Chapter 39: Choosing a Car

At this time, the bedroom had many more warm elements than when he first moved in.

The bed was covered with the light gray long-staple cotton four-piece set bought the day before yesterday, the touch delicate and soft.

A round aromatherapy bottle was placed above the nightstand, with several black aromatherapy sticks standing in it, emitting just the right fragrance.

A pot of lucky bamboo he had just bought the day before was placed on the windowsill, the emerald green stems and leaves revealing a glimmer in the glass bottle, looking extremely full of vitality.

Getting up and walking to the living room, the view outside the large floor-to-ceiling window made one feel happy.

The beige sofa in the center of the living room looked atmospheric, and a bouquet of fresh roses was placed on the wooden coffee table, with water droplets still scattered on the mouth of the vase.

These flowers were bought by Li Yan at the flower shop downstairs yesterday; seeing that there were many high-end imported varieties in the flower shop, he bought two bouquets on a whim.

One bouquet was Kenyan roses, 20 yuan per stem, 12 stems bought in total, 240 yuan.

The other bouquet was Ecuadorian preserved roses, 80 yuan per stem, 2 stems bought.

Plus a few anthuriums and a small evergreen plant to decorate the entrance.

It cost a total of more than a thousand yuan, and the clerk also gave a few fragrant green leaves to set off the bouquet.

Early this morning, the housekeeping service partnered with the property management had already come up to water the flowers and change the water, so these flowers were still fresh and charming.

Regarding the matter of raising flowers, he had absolutely no experience in his heart.

But after choosing them at the flower shop downstairs, he simply spent money to book the housekeeping service partnered with the property management, coming to clean three times a week, and doing the maintenance of the flowers and plants while he was at it.

The monthly service fee was 2500 yuan, mainly including tidying the bed, wiping the floor and furniture, watering and fertilizing, etc. He was happy to be relaxed and didn't have to worry about not knowing how to take care of plants.

For him, since he chose a large unit, he might as well make it orderly and full of vitality.

A corner of the living room was a solid wood bookcase, inside which were several books related to his advertising major, and a butterfly orchid he had just purchased, blooming with purple flowers.

The flower shop owner said this butterfly orchid was an imported variety from Taiwan, one pot costing six or seven hundred yuan, but the flowering period was long and the posture elegant. Li Yan also readily took it.

Li Yan opened the refrigerator and took out milk and the blueberries bought yesterday.

The refrigerator was also filled with many imported craft beers and that bottle of Macallan 12 Years Single Malt Whiskey, and various high-end ingredients he had purchased at the supermarket a few days ago were also stuffed full.

Taking milk and blueberries with oatmeal, he treated it as a simple breakfast.

He didn't plan to spend time cooking too complicated dishes; firstly, his technique was lacking, and secondly, there was an important thing to do today—to go look at cars.

The morning sunlight in Shudu shone into the living room, and the large areas of white space looked very high-end.

The sunlight shining on Li Yan's feet looked very warm; today was a good day.

To be honest, Li Yan wasn't a person who pursued an exquisite life that much.

Li Yan was very vulgar; he liked big houses, liked luxury goods, liked beauties, and liked sports cars.

As for this kind of urban exquisite style of getting up in the morning to drink a cup of coffee, eat some blueberries, have a piece of bread, and look at the scenery outside the window, it actually didn't have much to do with Li Yan.

The milk, blueberries, and oatmeal he had this morning were very simple; he didn't have much appetite in the morning, just eating something casually...

Lighting a Seven Star, the urban exquisite style instantly transformed into urban dashing style.

He took a puff of the cigarette, frowned slightly, lowered his head and exhaled, the smoke swirling and dispersing in the living room, then was gathered away by a wisp of wind blowing in from the window.

"At 177cm tall, it's actually quite okay here."

Besides, among the three things of being tall, rich, and handsome, isn't it enough for Li Yan to occupy two?

He mocked himself in a low voice, looking at his silhouette reflected on the glass, which was more upright than before and had a bit more style, and then extinguished the cigarette butt in the glass ashtray.

The breakfast he had eaten halfway was messily placed on the dining table; Li Yan didn't care, walking straight to the bathroom to wash.

Naturally, there was a housekeeping service coming to clean; if he had money and didn't enjoy the convenience, then Li Yan would be a fool.

After washing, he changed into a light-colored casual outfit from Chanel, put on his LV bag, and wore his Patek Philippe Nautilus.

Looking in the mirror, really handsome!

Mm, the taste of money~

Just in time, he called a luxury ride-hailing car he had been waiting for for a long time.

The car was a black Mercedes-Benz S-Class; the driver, wearing a dark shirt, politely got out of the car to help him open the back seat door.

Li Yan was at "Binjiang Puyan," and there was still a distance of more than twenty kilometers to where he was going.

The driver checked the destination—Ferrari 4S store, address at No. 888 Airport Road Auxiliary Road, High-tech Zone, Shudu, belonging to one of the more famous supercar gathering areas in Shudu.

He sat in the back row, closed the car door, and glanced at the time.

The scheduled arrival time was around ten o'clock in the morning; anyway, it was still quite ample.

His thoughts scattered in the street scene flowing outside the car window: over the past few days, he had rented a house and purchased supplies, but hadn't made a final decision on the means of transport.

Although the Porsche 911 was quite balanced, in terms of true head-turning rate and symbolic significance, Ferrari had more of a "God Car" style, especially that iconic prancing horse logo which was irreplaceable.

Li Yan wasn't reckless; after all, the funds he could freely dispose of were only around two or three million, which was what was left after the system rebate and previous investment income.

If he really wanted to buy a Ferrari sports car worth four or five million or even more expensive, paying in full was definitely not enough, but he thought it was not impossible to do it through a loan.

Nowadays, his bank flow was sufficient, his credit record was excellent, and large-amount loans weren't difficult, plus Ferrari's own finance could also provide installment services.

In his view, as long as he was willing, the monthly repayment wouldn't be too much pressure.

What's more, if the system had opportunities for consumption rebates later, such high-amount consumption could also exchange for more considerable income.

While lost in thought, the Mercedes-Benz S-Class had already driven onto the city expressway, and the signs for the High-tech Zone came into view.

The driver asked: "Sir, is it that Ferrari on the Airport Road Auxiliary Road? There seems to be a Lamborghini showroom nearby, do you want to take a look while you're at it?"

Li Yan responded with a faint smile: "Go to Ferrari first, see the situation and then decide."

The journey was only half an hour, with high-rise buildings standing in great numbers along the road.

This was one of the prosperous areas of the High-tech Zone, where many supercar and luxury car brand 4S stores or experience centers gathered.

The driver stopped the car steadily in front of the "Ferrari Shudu Experience Center" large glass door; the building facade was modern, and the black and red color scheme highlighted the brand temperament.

This was the location of the "Ferrari Shudu" 4S showroom.

When Li Yan got out of the car, a warm breeze with a hint of moisture hit his face.

At this moment, it was the midsummer of 2023; clouds were flowing over Shudu, and sunlight was shuttling between the high-rise buildings.

Standing in front of the Ferrari 4S store, he raised his hand to gently wipe the slight sweat on his forehead, and the Patek Philippe Nautilus watch on his wrist flashed a low-key yet alluring luster in the sunlight.

This was a good watch that an expert could recognize at a glance, and it was precisely at the moment he pushed open the store door that it made the eyes of the sales consultant inside light up. ===== CHAPTER 40 =====