After Divorce, I Inherited the Game's Fortune

Hanjiang Road is home to many 4S shops, known as a famous automobile sales cter in Jiangchg.

In the past few years, the BYD 4S store was nearly bankrupt, but with the increasing popularity of electric vehicles in rect years and BYD's accumulated expertise in batteries and related technologies, the company has se an explosive growth. Last year, their total sales reached 3 million vehicles, a figure previously unimaginable.

Yang Hao, filled with excitemt, walked into the store and was immediately tak to the VIP lounge by the staff after explaining his purpose for the visit.

After all, this was a distinguished Wangyang U8 owner and could not be neglected.

After processing the relevant procedures and getting the licse plate from the vehicle managemt office, it was nearly four in the afternoon wh the whole process was finished.

Yang Hao sat in the driver's seat of the Wangyang U8, feeling contt.

Before his five hotpot restaurants closed down, Yang Hao had never bought a guine million-yuan luxury car. Ev in his most triumphant years, just to keep up appearances, he bought a second-hand Maserati Ghibli. The quality of that car was so-so; it was mainly about the emblem, which looked quite impressive wh driv out.

But now, this Wangyang U8 is a bona fide million-yuan luxury car with a color choice of Dragon Stone Gre that looks both grand and of high quality.

Driving on the road, the turnover rate may not be one hundred perct, but it was close, especially where almost every man's gaze was fixed, unable to move away. Anyone with a slight interest in cars knew that BYD had launched a million-yuan luxury car, so much so that many joked: in the past, those without money bought BYD, but now those without money can't buy BYD.

The price tag is .09 million, and it would cost over . million on the road!

If a few years ago, a domestic car dared to have such a price, it would have be ridiculed to oblivion.

Of course, ev now, there's no shortage of criticism.

No helping it; there are just too many spineless folks and Akita dogs a!

In their minds, anything from abroad is good, while domestic products are inferior!

If you buy a Japanese car, for heav's sake, you won't need to wash it for a year; the Akitas will lick it clean for you.

Four-thirty.

Yang Hao arrived at the gate of Belle Kindergart in his brand-new Wangyang U8.

At that time, the roadside was already lined with many parts' cars, although most were affordable family cars costing a one hundred thousand, with a few better ones such as Mercedes-Bz C and Audi A4L.

Since there was nowhere to park at the gate, Yang Hao had to park a bit further away.

"Yang, why ar't you wearing your uniform today? Didn't go to work?"

As Yang Hao walked to the trance of the kindergart, Mrs. Zhang Guilin, who was already familiar with him, immediately came over to chat.

"I switched jobs, so I'm not delivering food for the time being," Yang Hao responded casually. Mrs. Zhang Guilin was quite thusiastic but liked to grab hold of people for a chat, a common issue among many elderly people.

"Changed jobs? That's great news. Where are you working now?" Mrs. Zhang Guilin inquired.

"Kind of started my own business," Yang Hao replied noncommittally.

"Starting your own business, that's incredible!"

"Yang, let me introduce a girlfrid to you, my niece, very beautiful!"

Mrs. Zhang Guilin had mtioned a few times lately that she wanted to set Yang Hao up with someone, and previously, because Yang Hao was just a delivery guy, her thusiasm was not especially high. But now, hearing that Yang Hao was starting his own business, her eagerness soared.

"Mrs. Zhang, thank you," Yang Hao expressed.

"However, I'm not considering it at the momt," he said, shaking his head gtly.

"It's not like you two have to d up together; just meet and see how things go. It's good to have more frids. I'll sd your WeChat to her and you guys can chat casually..."

Mrs. Zhang Guilin seemed determined this time, and since she had talked to this extt, it was difficult for Yang Hao to refuse any longer. In any case, it wouldn't be a big deal— at most, his WeChat list would have one more "corpse."

And whether the other party would add him was still uncertain. After all, those Mrs. Zhang Guilin could introduce to him must be those older unmarried wom, colloquially known as "leftover wom."

Such wom were extremely discerning and picky, with some being rather prettious. Regarding things like adding to WeChat, they might not take the initiative to do so.

While the two were talking, the kindergart teacher had already begun leading the childr out from the classrooms.

"Daddy, daddy..."

Most of the parts who came to pick up their childr were mothers or grandparts, but standing at 8 cm, Yang Hao towered over the crowd, making him quite conspicuous.

Xixi caught sight of her dad in an instant and started calling out to him with bounces and jumps.

Yang Hao waved to his precious daughter in response.

Seeing her dad's gesture, the little girl immediately waved goodbye to her neighbor, "Bye, Mrs. Qiqi."

"Mm, bye, Xixi."

Jiang Yuqi also waved to Xixi, and th she gave a slight nod to Yang Hao in the crowd.

Yang Hao usually wore his Kangaroo delivery service uniform, which was hardly a fashion statemt, but today he was dressed in casual attire which gave him the air of a mature man. His tall and burly figure also conveyed a sse of security.

Thinking of Xixi's morning request to act as "mommy," Jiang Yuqi couldn't help but imagine herself standing beside Yang Hao, her height being 65 cm while he was clearly over 80 cm. This was the height differce she liked, and standing by his side would give her a feeling of being protected and cherished.

Externally, they were quite a good match, if only he wasn't just 'uncle' age!

Nowadays, many girls in their early twties like older m.

But the reality is, age alone doesn't make one a 'dashing uncle'!

Age is just a factor, one becomes an uncle wh they reach a certain age and have money; those who don't have money are just greasy old m!

In Jiang Yuqi's eyes, Yang Hao wasn't greasy, but he was just a good old man who was nice to his daughter.

Not a good match!

"Daddy, why didn't you ride the electric scooter today?"

By now, Xixi was in Yang Hao's arms, her little head resting on her father's shoulder, asking in a soft, tder voice.

"Daddy bought a new car, and I'll drive Xixi home."

Yang Hao said with a smile.

"Ah? A small car??"

Xixi was a bit surprised, her large eyes blinking. She remembered that the family used to have a car, but after her dad's hot pot restaurant closed down, the car was sold.

In kindergart, the childr occasionally talked about whether their families had cars. Xixi found herself unable to join in these conversations, and some annoying kids would say things like Xixi's family didn't have a car. Of course, these kids didn't really mean to mock; they just wanted to boast about having a car at home.

But the ssible Xixi never told her father about these things, knowing that he was already working hard to make money.

"Yeah, a small car."

Yang Hao nodded with a smile.

"Wow, we have a car in our family now!"

"Daddy, you're so awesome~!" Xixi cheered exuberantly.

Yang Hao affectionately tousled his beloved daughter's hair. Wh Xixi was happy, her old dad was ev happier.

It didn't take long for the father and daughter to reach the parked car by the roadside. Yang Hao pointed to the U8 gazed upon by two onlookers and told Xixi, "There, that's Xixi's car from now on."

"Oh!"

Xixi nodded in delightful surprise, th carefully examined the big fellow parked by the roadside and pouted, "Daddy is lying!"

"Huh?"

Yang Hao was a bit flustered, "How is daddy lying?"

Xixi placed one little hand on her hip and said earnestly, "This isn't a small car, it's a big car!"