Tycoon: I can see the goddess's wish list novel Chapter 492

Chapter 492: 490, Duanmu Yunji’s 3 million car exposed?

"Auntie, that license plate is YJ520. You should know what that means, right?"

The other party wasn’t exactly a relic of the past. Duan Tiancheng believed she would understand.

Yuan Bingqian was stunned. "That’s your cousin’s car!"

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Duan Tiancheng was dumbfounded. His family was in the import-export trade, belonging to the small-capitalist class with an annual profit of a million. He was quite knowledgeable and naturally knew the price of a BMW M8. And it belonged to Duanmu Yunji?

Duan Tiancheng was very clear about Duanmu Yunji’s family situation. Their only ’dazzling’ aspect was their status as Capital City natives; otherwise, they were just ordinary city dwellers. How could they afford a car with an on-the-road price of over 2 million?

Wang Fangfang sized up Duanmu Yunji. She slowly noticed the Lotus Ring on Duanmu Yunji’s finger and grew pensive.

"Cousin, is that car really yours?" Duan Tiancheng asked.

"Yeah!" Duanmu Yunji nodded.

Yuan Bingqian glanced at her daughter, then turned to Duan Tiancheng. "Tiancheng, is there any problem with that car?"

Duan Tiancheng scratched his head awkwardly. "No problem with the car. I just think it looks really nice!"

Wang Fangfang interjected, "That car must be a high-option model. The on-the-road price is almost three million!"

Yuan Bingqian looked surprised. She had assumed it was just a BMW worth a few hundred thousand. Three million?

Duan Tiancheng chuckled awkwardly. Had he caused trouble? Could there be an issue with how this car was obtained? Otherwise, why would Duanmu Yunji hide it from her mother?

"Yunji, is what Tiancheng and Fangfang are saying true?" Yuan Bingqian began to question.

"Mom, it’s just a car!" Duanmu Yunji didn’t answer directly.

"But a car worth over three million is a big problem!" Yuan Bingqian stared at her daughter.

Wang Fangfang disliked Duanmu Yunji. To be exact, she was jealous because Duanmu Yunji was prettier. After all, with her fair skin, beautiful features, long legs, and the elegance cultivated from playing the piano, Wang Fangfang was incredibly jealous. Wang Fangfang herself was a college graduate, currently working in sales at Tiffany. Her life was hard, so learning that Duanmu Yunji drove a three-million car ignited her jealousy once again.

Why does Duanmu Yunji have such a good life? Why can’t I have a good life like hers, no matter how hard I try?

To be honest, if you work hard but aren’t as good-looking as someone else, or if you exert more effort than others yet lack their good fortune, it’s understandable to feel jealous or resentful. As long as you don’t act maliciously or speak caustically, such feelings are quite normal.

But clearly, Wang Fangfang, with her "green tea" persona, said, "Auntie, Yunji is actually right. It’s just a car, a minor issue. After all, anyone with money can buy one. The real problem is the license plate. Getting a Capital City plate is so difficult—Tiancheng surely knows!"

Duan Tiancheng trembled. He didn’t know squat; don’t ask me!

But Duanmu Yunji spoke up for herself. "Although it’s generally difficult to get a Capital City plate, it’s quite easy with the right connections! Oh, and Mom, I forgot to tell you, I have a boyfriend. The car is a gift from him, as is the plate. And the 520 on the plate also represents his feelings for me!"

Duan Tiancheng was impressed. "Brother-in-law is really amazing! That license plate is definitely worth more than the car itself! Cousin, please introduce me; I want to get acquainted!"

Wang Fangfang felt even more conflicted. "Wow, to think it’s a gift from her boyfriend! It seems Yunji has found a very well-connected boyfriend!"

"By the way, Yunji, isn’t that ring from Van Cleef & Arpels?" Wang Fangfang continued her "green tea" tactics. "That model is very, very expensive!"

Yuan Bingqian frowned slightly. She said nothing. She could detect Wang Fangfang’s passive-aggressiveness.

Is she passive-aggressively implying I’m some kind of gold digger? Duanmu Yunji was certainly not going to be polite.

A "tea art" display? Heh. You think Duanmu Yunji is afraid of your "tea art"? Luofeng was a master yin and yang master, and Duanmu Yunji had learned quite a bit from him.

Yuan Bingqian took a deep breath. "Yunji, are you serious?"

"Of course, Mom. Both the BMW and the ten-million apartment are registered in my name!" Duanmu Yunji affirmed.

Wang Fangfang felt like she was about to spit blood. She had intended to showcase her "tea art," making some passive-aggressive comments about Duanmu Yunji, but unexpectedly, she was the one completely put in her place.

Duanmu Yunji sighed. "Actually, I don’t particularly care for these gifts. What I love most is the two-million piano he gave me!"

"Two million? Could it be a Steinway?" Yuan Bingqian, now in her element, naturally knew.

"Yes, Mom! When there’s time, I’ll take you to the apartment to see it, and you can try it yourself," Duanmu Yunji offered.

Duan Tiancheng said, "Cousin, please take me with you!"

Wang Fangfang chimed in, "I also want to see the luxury house!"

Duanmu Yunji smiled. "Of course. How about we go after lunch?"

Yuan Bingqian nodded. "Alright!" She was a bit worried about her daughter, so she wanted to see for herself.

"Then I’ll arrange a pickup service. My BMW’s back seat is too small and uncomfortable," Duanmu Yunji said, operating the Butler App. "The apartment is managed like a five-star hotel, with various personalized services available. For example, right now, I need a car, so I can book one directly through the apartment’s Butler App!"

Everyone fell silent. Something like this seemed a bit out of reach for them.