It was no wonder Liu Zihao's father was so shocked.
The numbers were absurd.
1,600 cars sold in two hours across just 20 dealerships?
That wasn't just impressive—it was record-breaking.
Even if each store sold 80 units, that was unheard of.
"Only auto expos see that kind of foot traffic," he thought.
"One sale every two minutes? Unreal."
And yet… he knew his son.
Zihao could be obnoxious, but he wasn't a liar.
He wouldn't have called to brag if it weren't true.
"Still," he muttered, "this kind of result is hard to digest."
Liu Zihao, on the other hand, was thriving.
"Dad, surprised? Shocked?"
"You didn't expect this, huh? But hey, it's only 1,600 orders. No big deal!"
"Just a light warm-up for your son!"
His smug voice carried through the line like a victory anthem.
"This means to surpass the master, old man."
"The waves behind push the ones ahead onto the beach—haha!"
His father finally snapped back:
"You brat! You think this is all because of you?"
"Do you even know how much you weigh?
This success belongs to Audi Motors, not you."
"If you were selling anything else, you'd be lucky to move ten units."
Zihao pouted.
"Come on, I was the one who pushed to open 20 stores.
You wanted to test the waters with one."
"If it weren't for me, you'd be stuck in regret right now."
The old man didn't deny it, but wouldn't admit it either.
Instead, he cleared his throat and changed the subject:
"Ahem. I was testing you at the start."
"You do know who Audi's parent company is, right?
Their tech is strong—it was bound to succeed."
"And don't forget to thank President Lu.
You wouldn't even be gloating right now without him."
Then, in a surprise move, he added:
"I'll transfer ¥5 million (≈ $687,950) to your account.
Buy a decent gift and go thank him properly."
Of course, that wasn't just courtesy—it was strategy.
He knew if his son could stay close to Haifeng,
The future was guaranteed.
China Star wasn't just a startup anymore.
It was becoming a technological empire.
"Stick close to that rocket and let it carry you upward."
Zihao grinned.
"Wow, Dad! You've never been this generous before."
"Don't worry—Brother Feng's my guy.
I was gonna thank him anyway."
"Alright, I'm heading off to call him now. Gotta share the good news!"
After hanging up, Liu Zihao immediately dialed Haifeng.
The moment the call connected—
"Brother Feng! Guess how many cars we've sold today?"
Haifeng replied calmly:
"Should be around 1,500 to 1,600."
Zihao's jaw dropped.
"Yo, are you psychic?!"
But Haifeng had already seen the sales reports from his company stores.
Most of them had sold 50 to 100 units each.
With 20 dealerships under Zihao, the 70 80 average per store increased quickly.
Haifeng chuckled internally.
He called too late—I already knew.
But Zihao was too busy riding high.
"Brother Feng, customers are placing orders like they're buying vegetables!"
"No hesitation. No bargaining. Just straight-up paying in full!"
"I've never seen anything like it. Every customer feels like a tycoon."
Haifeng cut in with a smirk:
"You talk like you're not one."
"You're a second-gen billionaire who still haggles over a few thousand bucks."
Zihao fired back immediately:
"Haggling is a mindset, Brother Feng!
It's not about the money—it's the principle!"
"Rich or not, if you don't haggle, you're just letting them scam you!"