The richest man started out as a car rental company

Chapter 46: I can drive a Wuling and ride in a Lao
"Mom, are you okay?"

Fu Li shook her head, glanced at Zhang Chi, and said with a sigh, "Mom is fine, I'm just angry."

Seeing that his mother's emotions had finally calmed down, Zhang Chi couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

At this time, Fu Li gritted her teeth and said, "Chizi, let's buy a house in the county town in the future. We can buy ten or eight houses. We won't live in them, but we can collect rent!"

Zhang Chi raised his eyes, looked at the road conditions, and secretly glanced at Fu Li.

It seems that the key to the problem lies in the house.

Zhang Chi smiled and nodded, saying, "Okay, let's go buy it next week."

Fu Li thought Zhang Chi was comforting her, so she smiled and said nothing. Instead, she started planning to entertain Jin Cheng's family.

Speechless all the way.

Because I left home very early, I got home at around 7 o'clock.

Old Zhang was still sleeping soundly in the bedroom, while Zhang Chi said goodbye to his mother and rode his electric scooter to the village entrance to open a shop.

These two days are rare Saturday and Sunday holidays, so there will definitely be people renting cars to visit Mupen Mountain.

Zhang Chi now feels that working in the car rental business is not bad, as he has a stable income every day, and even if he rents out a car he can earn 400 yuan.

Da Guang arrived earlier than Zhang Chi and is now helping Luang Po clean up.

Luang Po is the old widow who lives alone with her nephew Long Zhang. To be more precise, she should be called the deaf woman. Her ears don't work very well due to her old age, and you have to speak very loudly to her, otherwise she can't hear you at all.

Zhang Chi had previously suggested buying her a pair of hearing aids.

As a result, when Long Zhang learned about such a good thing, he politely declined it. The little guy said that he wanted to earn money to buy it for his grandma.

Zhang Chi admired this little kid very much. He waved his hand and doubled his salary for translating the composition, because his handwriting was very beautiful, much prettier than Longji's earthworm crawling.

To this end, Long Ji practiced calligraphy for two days, hoping to get a "high salary" like Long Zhang.

Zhang Chi expressed his approval of the boy's fighting spirit and decided to forget about giving him a raise.

"Brother, have you had breakfast? My mom made some buns. Do you want to try some?"

Daguang was holding two big, oddly shaped buns in his hands, looking at Zhang Chi with anticipation.

Zhang Chi had a speechless expression as if to say, "Do you think I'm stupid?" He simply stepped aside and shook his head, saying, "I've already eaten it. Enjoy it yourself."

Few people in the south know how to make dumplings. My aunt didn’t know why, but when she saw people from other places eating noodles at the construction site of the scenic spot, she wanted to learn how to make dumplings, steamed buns, and sliced ​​noodles.

In short, the shapes are all weird and the taste is hard to describe, so Zhang Chi doesn’t dare to go to her house for dinner recently.

Seeing that his sharing plan had failed, Daguang sighed helplessly, then squatted in the corner and started eating by himself.

The good thing about this kid is that no matter how bad the food tastes, he will not waste it as long as it is food. He grunted and finished the two buns in no time.

At this time, Daguang discovered that Zhang Chi was removing the locator from the Mercedes-Benz G-Class.

"Brother, why are you taking this apart?"

"I sold it. If I don't take it down, it will be embarrassing if someone finds it later."

Da Guang was stunned for a moment, and then exclaimed: "What, you sold this amazing car?"

Zhang Chi nodded calmly.

What kind of bullshit magical car is this? A car is just a car, a means of transportation. He doesn't pursue these illusory things.

Daguang gave a few words of advice with great sorrow.

Zhang Chi said directly: "It was sold for 226 million!"

Da Guang was stunned. "What 226 million?"

Zhang Chi's mouth gradually became evil, and he replied: "I said I sold it for 226 million. Do you know what this much money means?"

Daguang swallowed hard and nodded to show that he understood.

