Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 866 - 113: The First Car Bought by Boss Mu

These days, buying a car isn’t really about money—it’s about the hassle of maintenance.

Cars in this era are honestly pretty advanced compared to the alternate timeline Wang Yunxiao recently visited, where you couldn’t even see a single vehicle on the streets.

Still, they aren’t advanced enough. To be blunt, unless you’re ridiculously wealthy, even officials would rather avoid sitting in a car—it’s just too troublesome to repair and maintain.

Anyone skilled enough to fix these vehicles would undoubtedly earn more doing literally anything else.

When a car breaks down in the middle of the road, the driver has to get out, grab a big metal crank, and manually turn it, like it’s some kind of tractor. Who knows how much time that wastes?

Mu Yuming also avoided cars in the past, thinking they were too much trouble. Even though his house was pretty far from work, he treated the commute as exercise and walked.

But since the leadership from the Four Seas Commerce Guild headquarters was coming to inspect his work, he had to arrange for a car as a transportation tool.

Whether they use it or not isn’t the point; what matters is that it exists. It’s a matter of face.

Not to mention the imported cars in Tianmen City, which were all transported via sea by the Four Seas Commerce Guild. If the people selling cars refuse to sit in them, then what are they even selling?

Li Mumu secretly longed for a car of her own but realized she didn’t actually need one. She was such a homebody she rarely left her house, and when she did, she’d occasionally skip dimensions straight away.

It was far less troublesome to borrow a car from Shen Qingxi.

Now that borrowing her own household’s car was possible, once Boss Mu finished entertaining the leadership, Mumu could do whatever she wanted with the car, couldn’t she?

So Li Mumu became quite invested in the matter, instructing Jiang Yinyin to bring Wang Yunxiao along to the dealership to pick up the car.

This was simply because he could drive—and drove steadily too.

It had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that Wang Yunxiao acted like he was dead during the holidays, disappearing without a trace, likely out there having a blast with his "good sisters."

Wang Yunxiao had no idea how happy his "good sisters" were.

But his "good daughters" were certainly elated.

After a semester of adjustment, the four girls from the Literary Club had transformed from a collective of introverted, socially anxious individuals into cheerful chatterboxes, constantly chasing each other around like a pack of tomboys.

Credit where credit is due—Wang Ying played a role in this metamorphosis.

To them, Wang Ying was a runaway monk from Shaolin Temple—a crude brute with no distinction between front and back, a tomboy who embodied violence, a morally bankrupt "Great Demon King."

No matter the time, a shared enemy always helps foster revolutionary friendships.

When Wang Ying went after them, she showed no mercy—cornering them in classrooms, dorms, or even bathrooms for a beating. Any trace of literary refinement was beaten away, depressive thoughts were knocked out, and even menstrual cycles were thrown off balance.

Indeed, the "personality correction punch" of Buddhism truly does heal and save.

That said, it wasn’t without flaws. The four girls became increasingly tough and increasingly defiant.

Especially Song Lili, who had the audacity to secretly throw snowballs at Wang Ying after being "disciplined."

By the time the group reached the dealership, they were all panting, hot steam visibly wafting off them.

Tianmen City had only one car dealership—Fuyou Dealership; all others were branch stores.

They mainly sold bicycles and rickshaws, all imported foreign brands. If a regular person wanted to buy a car, they’d need to first register and pay a deposit, then wait for overseas production and transport afterward.

Even Mu Yuming had to register to buy a car, but since Boss Mu claimed it was for welcoming the headquarters leadership, exceptions could be made—skip the paperwork and fetch a car directly.

After all, Fuyou Dealership itself was a Four Seas Commerce Guild investment.

Old Tianmen People only vaguely recognized the name "Four Seas Commerce Guild" but weren’t particularly familiar with it. It seemed like every imported good was handled by the guild, yet no one knew what kind of business they actually operated.

Turns out, these were all petty transactions. Wang Yunxiao couldn’t even recall who had casually mentioned it to him before, but apparently, Xingguo Bank—the organization responsible for issuing legal colorful banknotes—had the guild as its biggest shareholder.

When you’re directly printing money, does it even matter what other business you do?

The dealership owner had already received a call from Boss Mu. Leading Wang Yunxiao into the garage, he pulled back a waterproof sheet, revealing a brand-new black sedan underneath.

It was indeed a sedan. Judging by its appearance, it resembled the cars Chen Naide sat in during the spy dramas Wang Yunxiao watched before his dimension jump.

The cars running on the streets before? Those could only be described as four wheels supporting an engine slapped under a shell and some seats. Primitive at best. But wealthy people still flocked to them.

This one, with its more stylish design, was downright avant-garde for the era. Wang Yunxiao had seen such cars only at Shen Family’s charity auctions.

One even managed to hit him.

"Here are the pickup slip, registration paperwork, and maintenance manual,"

The dealership owner handed over several thick piles of documents to Wang Yunxiao, subtly slipping him a pack of imported cigarettes as well.

"Boss, what’s this..." Wang Yunxiao started.

"Hey, we’ll be doing business together regularly; no need to stand on ceremony," the owner replied.

He wasn’t wrong. Buying the car was easy—just make a call; you didn’t even have to pay immediately. However, dealing with Fuyou Dealership afterward was inevitable.

Forget concerns about mileage-related maintenance—the car didn’t even have an odometer. Getting through just one month on the road without frequent breakdowns would be a blessing from the heavens.

If you thought it was expensive and troublesome, don’t buy one. Wealthy folks specifically sought out the fragile appeal of such luxury goods.

Zhou Qing and her three companions circled the car, exclaiming non-stop, "Wow! This is so beautiful!" "What’s this button for?"

The four behaved like country bumpkins who had never seen the world. Their noisy chatter quickly annoyed nearby customers.

While Wang Yunxiao was busy signing the paperwork, a shop assistant hurried over and quietly said, "Boss, could you check on the other customers? They’re arguing over there."

The owner promptly got up. "Apologies, I’ll be right back."

Wang Yunxiao waved dismissively. "It’s fine, go ahead."

Before his words finished, a loud bang echoed.

Wang Yunxiao turned toward the sound and saw a young man in a suit standing in front of his freshly picked-up car, kicking the front bumper hard enough to dent the metal.

"You’ve got to be kidding me... I just came to pick up a car. Who’s this spoiled brat?"

Wang Yunxiao thought to himself, Damn it, haven’t I dealt with enough villain-gift-wrapped dramatic encounters already?

Are you seriously this bored?

Just as he was about to stand up, the young man strode toward Song Lili, stared at her for a moment, and then spoke in a deep voice, "You don’t remember me at all?"

Song Lili: "???"

Wang Yunxiao: "???"