What kind of joke is this? Porsches are sold for hundreds of thousands each.
The average price isn't less than a million.
That traditional car factory produces cars, and if any of them are sold for over a hundred thousand, no one even glances at them.
And yet, they're claiming to surpass Porsche with this level of quality?
No sane boss would dare boast like that.
If he dares to say something like this, there's really nothing more to talk about—just sell off the stocks and be done with it.
After years of preparation, it's hard to say there's no anticipation, right?
In the afternoon, Chen Pingsheng even took the three little ones on vacation out to shop.
That troublemaker Er Piya, who's been chaotic since birth, is somehow about to enter fourth grade.
Though she's only eight, she walks like she doesn't recognize anyone—
hands stuffed in her pockets, her plump chicken-like backside slightly sticking out, with two small braids bouncing on her head.
