Panamera

The two long-lost golden dice reappeared.

The first die landed on four, the second on two.

[Congratulations, Host. You have received a sixfold random boost.]

[Ding! 960,000 yuan has been deposited into your Alipay account. Your balance is now 970,000 yuan.]

Wonderful. Absolutely wonderful.

And this was just the first day of the recharge event.

It seemed his insistence on investing in the second store at the best location in Beixinan had been the right decision.

Although the first day coincided with Labor Day, meaning foot traffic was at its peak and would likely drop later, earning nearly a million in a single day called for a reward—something he truly liked.

Men love cars, and he was no exception. Before, he didn't have the means, but now he could finally indulge a little.

As a small business owner straddling both the fruit industry and the entertainment sector, he couldn't keep driving his wife's car forever. That just wasn't right.

With the convenience of modern mobile internet, everything was just a few taps away on various apps.

So, he called Song Yanxi over to browse together.

Since they were alone in the office, he pulled her onto his lap.

"Yanxi, what kind of car do you think I should get?"

"You're buying a car?"

"Of course! The Audi at home was bought for you. It doesn't feel right for me to drive it every day."

"Hm… that makes sense."

Song Yanxi thought for a moment and agreed he should have one of his own.

She opened an app on her phone that featured all sorts of cars, complete with detailed descriptions.

Once again, she marveled at how advanced mobile internet had become.

"Honey, what type of car are you thinking about?"

"The Audi is fine for everyday use, but I want something bigger—something comfortable for long trips."

"What's your budget?"

"Around 500,000 to 600,000 yuan. A lightly used second-hand car is fine too."

At this price range, the options for new cars were vast.

For long-distance travel, sedans offered the best driving comfort, while SUVs provided the most spacious ride.

After some browsing, Song Yanxi narrowed it down to three choices: the BMW 530 Luxury Edition, the Mercedes-Benz E300, and the Lexus GX.

After considering his options, Chen Pingsheng found himself most drawn to the Lexus GX.

It had plenty of space.

"When do you want to buy it, honey?"

"In a couple of days."

Chen Pingsheng suppressed his excitement.

Fortunately, with his wife beside him, he had an outlet for his enthusiasm whenever needed.

Even after six years of marriage, his love for her had not diminished in the slightest. In fact, he found her more beautiful with each passing day.

It was moments like these that made him feel his greatest accomplishment in life was marrying Song Yanxi.

As the saying goes, a virtuous wife blesses three generations. No exaggeration there.

Two days later, after another 500,000 yuan rolled into the second store's account, Chen Pingsheng took Song Yanxi to look at cars.

At his price point, he could only afford mid-tier luxury cars. The truly high-end ones required at least a million.

Song Yanxi went along with whatever he wanted. By now, she was used to it.

Her husband seemed to have some special sources of income, but he never touched the fruit store's profits.

According to him, that little bit of profit was just her personal allowance—for shopping, self-care, and whatever she wanted.

This man was simply too good to be true.

Tonight, she had to reward him with a pink nurse outfit.

And of course, it had to be completely seamless.

The two of them first went to the largest second-hand car market in Beixinan.

To be honest, a high-end car that had been driven for two or three years—provided it hadn't been in an accident or a flood—could easily last another four or five years without issue.

With a budget of 500,000 to 600,000 yuan, the only new options were the BMW 5 Series and Mercedes-Benz E-Class.

But in the used market, they could get a BMW 7 Series or even a Range Rover Sport.

After much deliberation, Chen Pingsheng became enamored with a pre-owned Porsche Panamera that had clocked 50,000 kilometers.

It had only been registered for two years, had zero previous owners, and the dealership guaranteed it had no accident or flood damage.

Not that he needed their word for it—he could tell just by looking.

Now this was a real luxury car.

The 2.9T extended executive version had an on-road price of nearly 1.5 million yuan when new.

Yet the second-hand one was just 750,000—half the original price.

Chen Pingsheng patted the car door. He could tell his wife liked it too.

That was to be expected. What woman could resist a white Panamera?

Just from the admiration in her eyes, he knew he had to get it.

And so, he bought his first car—a white Porsche Panamera.

Even if it was second-hand, it still made an impression.

As for the registration process, a few connections could easily smooth things over. It was just like real estate purchase restrictions—those rules only applied to true first-time buyers.

For those with the means, it just involved some extra paperwork.

Song Yanxi's excitement was written all over her face.

Sitting in the driver's seat, she wiggled her hips left and right.

This was their new car.

Just parking it in the yard or stepping out of it was enough to draw envious stares.

"Honey, I never thought we'd own a Porsche one day."

"There are a lot of things you never expected."

Chen Pingsheng chuckled. "By July at the latest, I'll have you living in a big house of our own."

"Really? It feels like a dream."

Song Yanxi found it hard to believe. The changes in their lives had happened so fast.

In less than six months, not only was she driving an Audi, but her husband was now driving a Panamera.

And on top of that, they owned five large, thriving fruit supermarkets.

Life was only getting better.

"Honey, Du Juan was telling me yesterday that women should invest in self-care. She said women age quickly, and men lose interest just as fast."

Song Yanxi looked at him with a teasing smile. This was a classic trap.

Women's thought processes were strange.

One moment, she was marveling at their good fortune.

The next, she was warning him that men change when they get rich.

"She's into skincare, right? Just go with her. I figure even when I'm old and toothless, you'll still be sitting on my lap, playing the role of Diao Chan."

"Tsk…"

Song Yanxi rolled her eyes at him, exuding charm.

She had developed a fondness for dressing up as various warrior maidens to spice up their marriage.

But that was a topic for nighttime.

No way was she discussing it in broad daylight—she had some shame, after all.

"You know, Du Juan is pretty interesting. She only makes six or seven thousand a month, but she spends thirty to forty thousand a year on beauty treatments. She's insane."

"That much?"

Song Yanxi nodded. "She says that's actually considered little. Compared to wealthy socialites who spend a hundred thousand or more a year, thirty or forty thousand is just enough for basic facial maintenance."

"Sounds like the beauty industry is making a killing."

"Tell me about it. I even bought a 5,000 yuan membership card at her spa yesterday."

She said it casually, but Chen Pingsheng took note.

With his golden finger, the easiest way to make money was predicting the future—especially through prepaid memberships.

According to Du Juan, at high-end beauty salons, spending five or ten thousand was nothing. The real customers dropped tens of thousands.

If he invested in a beauty salon, it might even outperform his fruit stores.

More importantly, he wanted to one day open a luxury salon just for his wife.

But unlike the fruit business, beauty salons required skill and expertise.

It wasn't something money alone could handle.

For now, he set the idea aside.

The priority was expanding the fruit stores and buying a house.

Only once they had a home of their own would he feel secure enough to pursue bigger investments.