Super Rich by Doing as You Please

According to standard procedure, Yang Siqi should have first contacted the purchasing department. After a plan was confirmed and both parties had agreed on a price and quantity, it would then be submitted to the administrative supervisor.

The administrative supervisor would sign off on it, then report to me.

After I confirmed there were no major issues, I would then take it to the boss for review and signature. It would then be returned to the purchasing department to draft the contract and begin procurement.

Especially when initially selecting a supplier, multiple companies are typically required to compete for the business.

The best one is chosen.

But now, because of her friend, Yang Siqi had skipped all these intermediate steps, gone straight to the top, and secured the deal.

As Cheng Yi looked over the price list, she couldn’t help but envy Yang Siqi for connecting with such a powerful friend.

At every past class reunion, she had always been the most successful one, the one with the highest standing.

But if Yang Siqi also attended the next class reunion, I might not be the one who stands out anymore.

So, taking a break from the reports, she feigned casualness and asked.

"Did you see the group chat message? It looks like everyone wants to have another class reunion for the National Day holiday next week."

Cheng Yi asked, "Are you going this time?"

"I don’t know. We’ll see,"

Yang Siqi replied nonchalantly, paying it no mind. "The quote I’m giving your group this time is three percentage points below market price. Compared to what you paid for procurement before..."

In the General Manager’s office, Xi Wei was feeling sullen.

’That last attempt had completely backfired.’

’From the look of him just now, it was clear that if I didn’t give his friend the contract, he was going to beat me up.’

’After fighting him one-on-one last time and getting his ass kicked, he’d sworn never to raise a hand against him again!’

’The guy wasn’t just vicious; he always aimed for the face!’

’And why would he suddenly want to visit my dad?’

’Even if he wanted to visit, shouldn’t he have told my sister and had her tell Dad?’

’Why did he choose me?’

’What’s his scheme?’

Whatever the scheme, he had to go home early today and tell his father in person, not over the phone.

After leaving Xi Wei’s corporate headquarters, Xu Yun didn’t take Yang Siqi’s Mercedes, leaving it for her instead.

But without a car of his own, getting around was truly inconvenient.

So he hailed a cab and went straight to an auto mall.

This time, however, he wasn’t planning on buying a luxury car. He decided to buy a domestic electric car to try out and experience the new technology.

So after a quick look around, he paid a premium to buy the floor model right off the showroom.

A top-of-the-line M9!

By the time all the paperwork was finished, it was nearly evening. Gao Wenwen had sent him a message.

She was already home, had put on the Burberry dress he’d given her, and had sent him a picture of herself wearing it.

Xu Yun complimented her, and after some small talk, he started showing off his new toy while driving, asking if she liked it.

Gao Wenwen replied casually, "Of course I like it. I hear it has autonomous driving."

"You like it? I’ll give it to you after I’ve driven it for a few days."

Xu Yun said, "I’ll have someone deliver it to you then."

"You’re really giving it to me?"

"Mhm, you don’t have a car, do you?"

Xu Yun said, "Use it to get around. It’ll make it easier for you to go out."

’He had to treat them all equally. His other women had cars, so it was only right that he buy one for her, too.’

’He never paid much attention to how much each woman’s car was worth, whether it was expensive or cheap.’

’What car a woman drove simply depended on what car he felt like buying at the time.’

’It wasn’t as if a more expensive car signified a higher place in his heart.’

Besides, most of the women he was with were ecstatic just to be gifted a car by him.

After all, if they had to rely on their own earnings, who knew how long it would take for them to afford one.

After Gao Wenwen reluctantly hung up, Xu Yun continued to enjoy his new car, even cautiously testing out the autonomous driving feature.

The feeling was novel.

But he only tested it briefly, not daring to completely let go of the controls.

He preferred to hold his life in his own hands, not entrust it to some smart program.

Since he’d promised the car to Gao Wenwen, Xu Yun would obviously have to get another one for himself as a replacement.

But now, a car worth a few million yuan was no longer enough to satisfy him.

If he was going to buy a car this time, it would be a supercar worth over ten million.

But he didn’t have any international connections for that sort of thing.

He suddenly recalled a car blogger nicknamed "Key God." The name came from the fact that for every incredible car featured in his videos, he could pull the keys for it right out of his own pocket.

The cars he featured were all high-end, international models, a clear departure from the more accessible content of other car bloggers. They weren’t even in the same league.

Xu Yun didn’t know if this was just a persona crafted by a company or if the guy was genuinely that incredible in real life.

It was worth a shot to contact him after he’d picked out a car.

So, after returning to his penthouse duplex, Xu Yun searched online for luxury cars in the ten-million-plus range and finally set his sights on the Aston Martin Valkyrie.

However, the car was a limited-production supercar. Only 150 were ever made, and the price was around 20 million RMB.

Having decided on his target, Xu Yun clicked on the blogger’s social media profile and sent him a private message.

"Key God, hello. I want to get my hands on a Valkyrie. I was wondering if you have any connections?"

In a villa in the Capital, Xiaoteng was having tea and chatting with an elder friend, and happened to be checking the private messages from his followers.

When he saw the contents of Xu Yun’s message, he froze for a second before checking the user ID.

Young Master Xu?

He replied with curiosity, "Are you really *the* Young Master Xu from online?"

The name "Young Master Xu" had become rather famous online recently due to a few incidents.

Mainly, his identity was a complete mystery to the public.

"Assuming no one’s impersonating me, then yes, I should be."

Looking at Xu Yun’s reply, Xiaoteng typed back, "You want to buy a Valkyrie? A brand-new one is tough to find domestically. Even if one pops up, it won’t be a direct first-hand sale!"

In his mansion, Xu Yun read the message and asked, "What about internationally?"

"I’m not sure about the international market, but if you’re serious, I can start by asking around for you."

Xiaoteng replied, "If one becomes available, I’ll contact you. As for the price, it’s impossible to say right now."

"Alright, thank you."

"Don’t mention it."

Xiaoteng seized the opportunity. "Young Master Xu, why don’t we add each other on WeChat? It’ll make it easier to stay in touch."

"Sure."

Xu Yun saw the WeChat ID he sent over and manually added him as a contact.

Now, all he had to do was wait for news.

’Still, I need to figure out how to handle Xino’s father tonight.’

’I slept with the man’s daughter, beat up his son, and even went to his office today to threaten him. These aren’t the actions of a decent human being.’

’So, if the conversation later got unpleasant, I’ll just have to tolerate it.’

’He’s an elder, after all.’

When paying a visit, you naturally have to bring a gift. Showing up empty-handed would be far too impolite.

The key was to cater to the man’s interests. It’s hard to stay mad at someone who comes bearing gifts.

Xu Yun took out the Wuyi Mountain Da Hong Pao Tea he had won at an auction, portioned out half of it, packaged it nicely, and then checked the time before heading out.

’He wasn’t particularly fond of it and didn’t drink tea often anyway, so half was more than enough for himself.’

「Meanwhile, at East Lake Villa.」

The man looked at his son, who had returned home early, and asked in confusion, "Why are you back from the office so early today?"

"Dad, I came back because there’s something I need to tell you."

Xi Wei said, "Xu Yun is coming to the house tonight to pay you a visit."

"How come I didn’t know about this?"

The man was surprised. "Did your sister tell you?" he asked.

"No. He came to my office and told me himself today."

"So formal about it?"

The man joked, "He’s not planning to ask for your sister’s hand in marriage, is he?"

Xi Wei was speechless.

’Dad, that joke isn’t funny at all!’