Full-time girlfriend: Why would you work when I am here?

However, the auto show as a whole was quite interesting. Not only were there the convertible retro cars that Song Pingqing had seen on TV, in addition to the tractor that shocked her, there were also early racing cars, sports cars, and so on.

There are also some concept cars that are specially put on display.

"This chassis makes me feel uneasy." Song Pingqing raised his chin and motioned Murongxue to look at the fiery red sports car. "Will it really not hit the curb at such a low height?"

If Murong Xue hadn't gone to the night market with Song Pingqing, she really wouldn't have known what the curb was that she was talking about.

Murong Xue was ashamed: "Do you really have to drive a supercar on the city roads?"

"Why do you use the word 'nonsense'?" Song Pingqing was puzzled. "Aren't cars meant to be on the road? If they can't even drive on the most basic city roads, what else can they do?"

Is it just for the sake of speeding and showing off?

Is it so impractical?

"These vehicles are not designed for city roads." Wen Zhuo's voice suddenly sounded.

Song Pingqing turned around and looked: "You are here too?!"

"Yes, my family also has a car factory." Wen Zhuo nodded.

Murong Xue stood beside Song Pingqing with a slightly dark face.

Why are there light bulbs everywhere I go?

"Supercars pursue extreme performance, focusing on maintaining vehicle stability and easy handling when driving at high speeds." Wen Zhuo continued to introduce it to Song Pingqing.

"Lowering the vehicle's center of gravity can reduce the roll and sway caused by high-speed operation."

"I don't know what you mean by curb, but this design doesn't even take speed bumps into account."

Seeing Song Pingqing listening with great interest, Murong Xue's face became even more wooden.

She regretted that she should have brought Wu Qiming and Shen Ci with her.

In that case, there is at least one person who can take Wen Zhuo away now.

Broken light bulb!

"So this car really has no practical value." Song Pingqing summed up everything Wen Zhuo said.

"No, racing competitions also have commercial value." Wen Zhuo retorted, "There are no useless things, only useless occasions."

This sentence has a sense of the perception of infinite flow players - there are no useless abilities, only masters who don't know how to use them.

Seeing Song Pingqing nod, Wen Zhuo looked at Murong Xue and asked, "How long do you plan to stay here?"

"We'll leave tomorrow afternoon. After all, we have classes the day after tomorrow." Murong Xue replied expressionlessly.

Based on the content of her words, Wen Zhuo thought that Murong Xue was just unhappy about attending class.

Wen Zhuo nodded: "Don't be unhappy, you all came out to play, the most important thing is to have fun."

Murong Xue: Thank you. It’s hard for me to have fun with a light bulb like you standing here.

"I'll invite you to watch the car race." Wen Zhuo said, "I just happened to be given two tickets, but I have a meeting tonight and can't get away."

Song Pingqing paused slightly.

Meeting?

"It seems that someone's career has been developing well recently."

Wen Zhuo smiled, but the emotion was not reflected in his eyes: "After all, there are noble people helping me."

The words were nice, but when the word "noble person" was mentioned, there was a bit of gnashing of teeth.

Baimao Tiandao sneezed from a distance.

"It's good to have a noble person. It's a blessing to have a noble person." Song Pingqing expressed his concern briefly and changed the subject with two sentences, "What time does the car race start?"

"Enter the venue at 7:30 and start at 8."

Seeing that Song Pingqing was interested in the car race, Murong Xue directly reached out: "Give me the ticket."

Having disrupted her hard-earned world of two, it's only reasonable to give her a new world of two again, right?

Yes, very reasonable.

Wen Zhuo raised his head and gestured to the bodyguard behind him, who quickly handed the invitation to Murong Xue.

"You guys continue shopping, I have other things to do. After all, I'm not here for the exhibition." Wen Zhuo spread his hands.

"Ah."

Murong Xue thought to herself: You left quickly.

The venue is huge, with a total of 137 classic cars.

In the end, Song Pingqing set his eyes on a blue-gray vintage car produced in the 1940s.

It is a soft-top convertible with a wide and round front face and round headlights. The lampshades should have been replaced and are not yellowed. The interior is made of leather and should also be new. The retro color has some modern stitching and workmanship.

The owner maintained the car very well and even applied a layer of matte silver car film on the outside.

"This car is really beautiful." Song Pingqing looked it up and down.

"How much is this car?" Murong Xue asked the price directly.

The other party's answer was also without hesitation: "Four million US dollars."

When it came to seeing the car, Song Pingqing was ready to spend a lot of money, but he never expected that the 70-year-old antique would actually ask for four million US dollars.

US dollars!

She still has to consider whether RMB 4 million is worth it. After all, she is not a classic car enthusiast, she just thinks it looks good.

Who would spend four million dollars on a beautiful piece of trash?

With four million US dollars, how many new projects can Song Pingqing invest in?

So, as soon as Murong Xue stretched out her hand and before she could touch the card, Song Pingqing took her hand and pulled her away.

"what are you doing?"

Although she also liked holding hands, she didn't like Song Pingqing rejecting her feelings.

"No." Song Pingqing said confidently, "Just take a look."

This scene feels like a grandmother pulling her ignorant granddaughter away from a small supermarket.

"Can't I just buy it for myself as a birthday present?" Murong Xue said confidently, "I'll be seventeen next month."

"Oh~" Song Pingqing is a piece of stone that doesn't understand, but he is not a fool. How could he not understand Murong Xue's lie? "Then buy it. I don't want to open it anyway."

"You!" Murong Xue was furious.

I didn’t buy it after all.

After all, we still have to consider the thoughts of the people who actually drive the car.

“Classic cars look nice, but safety standards were low back then, and there weren’t even seat belts.”

The three-point safety belt was invented by Volvo in the late 1950s.

The car can be grounded, but it cannot be grounded.

Song Pingqing really likes this kind of antique car, but he also really dislikes it: "Just for this reason, this car has to be eliminated."

There is no way, cherish your life, nothing is more important than life.

This is why the elderly are always more likely to fall for health scams.

This reason was very legitimate, so legitimate that Murong Xue had no room for rebuttal.

"So if there is a car that has this kind of shape and appearance and is safe enough, you would like it?"

Murong Xue was thoughtful. She also wanted to make a car.

"Of course, but even if you like it, you may not buy it."

"Why?" In Murong Xue's world, there was no reason to like something but not buy it.

“If you like it, you don’t have to own it.”

After all, Song Pingqing is not the kind of playboy who would spend 20 million just for a car.

"No." Murong Xue interrupted her. "If you like someone, you have to own him."