CHAPTER 17: CHAPTER 17 STRATEGY: START WITH THE YOUNGER BROTHER (PLEASE BOOKMARK! PLEASE FOLLOW!)

The voice of an unfamiliar man diverted Wu Xiaojun’s attention from his loud wailing.

He looked up to see a man of about thirty, tall and handsome. The brand of his clothes was indiscernible, but they hung on him with a distinguished air. A trimmed full beard added to his mature, masculine charm.

He glanced at the man, then back at his sister. What in the world is going on? My sister has friends like this? I’ve never seen him before.

"May I ask who you are?" he asked, his tone suddenly polite, sensing the man was no ordinary person.

Sun Dasheng clapped Wu Xiaojun on the shoulder with a look of admiration. "I’ve often heard Xiaoli mention she has a handsome little brother. Now that I see you in person, I realize she was being modest. You’re not just a handsome young man; you’re a real stud."

Flattery like that made Wu Xiaojun feel as if he were walking on air. "And you are, big brother?"

"Just call me Brother Da Sheng," Sun Dasheng said, draping an arm around Wu Xiaojun’s shoulders. "Your sister and I are good friends, so there’s no need to be so distant." He then turned to the cold-faced Wu Xiaoli. "I’m borrowing your brother for a bit. He can be my consultant."

Wu Xiaoli watched him without a word.

Wu Xiaojun’s eyes, watching from the side, nearly disappeared into his smiling face. Looks like this friend of my sister’s is seriously loaded.

"Brother Da Sheng, are you looking to buy a car?"

"I am. Seeing as you’ve been wandering around here for a while, you must know these cars well, right?" Sun Dasheng asked.

"Of course! Brother Da Sheng, just point out which car has caught your eye and leave it to me. I guarantee you’ll walk away knowing you made the perfect choice," Wu Xiaojun vowed, thumping his chest.

"Oh, yes! Our Xiaojun knows all about these luxury cars. He studies them online every day," Zhao Fang chimed in, suddenly reappearing.

"And this is?" Sun Dasheng asked.

Wu Xiaojun hurriedly made the introduction. "This is my girlfriend, Zhao Fang. My fiancée, actually. We’re getting married soon."

"Then allow me to congratulate you in advance. Now, let’s go look at some cars." Sun Dasheng turned to ask Zhao Fang, "Mind if I borrow your boyfriend for a few minutes? I won’t disrupt your plans, will I?"

"Not at all, not at all! Please, feel free to take him," Zhao Fang replied quickly. Her sharp eyes had already recognized the designer labels covering Sun Dasheng from head to toe.

"Let’s go!" Sun Dasheng said, then shot Wu Xiaoli a secretive wink.

Wu Xiaoli followed them, her face an expressionless mask.

On the Porsche display floor, Wu Xiaojun transformed into a professional sales consultant.

"Brother Da Sheng, what do you think of this latest Porsche Cayenne? Its lines are sleek and dynamic, the front end is both grand and sharp, and look at this oversized air-intake grille. Doesn’t it have a powerful visual impact, a real sense of command? If you drove this, whether you’re picking up friends at the airport or attending a banquet, it’s guaranteed to turn heads. You’d look incredible."

Sun Dasheng remained impassive. "How much?"

"This is Porsche’s entry-level model. All said and done, it’s just over a million yuan. Plus, the manufacturer is offering a discount right now."

This was the very car he and Zhao Fang wanted to buy.

Sun Dasheng nodded. "It looks decent, but it’s too cheap."

Wu Xiaojun’s heart thumped. He had completely underestimated him. This friend of my sister’s is far richer than I imagined.

His smile grew even wider as he led Sun Dasheng toward a coupe with an elegant silhouette.

"This is the Porsche Panamera. It’s a luxury sports sedan that offers the comfort and practicality of a sedan with the sporty performance of a coupe. If you drive this car, I guarantee you’ll turn heads everywhere you go. You’ll attract the attention of countless beautiful women."

Again, Sun Dasheng asked, "How much?"

Wu Xiaojun smiled. "The base model is priced similarly to the Cayenne, but this is the GTS 4.0T version. On the road, it’s about two million."

He finished, smiling to himself. This one has to meet your budget, right?

But Sun Dasheng simply nodded again. "Still a bit too cheap."

This time, Wu Xiaojun kept his expression neutral, but inwardly he was ecstatic. Damn, just how rich is this guy? A car this expensive is still cheap in his eyes?

He glanced over at Wu Xiaoli, who was standing a short distance away. My dear sister, how could you hide such a wealthy friend from me all this time? Could it be...

