Even more regional distributors lined up, hoping to get a piece of the action.
Anyone who had hesitated before?
Now they were scrambling to become agents for Audi Motors.
Even top-tier auto distributors who had ignored Haifeng were fighting to get in.
"I thought it was a gimmick. Turns out it's gold."
"Who wouldn't want to ride this cash wave?"
Back at the Huizhou branch, Lu Wenlin was still buzzing.
Sure, he had a few regrets—if he had more capital, he would've applied to open two stores instead of one.
But as one of the first to leap, his rewards were already far more significant than those who came later.
"Early mover gets the meat. Latecomer drinks the soup."
He smiled, already doing mental math on his future income.
But if Lu Wenlin was doing well, Liu Zihau was flying.
As the country's largest distributor, he secured exclusive agency rights for 20 Audi 4S stores.
And the investment?
He'd convinced his dad to invest ¥1.5 billion (≈ $206 million) into Audi showrooms.
In just two hours, Wenlin's fourth-tier city store had gotten 50+ orders.
By that estimate, Liu's network had racked up at least 1,000 orders across 20 stores.
And he was ready for more.
Liu was stationed at China Star's Piao City flagship store when the sales reports came in.
He jumped up from his seat, fist-pumped the air, and shouted:
"YES! I knew it!"
"My vision is perfect!"
"Is anyone sharper than me? I doubt it!"
"Money's coming in—how should I spend it first?"
He then called his father, eager to flex.
"Hey Dad, guess how many cars our stores sold today?"
His dad was stunned. Then came the classic parental response:
"You brat. Getting excited after one day?
Business isn't a lottery—it's a long game."
Zihau sighed.
"Ugh. Plot twist fail. That wasn't how the scene was supposed to go."
But he didn't give up.
"Okay, okay, big man. Since you know everything, guess how many orders we got."
"Hmm… twenty stores? Maybe… 500?" his dad guessed.
"Psh. Only 500? You underestimate your son."
"Try again."
After a pause, his dad said, "Okay… 800?"
"Eight hundred? You're joking, right? That's pocket change.
We broke 1,600 units, and by the end of the day, I expect 5,000 total."
On the other end of the call, his dad nearly dropped the phone.
"How many?!"
"One thousand six hundred."
"Impossible. That's… there's no way…"
He muttered "impossible" under his breath like a mantra, trying to convince himself it was a dream.