President Wen wasn't angry. He glanced at the skinny guy, and the youngest of the group immediately backed down, standing tall and straight as he retreated to the back.
He pulled a pack of soft-pack cigarettes from his pocket, gave it a gentle squeeze, lowered his head to pick one out with his lips, then gestured toward Yang Yi.
Yang Yi didn't smoke—neither in this life nor his past one. In this life, he lived rigorously; in his past life, the main reason was that smoking left a distinct scent, which was detrimental to carrying out missions. That didn't mean he couldn't smoke, though. When the occasion called for it, like now, he reached out and took one, lighting up himself.
A look of appreciation flickered in President Wen's eyes. He patted Yang Yi on the shoulder and said, "Young friend, since you like it, why not give it a try? Only you truly know if it suits you, right?"
Yang Yi smoked alongside him, neither frivolous nor servile, replying calmly, "Of course."
Yang Yi casually handed the duffel bag containing two million in cash to Guo Ziyi to look after. Guo Ziyi had no idea what was inside and muttered as he wanted to follow, but when he saw the burly President Wen climb into the passenger seat, he pursed his lips and didn't dare sit in the back.
After all, he had just been bold enough to talk back to the guy.
Yang Yi swung his long legs into the driver's seat. The truck had a high chassis, and the massive tires were nothing like those on an ordinary sedan—deeply treaded, maintaining strong grip even on bumpy mountain roads.
Once seated in the driver's seat, Yang Yi immediately felt the difference!
The reason he liked pickup trucks was that he often drove them in Africa and the Middle East—sturdy, crash-resistant. But in his past life, those pickups had compact bodies; the ones with rear seats could barely fit anyone, and even the long-legged Black guys struggled. Most even removed the rear seats, letting hitchhikers lie down in the back.
But this truck was different. The front had plenty of legroom, and the back wasn't far behind. President Wen was already lounging comfortably in the passenger seat, stretching his legs out with a yawn.
"Let's go, show me your driving skills!" President Wen handed the keys to Yang Yi. "Take it slow at first—this beast has some serious power!"
Yang Yi didn't hesitate. He inserted the key, ignited the engine, and drove the truck out of the 4S shop, handling it smoothly and steadily. But the roaring engine of the Overlord Wolf already revealed its eagerness.
"Can't open it up here. Turn left—there's a dedicated test track ahead," President Wen directed.
At the professional test track, Yang Yi saw the wide, straight runway, a flicker of excitement in his eyes. Without waiting for President Wen's instructions, he shifted up two gears, and the truck roared as it sped off.
One hundred kilometers per hour, one-fifty, two hundred...
President Wen never expected the seemingly "gentle and refined" Yang Yi to be so wild. He couldn't handle it, his face turning pale as he fumbled to buckle his seatbelt, shouting, "Slow down, slow down!"
But Yang Yi didn't stop until he hit the truck's top speed—two hundred and twenty kilometers per hour! Then, maintaining that speed, he circled the track once before coming to a steady halt.
Earlier, Yang Yi had drifted through the curves without slowing down, scaring President Wen so much he could barely sit up. But President Wen had weathered many storms; he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said nonchalantly, "Brother Yang, you must have come from a military driving school, right?"
On the way, they had exchanged names. President Wen's full name was Wen Ruizhong, a native of Northeast China.
Yang Yi gave a faint smile and said, "No, I was in a field unit."
President Wen's pupils contracted slightly, and he asked in a low voice, "Been on the battlefield?"
Yang Yi glanced at him and nodded without hesitation.
President Wen was instantly filled with respect. His question was deliberately vague—only those who had served in the military would understand its meaning. After all, in this peacetime era, what battles were there to fight? Who else but those in special units carrying out special missions had been on the battlefield?
"Then why..." President Wen was curious but immediately realized he shouldn't ask, quickly adding, "Sorry, sorry, that must be classified."
"It's nothing," Yang Yi said with a smile. "I once beat up a kid with connections and got kicked out."
President Wen was taken aback, then gave a thumbs-up, laughing, "This attitude—I, Old Wen, like it!"
Of course, the main point was still test-driving. Yang Yi had deliberately driven so fast to gauge the truck's performance in all aspects.
So far, he was very satisfied. Whether it was the engine's power, the shock absorption on slopes, the tire grip during drifts, or the braking force when decelerating, all demonstrated the truck's superior performance.
It couldn't compare to a sports car, but for a pickup to reach this level was rare.
As for the truck's crash resistance, Yang Yi wasn't too concerned. Overlord Wolf was a military vehicle manufacturer, and unlike Japanese cars or some domestic brands, they didn't cut corners on materials.
Besides, he was buying this truck for city commuting, not for the battlefield—no need to worry about whether it could withstand a heavy impact...
Back at the 4S shop, Yang Yi finally made his decision. In front of everyone, he patted the hood of the Overlord Wolf affectionately and said, "This is the one. President Wen, please calculate the total."
"You're buying it now?" Guo Ziyi and the fair-skinned Sun Ji exclaimed almost simultaneously.
The fair-skinned man was even more incredulous and flustered, shouting angrily, "You must have colluded during the test drive! I don't believe he can afford this truck!"
Yang Yi glanced at the fair-skinned man and said calmly to President Wen, "President Wen, I'll also need you to handle the license and paperwork. How much will it all cost?"
Wen Ruizhong laughed heartily and said, "No problem. Xiao Wu, come over here!"
He called over a young woman from his finance team. They whispered for a moment before he looked up and said to Yang Yi, "Total is 610,000. I'll waive the change—make it 600,000."
It didn't seem like much of a discount, but everyone else in the Overlord Wolf 4S shop looked puzzled. They knew the listed price was only for the base model, but the truck Yang Yi had driven was fully loaded!
The difference between the high-end and base models was over 100,000. The discount Wen Ruizhong was offering was huge!
"I don't believe it! You're all in on this scam!" The fair-skinned man, sensing something was off, pretended to be angry and tried to leave.
But the Overlord Wolf staff weren't about to let him go easily. Several people blocked his path.
"I don't believe you really have that much money!" he said resentfully.
Yang Yi glanced at him, then turned and took the duffel bag from Guo Ziyi, placing it on the hood of the truck.
Under everyone's gaze, Yang Yi unzipped the bag, revealing stacks of red banknotes.
Instantly, the entire room fell silent...