He suddenly recalled the 200,000 yuan for the medical bills. He’d asked her if his brother-in-law had given it to her, but she had remained silent.

Could it have been him? Hmm, my sister doesn’t have any other rich friends. Case closed.

He discreetly glanced at his sister, who was as beautiful as a movie star, certain he had figured out the truth.

So this rich guy is also a ’brother-in-law.’ Should I call him my new brother-in-law?

The thought made him chuckle to himself. He pictured his old brother-in-law, Wang Jiadong, wearing a bright green hat. Not that he had any intention of telling him.

He was a good brother-in-law when he was generous with his money. Now that he’s become a penny-pincher, what kind of brother-in-law is he? Just a stranger, that’s what. This new brother-in-law my sister found is great. Handsome and rich. Well played, Wu Xiaoli. And here you were, acting like the perfect wife and mother. You’re quite the actress. You even had me, your own brother, completely fooled.

"How about this? Take me over to the Bentley section. Other than the sports cars, everything else at Porsche is just too cheap."

Sun Dasheng’s voice cut through his daydream.

"Right away, Brother Da Sheng! I’ll take you there now."

Wu Xiaojun had now fully morphed into a lackey, leading the way with deferential gestures.

Seeing her brother’s fawning behavior, Wu Xiaoli’s anger flared, and she glared daggers at Sun Dasheng. Look at the mess you’ve made.

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This time, there were no more shenanigans, as Sun Dasheng had already decided which car he wanted to buy.

Porsche had a certain prestige, but since that bastard Wang Jiadong also drove one, he wouldn’t even consider it.

Otherwise, he might run into him on the road and have him say, "What gives you the right to drive the same car as me?" That would be an unbearable humiliation.

He had to choose a car with more class than a Porsche. He had briefly considered a Bentley or a Rolls-Royce but concluded that a Rolls-Royce was typically a business vehicle and too high-profile for personal use. After all, not everyone was on the level of Principal Wang, the "nation’s husband."

So he chose Bentley—elegant and grand without losing its prestige, the epitome of low-key, sophisticated luxury.

He nodded with satisfaction after Wu Xiaojun finished introducing the latest Bentley Flying Spur.

This new 4.0T V8 Mulliner custom edition had a base price of 3.774 million yuan. The on-the-road price would top four million.

"Xiaojun, you’ve been a great help. Your introduction was excellent and saved me a lot of trouble."

"Not at all. I barely scratched the surface with the exterior and performance. I didn’t even get to tell you about the interior," Wu Xiaojun said humbly.

"The level of detail was just right. Any more and you would have completely lost me."

Sun Dasheng asked for his WeChat and sent him a red envelope. It wasn’t a huge amount, just a few thousand yuan, which he called a tip for his trouble.

Wu Xiaojun made a show of refusing, but his hands were quick to accept the transfer.

As the payment went through, he watched the effortless cool with which Sun Dasheng swiped his card. Several beautiful car models vied for his attention, casting flirtatious glances, striking poses, and secretly slipping him small notes with their numbers.

A line from a historical drama flashed through his mind: Now that’s how a real man should be!

In the Bentley VIP lounge, Sun Dasheng lounged comfortably on the sofa, sipping tea and watching Wu Xiaojun bustle about handling the paperwork. He then glanced at Wu Xiaoli, who was sitting nearby.

He noticed her phoenix eyes were fixed on him.

"What is it? Are you captivated by my handsome face? Is that why you’re staring?" Sun Dasheng said with a smile.

"What exactly are you trying to do?" Wu Xiaoli asked through clenched teeth.

Sun Dasheng shrugged. "Your brother is a very enthusiastic person. You can’t blame me for that, can you?"

As he spoke, he saw Wu Xiaojun, busy in the distance, pause to give him an encouraging smile.

"Look, he’s still over there smiling at me," Sun Dasheng continued. "I’m not using your brother like some chump. He’s doing this of his own free will."

Wu Xiaoli shifted closer and whispered fiercely in his ear, "You know that’s not what I mean!"

"Then what do you mean?" Sun Dasheng shot back.

Wu Xiaoli stared at him, her expression complicated. "There’s no point talking if you’re going to be like that."

Sun Dasheng knew exactly what she meant, of course, but he continued to play dumb.

Wu Xiaoli didn’t want to rekindle their old flame or have any future entanglements with him. She had just been trying to warn him to stay away from her brother.

But by feigning ignorance, Sun Dasheng had her completely cornered, and she had no way to respond.

She couldn’t just tell Wu Xiaojun, "He’s a bad person, stay away from him."

Especially when Wu Xiaojun would never believe her. He’d just received a huge red envelope from the man; right now, Sun Dasheng was his "awesome big brother."