The car window was wide open, and even the sunroof was deliberately opened to its fullest. A gust of wind blew in from outside, neither biting cold like winter nor scorching hot like summer. This temperature was just right, the most comfortable level for the human body.
Looking at the country road, the lush green trees on both sides, and the way sunlight filtered through the gaps in the trees, casting streaks of light and shadow, he suddenly felt as if he had stepped into a painting, a masterpiece by the world's most tasteful and skilled artist.
After about half an hour, they successfully arrived at their destination, the car dealership. He had bought this Lamborghini supercar from the boss here before. At that time, it was a globally limited edition model, with only 57 units released in a candy color. This was the only one, so the boss naturally had a very, very deep impression of the buyer.
After all, that limited edition Lamborghini was considered the boss's pride and joy, the crown jewel of the entire dealership. The combined value of all other vehicles probably couldn't even match a fraction of its price.
But now, Cao Baming had returned. And the boss had acquired several more cars that were comparable in class to that Lamborghini, also limited editions.
Among them were cars of various styles and functions, including supercars, convertibles, and more classic models. Naturally, jeeps and more conventional sedans were also available.
The exterior designs and colors were all the latest, in line with current trends. While many cars might share similar styles, some people preferred niche designs, uncommon colors, and unique exterior styling, which often appealed to truly affluent buyers.
The boss naturally understood Cao Baming's preferences. He knew that Cao Baming belonged to this kind of person, whose taste was vastly different from most people's, belonging to the most niche category.
For him to patronize his dealership at this time was like a gift from heaven. Just last month, he had received a shipment of these very niche models, each of them incredibly expensive.
As a car dealership owner, he understood the stark difference between the rich and the poor, especially in their motivations for buying cars.
For the poor, buying a car was about acquiring a means of transportation, perhaps their first car, or because their old one was beyond repair.
But for the rich, merely paying for functionality would feel like a waste. Generally, what they valued most wasn't performance or brand, but how captivating the car was and whether it was worth collecting.
Indeed, they certainly didn't lack for cars. One unit of such a car was more than enough. Unlike clothes or food that needed constant replenishment and variety, a car was more like a house; one should be sufficient for a lifetime.
Given this, their psychological drive for buying cars must be for collection, to satisfy their inner desires.
At this moment, the boss himself had come to the dealership's waiting area. He had heard that a major client was scheduled for an appointment today, which was why he personally came. However, that major client wasn't Cao Baming. Cao Baming hadn't made any prior arrangements and had only decided to come an hour ago on a whim.
The boss was well aware of this in his heart. But then, standing there, he saw a familiar flash of emerald green at the end of the distant road.
His gaze flickered, and his brow furrowed slightly. Wasn't that the crown jewel he had just sold?
The emerald green limited edition Lamborghini? That was... he was here?
For a moment, the boss felt a surge of excitement, but it was quickly followed by nervousness. He knew that the major client scheduled for today wasn't Cao Baming. If these two were to arrive at the same time, whom should he attend to?
The speed of a Lamborghini supercar was undeniable. In the previous second, it was merely a speck of emerald green flashing on the road; in the next, it was right in front of him.
As expected, the boss hadn't misjudged. In fact, he didn't even need to look at the details. From a distance, just by the color, he could tell it was the car he had sold previously, and the owner was certainly not someone else.
After all, this color was extremely rare to the average person. If you tried to find a vehicle of this color on the street, you might spend an entire day, even without sleeping, and still not see one. It was that rare, that niche.
Cao Baming slowly rolled down the car window, and a familiar face appeared before the boss.
He clearly remembered that the last time he came to buy a car, he hadn't even recognized Cao Baming, as he wasn't a huge football fan and rarely watched foreign leagues.
At that time, when he heard the young man say he wanted to buy his crown jewel, the emerald green Lamborghini, he thought it was another arrogant, penniless kid trying to get attention.
But then, as expected, he was proven wrong. Not only could he afford it, but he also paid the money on the spot with great ease.
From then on, he would never forget that face. Even if he hadn't made a deep impression and hadn't even remembered the incident at the time, he couldn't possibly not recognize Cao Baming now.
After the World Cup, in every corner of Tang Country, one out of every two people on the street was wearing Cao Baming's jersey. His name was written on every person walking the streets, and his face was plastered on billboards and giant screens of tall buildings.
Now, it was impossible not to recognize him, unless one was blind and brainless.
When he saw Cao Baming's face again, an irrepressible excitement welled up in his heart, and his mind went blank, rendering him speechless.
The boss stood frozen. Cao Baming spoke first.