Seeing Wu Yun's tempted expression, the salesman felt this was a promising lead. He decided to strike while the iron was hot. "Sir, having a hard time choosing between the bull and the horse? If I were you, I'd definitely go for the best-looking one."
"If you don't mind my asking, what's your budget for today? If it's high enough, I can introduce you to our Aventador LP 700-4. I guarantee you won't want any other car after you see it." The salesman knew full well that the Aventador was the most expensive supercar at this year's auto show. With the McLaren P1, LaFerrari, and Porsche 918 not in attendance, the Aventador was the top dog among production supercars. In terms of both looks and performance, it could dominate every other car on the floor.
"Anything under 10 million is fine."
The salesman's voice boomed. "Then why are you even looking at these other cars? Let's go straight for the Aventador! Come, let me show you a man's ultimate dream car!"
"Sir, you're still in school, right? Where do you go?" the salesman asked, trying to build rapport.
"I just graduated high school this year. I've enrolled at Sichuan Normal University." Wu Yun's words drew two astonished looks—one from the salesman, and the other from the model standing by the Aventador LP 700-4.
"I'm so jealous! Getting a supercar before you even start college... If you drive this Aventador LP 700-4 onto campus, you'll be a legend among the new students. The absolute coolest guy there," the salesman flattered.
The salesman led Wu Yun to the Aventador LP 700-4 parked at the very front of the display.
In truth, Wu Yun had been familiar with the Aventador in both his past life and his current one. For any supercar enthusiast, every generation of the "big bull" was an object of worship.
There's always a difference between pictures and the real thing. He had only glanced at it from a distance before, but now, up close, he could see the sharp, distinct lines of the orange Aventador LP 700-4. It looked like a rampaging bull, exuding an incredible aura of dominance.
Wu Yun was completely captivated, to the point that he ignored the tall, 92-point model standing right in front of him.
Seeing Wu Yun's reaction, the salesman was even more certain that the sale was in the bag.
"The Aventador LP 700-4 makes extensive use of carbon fiber. Its new 12-cylinder engine has a displacement of 6.5 liters and puts out a massive 515 kilowatts, or 700 horsepower, combining excellent high-rev power with incredible low-end torque. Thanks to a dry weight of only 1,575 kilograms, it achieves a power-to-weight ratio of 2.25 kilograms per horsepower. It goes from 0 to 100 km/h in just 2.9 seconds, with a top speed of 350 km/h. Its performance is way beyond the Huracán LP 610-4!"
"What do you think? For a base price of just 7,388,800, you can drive this Aventador LP 700-4 home!"
"Sir, would you like to see the interior?" The salesman pulled open the Aventador LP 700-4's scissor door.
The moment the scissor door opened, Wu Yun made up his mind. 'Since I have to spend the money to upgrade anyway, I might as well buy a car I actually love!' "Ring it up!"
"I—" The salesman started to speak but froze, stunned.
"Ring it up!" Wu Yun's voice rang out again.
"You got it! Please, follow me!" the salesman said gleefully.
Wu Yun followed him to the back area and sat in the lounge, waiting for the salesman to bring the paperwork.
The sound of high heels approached. Wu Yun looked up and saw the three models from the Lamborghini display.
It was now lunchtime, and the models had come down from the stage to rest and eat.
Wu Yun, sitting in the lounge, caught the attention of all three models.
Just then, the model who had been standing next to the Aventador LP 700-4 walked over to Wu Yun.
"Hello, junior! I'm Wen Meng, your future senior! Sorry, I couldn't help but overhear your conversation. I heard you're enrolling in our university, so I wanted to come and introduce myself!" Wen Meng ran her hands over her shapely rear, smoothing her skirt as she sat down next to Wu Yun.
Wu Yun activated his Detection Glasses and scanned Wen Meng. The information appeared in his vision.
Name: Wen Meng
Age: 20
Height: 173cm
Beauty: 92
Figure: 99
Special: 90
Evaluation: Untilled land, healthy body. Big hips, good for childbearing. The baby's granary is well-stocked. Frequent exercise and dancing have resulted in numerous calluses on her hands and feet.
Wen Meng's figure clearly belonged to someone who exercised regularly. Her wasp waist and perky rear, combined with that seductive face, could easily stir a man's primal desires.
Coincidentally, Wu Yun's libido was at an all-time low today. He stared at Wen Meng calmly and said, "Hello, senior. My name is Wu Yun. May I ask what department you're in?"
"I'm in the Dance Department. I'll be a junior when the semester starts." Seeing that Wu Yun's expression hadn't changed and his gaze seemed quite pure, Wen Meng couldn't help but admire his self-control. It also made her more interested.
Most men looked at her as if they wanted to devour her whole. Having grown accustomed to such gazes, Wen Meng was intrigued by Wu Yun's indifferent reaction. 'Has my charm faded?'
"Oh? Are you working part-time, senior?"
"Yep. I had nothing to do over the summer break, so I came here with a classmate to do some part-time work and earn a little spending money." Wen Meng flicked her hair, pulling a stray strand from the valley of her chest. The movement revealed a delicate necklace on her pale neck, and that bottomless...
Wen Meng noticed Wu Yun's gaze follow her movement to her chest before he quickly looked away. Covering her mouth with her hand, she chuckled softly and continued, "I heard you're enrolling in our university, junior. What's your major? Maybe we'll be on the same campus."
"Business Management. I read the brochure; it's on the Chenglong Campus. I hear it's a new campus, too!" Wu Yun couldn't have been more familiar with the Chenglong Campus, but he pretended as if he'd never been there.
Wen Meng's face lit up with surprise. "What a coincidence! The Dance Department is on the Chenglong Campus too. Junior, let's add each other on WeChat. When school starts, I can give you a tour! Here, you can add me. My phone's in my locker, but I'll accept the request later."
As Wen Meng recited her phone number, Wu Yun sent her a friend request on WeChat.
Wu Yun probed, "A beautiful senior like you giving me a tour? I'd be afraid of getting beaten up by your boyfriend!"
'I've seen Wen Meng's stats, but stats are just stats. They don't show whether she has a boyfriend or any guys on the back burner.'
Wen Meng put on a wistful and slightly innocent expression. "I wish I had a boyfriend! Unfortunately, our university has far more women than men, and all the good ones are already taken. Now that I've run into a great catch like you, I can't possibly let this chance slip by. Or are you not even going to give me that chance, junior?"
Wen Meng's words seemed like an explanation, but they were actually a flirtatious invitation, signaling her desire to take things further with Wu Yun.
Paired with her pitifully beautiful yet seductive face, any other man would probably have been thrilled and eagerly agreed. But Wu Yun was still in sage mode; his lower body wasn't controlling his thoughts.
"Sure, senior. In that case, I'll have to trouble you to show me around the campus then!" Wu Yun replied, evading the more loaded part of her question.
Seeing the salesman approach with paperwork, Wen Meng stood up and smiled. "I won't disturb you any longer, junior. Congratulations on your new car. If I get the chance, I'd love to take a ride in the passenger seat."
Wen Meng stood up, her hips swaying as she walked in her high heels toward her two fellow models waiting in the distance.