Chen Xiaobei even pulled out his bank card, ready to enjoy the envious and jealous glances around him.
But instead, he was met with cold stares as if everyone was looking at a fool.
The most hateful was the salesperson.
Not only was he impolite, but he even sneered coldly: "You little nobody! Are you a joker sent by monkeys? This car costs 4.98 million yuan! Not 498 yuan! Get the hell out of here and stop pretending to be rich!"
"Slap!"
Before Chen Xiaobei could speak, Jin Fei stepped forward and slapped the salesperson hard across the face.
Jin Fei was a master at the late stage of the Solid Realm, with a combat power of 1000!
This slap sent the salesperson flying, crashing heavily four or five meters away. His cheek swelled up like a steamed bun, and with a "wow," he spat out blood mixed with teeth.
"He's hitting someone! He's hitting someone..."
"Shut up! Do you want to die? That skinny man has incredible strength—he's definitely a master!"
"Oh my god! With such a master protecting him, who on earth is that young guy wanting to buy a car?"
"Who knows who he is? Anyway, he's not someone us ordinary people can afford to offend!"
A commotion erupted around them. Everyone was filled with fear of Jin Fei, while also speculating about Chen Xiaobei's identity.
"What's going on? What's happening?"
At this moment, a serious-looking middle-aged man ran over.
"Manager Wu! He... they hit me..." The salesperson Covering face,wailing.
"Rubbish! My master came here to spend money—it's an honor for you! You were spewing filth with your mouth—who else should we hit if not you?" Jin Fei growled.
In an instant, the cold aura on his body enveloped the area, like a venomous snake, making everyone around shudder with fear.
Manager Wu wasn't stupid. He could tell at a glance that Jin Fei wasn't an ordinary person.
And Jin Fei called Chen Xiaobei "master"!
This handsome young man, despite his plain clothes, was definitely an awe-inspiring big shot.
"Young master, our salesperson offended you. I'll discipline him strictly in the future. I hope you won't be angry," Manager Wu bowed and groveled to Chen Xiaobei.
"Cut the crap. Swipe the card!"
Chen Xiaobei impatiently handed over his bank card, his wealthy aura shining around him.
Those who had given him cold stares earlier were all dazzled by this display!
"Oh my god! A 4.98 million yuan car, swiped without hesitation!"
"This young man is truly a great noble!"
"Rich guy! Can I be your friend?"
"..."
The crowd around was completely frightened.
The salesperson from earlier even crawled behind the counter, fearing Chen Xiaobei would settle the score later.
"May I ask your surname, young master?" Manager Wu asked tremblingly.
"Chen."
"Alright, Young Master Chen, please wait a moment. I'll be right back."
Manager Wu trotted off, fetched a wireless POS machine, inserted the bank card, and asked Chen Xiaobei to enter the password.
As soon as the payment was deducted, Manager Wu's face lit up with a smile: "Thank you for your patronage, Young Master Chen! If you have any other requests, just say the word! I'll make sure everything is handled perfectly for you!"
"Also swipe a sedan for me—the top configuration of this brand. Then take me to choose a sports car," Chen Xiaobei said in a calm tone, his arrogance reaching new heights.
"Uh..."
Manager Wu tensed up and respectfully said: "Our top configuration sedan model, designed by a top designer, costs 5.98 million yuan..."
"Swipe the card!"
Chen Xiaobei only gave him two words, too lazy to listen to his rambling.
It was these two understated words that dealt a ton of critical damage to everyone around!
Comparing people really makes one angry!
Compared to a tycoon like Chen Xiaobei, everyone felt utterly ashamed.
After entering the password again and deducting 5.98 million yuan from his balance, Chen Xiaobei didn't even blink an eye. He calmly thought: "The off-road vehicle is for picking up my parents, the sedan is for my parents to use in the city, and the sports car is for me. Perfect."
"I wonder what kind of sports car Young Master Chen wants?" Manager Wu said humbly, bending his waist as he spoke.
Chen Xiaobei shrugged: "To be honest, I don't know much about cars. Just pick the most expensive one."
"Uh... this way, please..." Manager Wu broke into a sweat. He felt like he and Chen Xiaobei weren't from the same world.
"Jin Fei! Stop staring at the car models. Let's go!" Chen Xiaobei called out, and Jin Fei quickly trotted after him.
"Young Master Chen, look at that car ahead—the Bugatti Veyron! Only three are limited nationwide, and this is the only one in Qingteng City!"
Manager Wu pointed to a high-light exhibition platform ahead.
On the platform was a phantom black sports car, with perfect lines, a powerful design, and a deep, mysterious color, like a night ghost exuding unique dominance.
Chen Xiaobei took one look and was hooked: "That's the one! Swipe the card!"
"Right away! I'll handle it!"
Manager Wu smiled from ear to ear and trotted to the counter. But before he could speak, he was pushed aside by someone.
"Why are you pushing people?"
Manager Wu was angry and glared at the young man who pushed him.
But the next second, two burly bodyguards in black suits and sunglasses walked out from behind the young man, almost scaring Manager Wu to death.
"Pushing you? You blocked my way, Wen Feng. I'm being nice for not kicking you!" The young man said coldly.
"Wen? Wen Feng?" Manager Wu trembled all over, panicking: "You're the heir of the Wen family, Young Master Feng?"
"Hehe, besides me, which rich second-generation in Qingteng City can afford this Bugatti Veyron?" Wen Feng raised his chin, putting on an arrogant act.
"But... Young Master Chen also wants to buy it..." Manager Wu was in a dilemma and turned to look at Chen Xiaobei.
"Young Master Chen?" Wen Feng looked in that direction, and his expression instantly became a kaleidoscope of emotions
"You're not mistaken. I'm Young Master Chen." Chen Xiaobei walked over, a playful smile curving his lips.
"You? Young Master Chen? Stop pretending to be rich!"
Wen Feng directly cursed: "A stinking farmer dares to shamelessly pretend to be a young master? How shameless can you be!"
"What did you say! Say that again if you dare!" Jin Fei was eager to protect his master and was ready to attack at the slightest provocation.
"Xiao Jin, calm down."
Chen Xiaobei stopped him and asked with a smile: "Young Master Feng wants to buy this car?"
"Rubbish! Did you think I'd let you buy it?" Wen Feng scoffed.
"Hehe, I originally had my eye on this car, but since Young Master Feng wants it, I'll let you have it." Chen Xiaobei shrugged.
"Hmph! Do I need you to let me have it? This car costs 38 million yuan! Can a poor loser like you afford it?" Wen Feng looked arrogant, his eyes filled with disdain.
"Hehe." Chen Xiaobei smiled without saying a word and took the initiative to step back.
"Master! Why didn't you let me slap that bastard?" Jin Fei was furious.
"There are many ways to deal with someone. Come here, I'll teach you..." Chen Xiaobei hooked his finger, a mischievous smile spreading across his face.