Chapter 33: Earning a Hundred Thousand a Day Should Bring Some Changes!

How should one live when earning a hundred thousand a day? Chu Lin truly had no idea. That was why he felt a bit lost now, thinking that as someone with such an income, he ought to make some changes in his life.

He remembered that tomorrow, the 25th, was the day his uncle had chosen for the renovation of their ancestral house. He decided he should at least get himself a new outfit. After all, wasn’t this the proper way to return home in glory?

And since he was now driving a car worth nearly 1.89 million, it would be a bit embarrassing to walk around in shabby clothes. If he ran into some fool who sneered, “Wearing cheap clothes and pretending with a rented car?”—that would certainly sting.

With this in mind, he dialed Li Qian’s number. After all, a man going shopping should always be accompanied by a beautiful woman, shouldn’t he? There was no particular reason for it; it was just like those bosses who always brought their glamorous secretaries to social events. It was about appearances—just as women never left home without their favorite bag. It was all about having someone you could proudly bring along.

So, sometimes, saying “a woman is like a handbag” wasn’t entirely wrong.

“Where are you?” Chu Lin asked as soon as his call was connected.

“I’m at work at the Porsche dealership. What about you?” Li Qian sounded pleased to hear from him so soon.

“Come out shopping with me. I need to buy a few sets of clothes,” Chu Lin said, stating his purpose directly.

“Sure! Will you come pick me up?” Li Qian agreed without hesitation.

“Is it easy for you to take time off at the dealership?” Chu Lin suddenly thought to ask.

“Not really,” Li Qian admitted. “But if I can’t get leave, I’ll just skip work. I don’t care about perfect attendance or a little pay deduction. Shopping with you is more important.”

It was clear she knew exactly where her priorities lay. Competing to be Chu Lin’s girlfriend meant focusing on what made him happy, centering everything on him. She had read about this online.

Hearing how obedient she was made Chu Lin feel very comfortable. That kind of emotional value was hard to come by. So, he immediately sent her two red envelopes of 5,200 each.

Attendance bonus? Pay deductions? He’d cover them.

After hanging up, Li Qian happily began writing out her leave request. She had barely written a few words when her phone pinged with two WeChat messages—both were Chu Lin’s red envelopes of 5,200.

Her heart swelled with delight. Her cousin had been right—Chu Lin really did like her. Otherwise, why would he send two red envelopes of 5,200 instead of just one for 10,000? It was about the sense of ceremony. Men only gave that kind of ceremony to women they liked—she’d read that online, too.

Buoyed by this, she decided to take not just one day, but two off. Chu Lin would spend the night at her place, and she could accompany him again the next day.

Soon, she finished her leave request and marched into her manager’s office. “Manager, I’d like to request two days off,” she said, handing over the note.

The manager frowned, “How many cars have you sold this month?”

Li Qian hesitantly raised two fingers, then corrected herself, “Three.”

The manager’s frown deepened. “It’s already the 24th, and you’ve only sold three? You’ll be at the bottom of the rankings again this month. You should learn from Zheng Yue—she’s diligent and dedicated…”

Li Qian had expected this. Her request for leave was hanging by a thread, so she immediately took out her phone and sent the manager a 1,000 yuan red envelope.

The manager was about to continue her lecture when her phone buzzed. She glanced at it in surprise.

Li Qian had just transferred her 1,000 yuan.

The manager was momentarily speechless, as if something were stuck in her throat.

Seeing the manager stunned, Li Qian sent another 1,000 yuan and pleaded coquettishly, “Please, manager, it’s really urgent!”

The manager said nothing more, picked up her pen, and signed the leave request. What else could she say? Either Li Qian genuinely had something urgent, or perhaps she simply didn’t care about money and was here for the experience. If she refused the leave, the girl might just throw a tantrum and quit on the spot.

Reason prevailed—certainly not the red envelopes, of course.

After signing, the manager quickly accepted the money.

Li Qian left the office in high spirits, feeling a newfound sense of satisfaction. In the past, she would never have dared do such a thing. Her monthly salary was meager; spending 2,000 yuan just to take a leave would have been foolish. She simply hadn’t had the confidence before.

But now, Chu Lin gave her that confidence. Sometimes, it was good to be a little willful.

She was beginning to understand what her cousin meant. She had no intention of quitting just because Chu Lin gave her money; her job filled her days, broadened her horizons, and enriched her life. A small act of rebellion didn’t mean she wanted to give up on herself.

Li Qian left the office happily, and in the main hall, she saw a woman dressed flamboyantly, talking on the phone: “Oh, Brother Li, you have such taste—this GT3 special edition suits you perfectly. Don’t worry, I’ll bring all the information over after work…”

Li Qian couldn’t help but sigh. No wonder she was the top salesperson—she was still hustling after hours to explain car details to clients. The woman was truly impressive; the GT3 was nearly five million, and she’d sold it within days of the dealership setting the task.

