The next day, in the morning.
Since there wasn't much to do today, Lu Li decided to find something to occupy his time.
He drove all the way back to the countryside and parked the Cullinan at the doorstep of his home.
Coincidentally, the neighbor, Aunt Zhang, had just walked out of her house. Seeing Lu Li, she exclaimed, "Xiaoli, you've got a new car again?"
"Aunt Zhang." Lu Li greeted her with a smile, saying, "The last car was hard to drive, so I got a new one."
Aunt Zhang stared at the Cullinan, "How much did you say the last car was? Three or four hundred thousand?"
Lu Li opened the trunk to take out the things he had brought back from Ugly Country and replied absentmindedly, "Yes."
Aunt Zhang guessed, "That small car was three or four hundred thousand, so this big one must be seven or eight hundred thousand, right?"
Lu Li almost stumbled; her way of assessing a car's value was based on its size?
He mumbled, "More or less, about a million."
