After a moment of silence, Vanessa raised her head and said softly:
"Thank you!"
She'd clearly seen Ethan's seemingly casual glance and heard the store manager Marcus's assurance just now.
This super large order that fell from the sky, with a commission of hundreds of thousands of dollars, was a lifesaver for her—a newcomer who'd just entered the industry.
If it hadn't been for Ethan's glance just now, according to the "unwritten rules" in the dealership, this performance would've been "coordinated" by the store manager, and she wouldn't even have anywhere to complain.
Ethan's face remained calm as he waved his hand casually:
"It's nothing."
He didn't dwell on the topic, but asked the question he was curious about:
"How'd you end up doing sales?"
"In the end, it's all about making money!"
Vanessa said frankly:
"I don't have much education. Never went to college, and I don't have any special skills. After thinking about it... Maybe... just..."
She subconsciously touched her smooth face, then felt the gesture was too obvious and quickly put her hand down, adding with a little embarrassment:
"Uh... Anyway, the barrier to entry for sales is relatively low, and it's all about performance. I figured as long as I worked hard, I could always earn enough to support myself!"
Her subtext was crystal clear—her youthful, beautiful appearance was one of the few assets she had in the sales industry.
Ethan smiled knowingly, his eyes lingering on Vanessa's pretty face for a moment.
It seemed she was well aware of the advantages her appearance gave her and knew how to use them.
Without education or professional skills, but with outstanding looks and figure, it really was a shortcut in the field of luxury or high-end car sales.
This was probably the trajectory of her life in his previous timeline before she'd jumped into streaming, right?
Vanessa stuck out her tongue and said very frankly:
"It might be a small thing for you, but for me, this commission really solves a huge problem! Otherwise, I'd be stressing about next month's rent!"
Ethan raised his eyebrows with a hint of playfulness, his tone flat but meaningful:
"With your... assets, you could probably find a boyfriend with good financial resources. Why work so hard doing sales?"
Unexpectedly, Vanessa's reaction was quite strong:
"How could I do that! Isn't that basically..."
The word "sugar baby" rolled around on the tip of her tongue, but she was too embarrassed to actually say it.
This Vanessa was different from what he'd seen in the streaming world in his previous life! She had such a cute side.
Ethan smiled and said nothing.
Meanwhile, Vanessa was secretly watching Ethan from the side.
He was young, handsome, and mind-bogglingly rich. He acted decisively with a calmness that showed he was in total control, and what was even rarer was that he'd noticed and looked out for the "interests" of a small-time salesperson like her.
This was literally the perfect male lead that only appeared in novels!
"What did he mean by that just now? Could it be... Does he think of me that way?"
She was startled by her own bold and somewhat "absurd" idea, and quickly shook her head vigorously, trying to throw out those wishful thoughts.
Vanessa was frightened by such a ridiculous notion, then quickly shook her head again.
"Impossible, impossible! What's his status compared to mine... But... What if? If he really... Then I..."
The girl's mind was like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, running completely out of control. Various little scenarios had already begun playing out in her head:
"If he asked me to be his girlfriend, should I be reserved before agreeing? Or... would it be better to agree directly? Oh my god, this is so embarrassing..."
She felt her cheeks getting hotter and hotter.
Just when her thoughts were running wild.
Marcus walked in with the contract:
"Mr. Miller, sorry for the wait. The contract's ready. You just need to sign here, here... and here, and this LaFerrari will be waiting for you to welcome it home in six months. The final payment can be made after the vehicle arrives at port and completes customs clearance procedures."
He placed the contract and an elegant signature pen in front of Ethan.
Ethan picked up the pen and signed his name at the key positions on several documents, his movements smooth and confident.
After signing, he put down the pen and asked directly:
"How long until I can actually get the car?"
"Let me check that for you."
Marcus picked up the tablet and examined it carefully before saying:
"According to the latest system update, it'll take about 6 months to arrive at our port, and after completing customs clearance and PDI inspection, it can be delivered to our center."
"Six months..."
Ethan frowned slightly and repeated in a low voice.
Although he knew it wouldn't be quick, he didn't expect it to take half a year.
The charm of a top-tier sports car lay in the immediate thrill and passion of driving it. This delayed gratification really wasn't satisfying enough.
Forget it—might as well buy another model that's available right now!
Changing his mind, he turned his eyes to a parked car in the showroom and looked at Vanessa, who still seemed a little dazed:
"That red car in your showroom is a 458, right?"
Vanessa snapped out of her wild thoughts:
"Yes!"
Ethan didn't give her much time to process, making his decision directly:
"Alright, I'll take that one too. Prepare the contract."
His tone was so casual it was like buying a bottle of water.
"What!"
Vanessa was genuinely stunned this time. Her eyes widened and she couldn't speak for a moment.
Marcus was ecstatic inside but tried to maintain his professional demeanor, immediately responding:
"Absolutely, Mr. Miller! No problem! The vehicle in stock has all the paperwork complete. I'll prepare the 458 contract right away! Please wait!"
After saying that, he turned and left even faster than before, afraid Ethan might change his mind.
This was a same-day sale!
Everything moved incredibly fast.
For an in-stock vehicle, the process was extremely simple.
The contracts were templated, and swiping the card took even less time.
In less than five minutes, the card reader made its "beep beep beep" printing sound again—nearly $500,000 was withdrawn.
After Ethan finished signing, he turned to Vanessa, who still looked a little dizzy, with a teasing smile at the corner of his mouth:
"Two Ferraris in half a day, one of them a LaFerrari. With an achievement like that, taking half the day off to celebrate isn't too much, is it?"
Although Ethan was looking at Vanessa, his words were clearly meant for Marcus!
Marcus was sharp enough to immediately catch on. He turned around, his face full of smiles, and spoke before Vanessa could answer:
"Not too much at all! Definitely not! Mr. Miller, you're absolutely right! Such a huge accomplishment is definitely worth celebrating!"
He looked at Vanessa, his tone becoming particularly "considerate":
"Vanessa, take three days off! Get some good rest and recharge! Come back to work in three days!"
Ethan said to Vanessa:
"Perfect timing then. You free this afternoon? Want to hang out with me?"
The question was quite direct.
"What!"
Vanessa felt her head "buzz," and the chaotic thoughts and pink bubbles she'd just suppressed instantly surged up again, her cheeks flushing red.
She didn't expect Ethan to invite her so directly. Her brain went blank. She could only rely on instinct, nodding dizzily and responding softly:
"Okay."
....
Half an hour later.
The delivery area at the Ferrari dealership had been carefully arranged, with a brand new red carpet on the ground and a huge Prancing Horse logo on the backdrop.
The fiery red Ferrari 458 was already unwrapped with a huge red bow tied on the hood.
Spotlights shone on the mirror-smooth body, radiating a heart-pounding allure.
After a brief handover ceremony.
Vanessa handed the key and vehicle documentation to Ethan.
"Mr. Miller, congratulations again! Thank you for choosing Ferrari and welcome to the Ferrari family!"
After Ethan took the key, he pulled off the protective cover on the car.
The fiery red Ferrari 458 sat there quietly.
He pressed the unlock button and the taillights lit up.
He pulled open the door and settled into the heavily bolstered carbon fiber racing seat. The unique blend of top-quality leather and precision metal mechanics hit his senses.
Without hesitation, his right thumb pressed the conspicuous red start button on the steering wheel.
ROOOAAAAR!!
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