I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 568 - 566: This is Mr. Zhu’s Motorcade

"A Rolls-Royce, that’s got to be at least four or five million, right?"

"Brother, Rolls-Royces have different grades, too. This is a Rolls-Royce Phantom. Subtracting various taxes, once it gets to our country, it probably costs no less than twenty million."

"A blue Rolls-Royce Phantom, could this be that one Coupe?" No matter which corner of the world you’re in, there will never be a shortage of people known as car experts.

"Dude, do you recognize this car?" A young man eagerly handed over a cigarette.

"Hahaha, I’ve seen it online. There’s supposed to be only one of these cars in the whole world, priced at 170 million. I believe it belongs to Mr. Rowan Atkinson, but I’m not sure if this car is real because Rowan was seen driving around not too long ago."

"Fuck, there’s more than one!"

No sooner had the blue Rolls-Royce Phantom arrived than another five white Phantoms followed, each adorned with hearts made of roses, epitomizing the word ’luxury’ to the extreme.

"If this procession came to marry me, I’d be willing to drop dead on the spot!" The girls at the scene all wore lovestruck expressions.

"I haven’t heard of any girls from our community getting married recently!" Wang Lijuan enviously watched the procession, then thought of her own disappointing daughter.

Marrying off like this is a skill in itself! Even if these cars were rented, that still shows they have the means. According to current luxury car rental market rates, renting a car isn’t that expensive, but the deposit sure is. For a car like a Rolls-Royce, you’re talking about a security deposit of at least several hundreds of thousands, right?

The deposits for these cars probably total over a million. Isn’t that way better than that lame son-in-law of mine?

"Auntie! Come quick, you have to see this!" called out a nephew of Wang Lijuan at the entrance of the community.

"What is it? Can’t you see I’m busy?" Wang Lijuan walked out curiously, but in that instant, she was dumbfounded.

The six Rolls-Royces were not the whole of the procession. In the central lane of their community, two neat rows of Rolls-Royces were parked!

Ten cars? Twenty cars? There were way more! And the parking space in the community was simply not enough for so many vehicles; some had already spilled onto the road outside!

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Drivers in the community who had planned to go out simply left their cars where they were!

Joking aside, with so many luxury cars parked here, a small scratch or dent could bankrupt them. Who would dare to drive carelessly?

"99 cars! A total of 99 cars!"

"Holy shit! A wedding procession of 99 Rolls-Royces? Even a member of the European Royal Family wouldn’t have such a grand lineup at their wedding, would they?"

"Don’t we only have one Rolls-Royce in Dongji City?"

"That’s not even the point. Even if all the luxury car rental companies in Dongji City combined their inventories, they couldn’t rent out 99 Rolls-Royces! Besides, those Phantoms at the front, you can’t just rent them with money. Who the hell is getting married?"

As Wang Lijuan watched the mighty procession, her jaw practically dropped. As a middle-aged woman who was always hopping around the neighborhood gossiping, she had her finger on the pulse of every family in the community. Which girl in this community could boast having such a lineup to fetch her for marriage?

With such a display of these cars, the bride must have saved the planet in her past life!

Seeing the procession, Wang Lijuan’s temper flared up more and more. Her limp son-in-law’s wedding entourage combined didn’t compare to even one wheel of these cars!

If the marriages were on different days, it would have been bearable, but now, facing this together, the immense gap was blatantly apparent; it was like a social death scene on a grand scale! Who could withstand this?

At this time, Zhu Xiaoyu had no mood to care about the procession. Fifty thousand, where could he possibly gather that amount now?

His mother-in-law would definitely not mention the number just casually. Since she had stated that figure, it meant she really wanted it.

And now, with such a striking contrast next door, it was not about lowering standards anymore—if they didn’t raise the price that would be a surprise!

"Mom, I’ll figure out the money later. Let me go up and pick up Weiwei. So many people are watching, it’s embarrassing," Zhu Xiaoyu pleaded.

"You still know what embarrassment is?" Wang Lijuan sneered. "My daughter must have been blind to fancy a good-for-nothing like you. I just said—fifty thousand, not a penny less, or you won’t be taking Weiwei from here! It’s already shameful enough; we’re not afraid of losing more face!"

"But..."

"Click!" At this moment, the door of the Rolls-Royce Phantom Coupe opened, and a middle-aged man dressed in a suit, who exuded the air of someone in a high position, walked towards them.

"Could it be that Bridal Escort is actually living in the same building as us?" At this moment, Wang Lijuan almost wished she could bury her head in the ground.

Seeing the middle-aged man approaching, everyone couldn’t help but make way for him.

But they were puzzled. Wasn’t the motorcade here to pick up the bride? Why was there only one person stepping out? And this person didn’t seem to be the groom; which groom wears gloves? He seemed more like a driver?

The middle-aged man didn’t go upstairs but stopped alongside Zhu Xiaoyu’s motorcade and then knocked on the window of the lead car.

"May I ask which one of you is Mr. Zhu Xiaoyu?"

"It’s... it’s me." Zhu Xiaoyu said nervously, not recognizing the middle-aged man in front of him, and if things hadn’t gone wrong, he should have no connection with people who drove Rolls-Royces in his life.

"Mr. Zhu, your motorcade has arrived. When can the bride come down?"

"Ah?" Not only Zhu Xiaoyu but everyone at the scene was stunned.

This middle-aged man said this is Zhu Xiaoyu’s motorcade?

"I’m sorry, but could you have made a mistake? This... this here is my motorcade." Zhu Xiaoyu said, embarrassed, "You might have the wrong person; perhaps I am not the Mr. Zhu you’re looking for."

"May I ask if your name is Zhu Xiaoyu?" the middle-aged man asked again for confirmation.

"Yes, my name is Zhu Xiaoyu."

"Then there’s no mistake."

"Are you sure the Zhu Xiaoyu you’re looking for is him?" Even Zhu Xiaoyu’s former comrades were dumbfounded. Could it be a case of shared names? But the likelihood of that was incredibly small, almost as likely as Mars colliding with Earth.

"Weren’t you schooled at Kindergarten No. 38, then went on to First Primary School, First Middle School, and for high school, you attended Dongji Central High School?"

"How did you know?"

"That’s right, it’s indeed you!" the middle-aged man said, "Mr. Zhu, today we are responsible for picking up your bride; this motorcade has been prepared for you!"

"Whoosh!"

After repeated confirmations, the people at the scene finally believed that this motorcade was truly Zhu Xiaoyu’s!

But how could he, a disabled veteran with a monthly take-home pay of three to four thousand, afford such a motorcade?

Nearly a hundred Rolls-Royces, even if they were all rented, would require a deposit of tens of millions. Could someone who couldn’t even produce a down payment of fifty thousand afford it?

Ye Wei’s mother, Wang Lijuan, stood thunderstruck.

She thought the untouchably luxurious motorcade, incredibly, had been arranged by her disabled son-in-law? How was that possible?

Could it be that Zhu Xiaoyu had made some friends over these few years?

But that was impossible. How many rich people could there be at their workplace?

If indeed he had come into contact with wealthy people over the years, there wouldn’t be just a few; every drug lord he had caught was worth at least ten million!

But those people were either in prison or harbored a deep hatred for him, wanting him dead. Were they insane to spend money on such a luxurious motorcade for him?