From the Start, I Have an Eight-Ring Maybach, and I'm Skilled at Every Trade

[Urban Fantasy] [Ride-Hailing Driver] [Multiple Heroines] [System] [Master of Every Trade] [Lighthearted Power Fantasy] [No Idiot Plot]

Fired by a major corporation, dumped by his girlfriend, and blacklisted in every background check.

Twenty-four-year-old Yu Bai stared at his 2.8-million-yuan mortgage and fell into deep thought.

The good news: he no longer had to pay the 388,000-yuan bride price he'd set aside for his wedding.

The bad news: he no longer had a wife, either.

No matter.

As long as he still had money, that was enough.

So the next day, Yu Bai forked over 288,000 yuan and bought an eighth-hand Maybach S450 outright.

The first six owners had run it into the ground. The seventh had driven himself straight to his grave.

One set of rings on the front, another on the side.

One ring inside the car, four outside.

It was nothing less than an eighth-hand Olympic Rings Maybach.

Even the used-car dealer was dumbfounded.

"Brother, this car's got a deathly unlucky vibe. Just looking at it could give you a three-day fever. Are you really buying it?"

Yu Bai looked at the Maybach that cost 288,000 yuan, then at his 2.8-million-yuan mortgage.

Suddenly, the car seemed rather handsome.

What was there to fear about ghosts?

Poverty was the real ghost.

Until one day, someone thanked him from the bottom of their heart.

[Congratulations, Host. You have gained twenty-six years of experience as a used-car dealer.]

Yu Bai fell silent.

He looked at the eighth-hand Maybach again.

The accident, the price, the condition, the profit...

Suddenly, it all became crystal clear.

He slowly lit a cigarette.

All right, all right, all right.

He'd only wanted to drive for Didi to pay off his mortgage.

But the System just had to make him a master of every trade, didn't it?