The commission for such a car was nothing like for an ordinary Porsche sedan. Selling one was like selling a dozen regular Porsches. No wonder she made tens of thousands a month.

As Zheng Yue hung up, she noticed Li Qian and greeted her with a bright smile. But as the top salesperson and sales manager, she couldn’t help but say, “Xiao Qian, your performance this month isn’t great—you’ve only sold three cars. If you’re in sales, you should aim to sell more and earn more.”

Before she could say more, her phone rang again. Seeing the number, she answered quickly, “Young Master Li, you have a friend interested in a Porsche? Of course, see you tonight…”

Li Qian headed to the women’s locker room to change clothes—now that she was on leave, performance didn’t matter.

Meanwhile, after hanging up, Chu Lin drove to pick up Li Qian. He first stopped by a florist and picked out a bouquet. Girls loved a sense of ceremony, and it was the small, thoughtful gestures that made them happiest.

He might have been a scoundrel in love, but he always tried to make his long-term girlfriends feel that he was sincere. In the past, with limited means, he’d only send a single flower. But now, he bought a bouquet of ninety-nine roses—a significant upgrade in his quality of life.

Naturally, some would say that ninety-nine roses weren’t as impressive as nine hundred and ninety-nine. But you had to understand: on ordinary days, outside of parties, a bouquet should be something a girl could carry around, drawing admiring glances and maximizing her emotional satisfaction. Nine hundred and ninety-nine roses were simply too heavy—best saved for birthdays or parties, when all her friends were present, for a truly overwhelming emotional impact.

Chu Lin soon arrived outside the Porsche dealership and called Li Qian. She came out joyfully.

Upon seeing her, Chu Lin’s eyes lit up. She looked stunning—her white cropped shirt and black mini skirt exuded the vibrant aura of a modern city beauty. With those assets and that face, she was certainly someone to show off.

But why did she have to look so alluring?

Chu Lin smiled, took the bouquet of ninety-nine roses from the car, and handed it to Li Qian. “These are for you. You’re as beautiful as these flowers.”

This scene caught the attention of the other saleswomen inside.

“Li Qian’s leaving early? She’s only sold three cars this month!”

“That guy looks like a former customer—he’s really handsome!”

“Looks like Li Qian’s fallen head over heels.”

Zheng Yue saw it too and shook her head. “Xiao Qian is still young. What good is a handsome face? Most rich second-generation kids rely on their parents—many of them use their parents’ credit cards. When it comes to actually giving something, they have nothing to offer. She won’t get much out of him.”

The others nodded knowingly. Working at a luxury car dealership, they understood these things well.

But as Li Qian took the bouquet, her eyes sparkled with emotion. She became even more convinced that Chu Lin truly liked her; why else would he keep giving her these gestures of affection? None of her friends’ boyfriends were so attentive.

“Let’s go, get in the car!” Chu Lin said with a smile.

Li Qian nodded and got into the passenger seat. As Chu Lin drove, she couldn’t resist taking selfies, making sure the bouquet was front and center. She posted on her social media: “A man who gives you a sense of ceremony must really like you, right?”

After posting, she sneaked a glance at Chu Lin.

Just then, Chu Lin’s phone rang. He glanced at the screen—it was his uncle.

He answered quickly.

“Xiao Lin, tomorrow is the day we start work on the ancestral house—at 10:30 in the morning. Make sure you come back early,” his uncle’s voice reminded him.

“Alright, Uncle, I’ll be there on time,” Chu Lin replied, not forgetting the occasion. His hometown was in Chuzhuang Village, about an hour and a half from the city. He’d have plenty of time to get there in the morning.

Back in Chuzhuang Village, his uncle, Chu Song, smiled and said, “Good. I’ll have your aunt cook something delicious for you tomorrow.”

“I’ll eat a lot, then!” Chu Lin replied promptly.

“Your older sister and little sister won’t be back, so it’s all yours,” Chu Song said, chatting with Chu Lin for a bit before hanging up. Turning to his wife, he said, “Go and slaughter that big goose later. Tomorrow, Xiao Lin is coming home—we’ll stew it for him. Besides, once the ancestral house is torn down, we won’t have anywhere to keep it.”

Liu Fang nodded and glanced at the rundown ancestral house. “It’s finally going to be rebuilt. I just worry about Xiao Lin and hope he doesn’t feel too much pressure over all this.”

Chu Song clenched his jaw. “If it comes to it, I’ll borrow more to help him out. No matter what, we need to fix the ancestral house. Just listen to the kind of gossip going around the village these days—it’s unbearable.”

Liu Fang nodded. The village gossip had been getting on her nerves. True, the ancestral house was old and part of it had collapsed, but wasn’t that normal? Yet people were spreading rumors, saying the ancestors’ spirits were so troubled that they’d banged their heads and made smoke rise. Some even said that having two daughters and no son was a curse brought on by their house, and that its collapse was a sign of ill fortune.

Such words were infuriating.

But her bigger worry was for Chu Lin—after all, he hadn’t had an easy life either.