More than 100,000."
Ma Qiang sighed softly.
Song Wenbin also sighed deeply when he heard this. He couldn't even find a reason to blame. Should the industry where Fa Xiao was engaged in be blamed for the poor economy? He just waved his hands irritably: "I will keep the money to buy a house, you ask me to get the money."
Ma Qiang said gloomily: "Forget it, my dad has been going to the bank every day recently. It's also a cold winter in real estate and we can't get back the project money."
"Then why don't you sell this car for another 100,000 yuan? If it can't be sold for 170 yuan, I don't believe no one will buy it." Song Wenbin said.
Ma Qiang was stunned when he heard this, and then cursed loudly: "I'd rather this car rot in the garage than pay for it for 160. I repossessed the car for more than 1.8 million, and selling it for 1.7 million is already aggrieved. What else? Sell it down to 1.6 million. If you can’t sell it for 1.6 million, do you have to lower it to 1.5 million? I’m a fucking victim!”
Taking a deep breath, Ma Qiang lit a cigarette and said, "But you are different. If you want to take one hundred and sixty, you can take it away. At least you won't take advantage of outsiders."
A 20-year-old Martin has only been driven 6,000 miles. 160 is indeed very cheap. But Song Wenbin shook his head and said, "I can't drive this kind of car, brother, the maintenance cost is too high, and I only have more than 300,000 yuan now, which is still the money to buy a house, so I can't afford this car at all.
Ma Qiang immediately laughed when he heard this. He said: "Don't worry, I can transfer this Martin to you for 350,000, as long as you can give me the rest of the money when you become rich. Just give me one million." Now you don’t owe me and I don’t owe you either.”
Song Wenbin also laughed: "What should I do if I don't develop well?"
Ma Qiang touched his nose and said, "Then you are really underdeveloped and there is nothing I can do about it. Just treat me as blind."
Song Wenbin shook his head, "That's all I have, brother, the economy is not good now. I don't want to be in debt for no reason. This Martin has a negative equity. I have to spend money to maintain it, and I have to pay 1 million to buy it." This thing doesn’t work, it doesn’t work.”
Ma Qiang was silent. He didn't know what to do with the car. I don’t know when the economy will pick up, but there’s no way to keep this car sitting in the garage day after day. After all, a car is not a house, and it cannot become more valuable as it gets older. Every minute and every second it sits in the garage, you are losing money.
Song Wenbin thought for a while, knocked on the hood, and checked the car around. Suddenly, he had an idea.
"How about this." Song Wenbin said slowly.
"How about it?"
"We can sign an agreement. You temporarily mortgage this car with me, and I can give you the 350,000 I have, plus the more than 200,000 I borrowed before, which is more than 600,000. As long as you When I save up to 600,000 yuan, I will take this car back."
Ma Qiang's eyes lit up, but he immediately said angrily: "You are really as smart as a ghost."
After saying that, he dragged Song Wenbin out of the garage and came to the showroom of the car dealership. He pointed at a BMW My Martin."
Song Wenbin laughed loudly and said: "It doesn't matter to me. The x6 Martin or the Jetta are almost the same to me. If it weren't for you, I would never buy a car with my house money. But in business, this x6 It probably sells better than that Martin."
Ma Qiang's eyes quickly darkened.
Song Wenbin lit a cigarette and consoled him: "You also know my work, and I often go abroad. There is no difference between putting the Martin in my hand and putting it in the garage. I estimate that I will use it very little. Wait. If you redeem it, this car will definitely be the same as when you gave it to me."
"Two years."
Ma Qiang said in a low voice.
"What two years?"
"It's a two-year mortgage. If I don't redeem it after two years, you have to buy it out."
Song Wenbin was surprised, "Are you so unsure of yourself?"
Ma Qiang was not in a good mood, and said darkly: "I have suffered too many losses recently, and I am not sure whether I can make a comeback..."
Song Wenbin frowned, took off the backpack behind him, stuffed it to Ma Qiang, and said: "Don't get into this kind of niche and hard-to-sell car in the future. Why can't you get up? Just get some Volkswagen cars and revitalize the business." Say it again."
Ma Qiang took the bag and said angrily: "Stop teaching me how to do things. I would have done it if I could make money."
"Then I'll give you two years. Within two years, you can take the car and leave for 600,000 yuan."
Song Wenbin said, stretching his hand in front of Ma Qiang.
Ma Qiang silently took out a black square box from the cabinet at the front desk and handed it to Song Wenbin. This car was indeed a nearly new car. After opening the box, he didn't even tear off the plastic film on the key.
Song Wenbin took the key to the garage, pressed the crystal button on the center console, and unceremoniously started the Aston Martin VA's V8 engine, which roared and echoed in the garage.
Even someone like Song Wenbin, who doesn't have much interest in luxury cars, couldn't help but feel swayed after hearing such a sound. Although he used to drive various cars with Ma Qiang when he was doing live broadcasts, they were not his own cars after all, but now that he was driving this Martin, he felt something was different, and he didn't know what was different about it. Can't tell.
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Ma Qiang opened the electronic door of the warehouse for him in front of him, and Song Wenbin drove the car slowly out of the warehouse. At the door of the car dealership, he pressed down the car window, and Ma Qiang handed him some documents required for vehicle ownership transfer, and said: "With Martin, it is only proper to marry his wife back as soon as possible."
"Well, James Bond doesn't have a wife."
Song Wenbin said, he flipped the shift paddle.
Martin made a rumbling sound, sprayed water droplets and flew away.
"Damn the evil star..."
Ma Qiang stood at the door of the dealership and murmured.
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While driving on the road, Song Wenbin had nothing to do. He glanced around and began to inspect the car's interior, including black sports seats, hand-made stitching, and uniform lime green interior accessories. There’s not much to say about b&o’s speakers, you get what you pay for. This color is indeed a bit hard to describe. If he were asked to buy a car by himself, he would never choose a color like lime. Fortunately, he does not have a wife, so there is no risk of being cheated. I don’t know if the previous owner who chose this color had any unique quirks...
Song Wenbin was thinking maliciously.
Although Song Wenbin didn't like the color of this car, it was very fast, and soon he came to the entrance of the highway to City S. While parking the car for inspection, he suddenly thought of something.
He was going to pick up Sutina to go to Longchang, but he didn't even know which university Sutina was at or when she would meet. If he went to City S, he would be like a headless fly.
So he picked up his phone and looked at it, but found that he didn't have Sutina's WeChat account at all, which made him sweat slightly. The show has been filming for three episodes, and he doesn’t even have the contact information of his colleagues. It’s so embarrassing.
He quickly found Sutina's WeChat account and added her as a friend in the group.
Just as I put down my phone, it vibrated again.
He picked it up leisurely and took a look.
At this sight, his expression changed.
Sutina actually rejected his friend request instantly.
Song Wenbin was stunned when he looked at the rejection request to add friends on his phone.
There was no explanation, just a simple rejection.
Did Sutina order it wrong?
This was Song Wenbin's first thought.
But he didn't have time to think about it, as the impatient sounds of other cars came from behind him. Song Wenbin had no choice but to quickly apply again, then threw away his phone and drove onto the highway at the urging of the car behind him.
The Aston Martin made a manic sound, quickly shifted to eighth gear on the highway, and sped away.
After turning it on for a while, the phone vibrated again. Song Wenbin picked up the phone and took a look. I couldn't help but yell in the car: "What a fool."
There is no doubt that Sutina once again rejected his friend request, simply and neatly.