Zhang Chi patted Daguang on the shoulder and said, "Didn't I say last time that I would take you to Yuhang when I had money? After a while, when school starts and there are not so many tourists, our two families will go to Yuhang for a trip together."

Daguang's eyes lit up and he was about to agree when a car horn suddenly sounded at the door.

When they walked to the door and took a look, their eyes suddenly lit up.

The fat man jumped off the trailer and waved to the two of them.

In front of the trailer was Jin Cheng's old BMW 3 Series. "Uncle Chizi!"

The rear window was rolled down and little Duoduo was sitting in the child safety seat, waving his hands at him vigorously.

Zhang Chi raised the corner of his mouth and waved his hands twice in response to the little girl's enthusiasm, and then looked at Jin Cheng in the driver's seat.

"Coming."

"Coming."

The two smiled at each other, like long-lost friends.

After carrying the little girl out of the back seat, Zhang Chi finally had the mind to look at the two cars dragged over by the fat man.

Both Panameras looked miserable after being soaked in water, and one of the tires even had a small piece of dried moss on it.

"Chizi, these two are the best looking. The others are very difficult to repair, so I didn't send them to you."

Zhang Chi smiled bitterly in his heart.

In fact, no matter what the condition is, as long as the spare parts are not lost, even if it is burned, smashed, or rusted, for the heart of the car, the energy required to repair it is the same.

Therefore, Zhang Chi actually prefers accident cars, preferably the ones that have been burned. Those things are sold by pound, and the energy consumption for him to repair them is the same, but the cost of buying the car is lower.

However, after all, he had to hide his golden finger, so Zhang Chi smiled and nodded, indicating that he was very satisfied with the two cars chosen by the fat man.

Then, the two walked to a trailer at the back.

There are also two cars. The lower one is a modified Audi A7l in a suit, and the upper one is an old BMW X5.

Zhang Chi was curious about why the fat man wanted to repair such an old BMW X5.

Then Da Guang exclaimed, "Brother, look, this license plate number is awesome!"

The fat man smiled complacently.

Zhang Chi walked to the back and saw that the license plate of the BMW X5 was actually a series of pure numbers.

The fat man smiled and said, "I paid a high price for this car just for this license plate number."

Zhang Chi couldn't help but give the fat man a thumbs up. A license plate with five consecutive numbers consisting of only numbers costs only 5 yuan in each city.

Those who possess it are either rich or noble.

When I was working in Yuhang.

Zhang Chi once saw a boss who, after going bankrupt, transferred his license plate number 77777 to a Wuling Hongguang and drove the car to transport goods every day.

Later I heard that the boss made a comeback and transferred the license plate to a Rolls-Royce Phantom.

Of course, some people also say that the boss did not make a comeback, but sold the license plate.

This matter was a hot topic in Yuhang at that time, and Zhang Chi was one of the few people who knew that the boss had indeed made a comeback.

A real boss can drive a Wuling and ride in a Laogai.

Zhang Chi still remembers the embarrassed figure changing the tire of Wuling Hongguang in the pouring rain when he first arrived in Yuhang.

A few years later, that man became the largest supplier in Yuhang Hardware Market, and no one knew that he once drove a Wuling to deliver goods on the streets.

Zhang Chi once met him by chance in an auto parts city.

I wanted to go up and ask, "Do you remember the brother Chi Zi who helped you change the tire by the West Lake?"

Later I thought about it and decided not to force yourself to fit in if you are in different circles.

Now looking at the fat man’s license plate number 77777, I feel that fate seems to appear in another way.

Zhang Chi smiled and said, "This car is easy to repair. I can help you get it done in a week."

Hearing this, the fat man waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, just take your time. There's nothing wrong with this car. It just has the common engine problems of old BMWs. It's going to take you a while to fix it."

Zhang Chi smiled without saying anything, his left hand on the rear of the BMW X5.

The light screen in front of him, which only he could see, had already listed all the parts of the car that needed repair.

For other mechanics, repairing this old BMW might be a big project.

But for Zhang Chi, it was just a matter of more than 300 kWh of electricity.

(End of this chapter)