The Strongest Face-Slapping King in the City-Chapter 514 Are you from the demolition team? (First update)

Chapter 514: Chapter 514 Are you from the demolition team? (First update)

The people around also reacted.

"Damn, this kid, can he really afford such an expensive bed?"

As a group of seasoned drivers in their thirties and forties, they still had an eye for judging people.

"Haha, well, I forgot to bring my money, so I won’t buy it today. Maybe another day," a middle-aged man said.

"Yeah, I just realized I don’t have enough balance on my card. I’ll wait until I get my paycheck!"

Immediately, the group began shaking their heads and wagging.

Damn, are they crazy? Buying such an expensive bed and taking it home, wouldn’t the tiger at home kick my butt!

The sales clerk was suddenly stunned in place.

Not buying?

How can that be? For items over ten thousand, if they make a sale, they get a two percent commission.

An eighty-nine thousand bed, if sold, would bring in almost one thousand eight hundred in income. For them, that was no small sum of money.

Immediately, she turned her head and stared at Ye Xuan with a sheepish smile, "So, are you guys still interested?"

Zhang Fan replied with a teasing smile, "You sell it to them. We’re not buying anymore."

Di Xiele quickly nodded, "Three beds, eighty-nine thousand each, go for it. Let’s look somewhere else."

"Three beds?"

The sales clerk stood there, her face pale with shock.

Three beds, if she made the sale, she could earn over five thousand in commission.

Most importantly, if she messed up this nearly three-hundred-thousand deal and the boss found out, she’d be in real trouble!

"Beauty, handsome guy, if you buy, our store can offer you a 9.5 percent discount," she offered.

Zhang Fan scoffed, "No thanks," and immediately pulled Ye Xuan towards the furniture store across the way.

Seeing Zhang Fan and his group leaving the store, the sales clerk’s face soured instantaneously.

"Hmph, what’s so great about them? A pretty boy, only knows how to use a woman’s money. Look at yourself, what are you even? The clothes on that girl are worth hundreds of thousands, you broke-ass! Thinking you can climb your way up by hanging onto a rich girl, and you’ll reach the sky?"

The intense sarcasm made Ye Xuan stop in her tracks, her eyes growing cold.

"Where’s your boss?" Ye Xuan said coldly to another person.

Seeing Ye Xuan’s haughty demeanor, the people around her began to buzz with anticipation. Were things about to get messy?

How could they not recognize the handmade clothes on Ye Xuan? Only a real tycoon could afford such attire. Money? Worthless. No connections? And you want to show off with pure handmade clothes?

Suddenly, the sales clerk who mocked Zhang Fan also changed her complexion.

"The boss isn’t here!" she quickly replied.

"Oh, is that so?" Ye Xuan walked to the counter, picked up a vase, and smashed it down on the headboard of the rosewood bed.

"Crack!"

The vase shattered, leaving deep scratches on the headboard.

"How about that?" Ye Xuan asked, her lips curling into a cold arc as she stared at the sales clerk.

"Hiss!"

The crowd around took in a sharp breath.

Damn, this girl’s lashing out too?

She looks so gentle and quiet, how can she be so violent!

Is this the rhythm of smashing up the store?

At the same time, several of the store’s clerks were dumbfounded.

The rosewood bed was smashed?

Keep in mind, these were part of a set, and they were handmade. With the headboard smashed like that, could it still be sold?

Impossible. The kind of person who could afford such a bed wouldn’t buy it, even at half price!

The staff in the store became frantic.

"I’ll call the boss, you guys get security," one clerk said, quickly pulling out her phone to make a call.

"Heh, isn’t this something we can call for?" Ye Xuan said with a cold laugh.

Hearing her voice, people inside and outside the store were speechless.

Who the hell were these three? Damn it, two of them had a go at Hao Shuai, one smashed up the store. They were practically a trio aiming for trouble.

At that moment, Zhang Fan could only shake his head helplessly. He reached out, caressed Ye Xuan’s hair, and said softly, "Why are you so angry?"

Then he turned to Di Xiele and said, "Smash everything in this store, the rent, the utility bills, all waived. Stay as long as you like."

"Really?"

Di Xiele’s eyes shimmered with cunning.

But the next moment, she sneered, "Come on, you’re not trying to trick me, are you? The stuff in this store is worth at least a million or two. If I smash all this and you run away, wouldn’t I be the one getting caught? I’m not that foolish."

Di Xiele pouted her lips high, her expression one of someone who had seen through Zhang Fan’s schemes.

Zhang Fan rolled his eyes, impressed by the big-chested girl’s savviness.

"You’ll regret it if you don’t," he warned.

Zhang Fan laughed, then suddenly lifted his leg and kicked a beautifully crafted wooden tea table.

"Crack!"

The tea table splintered instantaneously, the sound of it breaking startled everyone present.

Damn, that tea table cost a good ten to twenty thousand!

However, while they were still in shock, Zhang Fan walked towards another mahogany bed.

Lifted his leg!

Crack!

The mahogany bed shattered into pieces. Witnessing the splinters flying everywhere, everyone felt a pang of heartache.

My God, that kick was worth eighty or ninety thousand!

Seeing Zhang Fan wreaking havoc, Di Xiele was spurred into action.

"You said it, rent and utilities all free, plus I can stay as long as I want," she shouted, then also lifted her leg, stomping down on a bedside table.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

The sound of wood breaking echoed continuously.

Beds, tea tables, exquisite wooden ornaments, counters, even computers—anything that could be smashed was reduced to pieces under the feet of Zhang Fan and Di Xiele.

A group of people stared at Di Xiele with their eyes wide open.

What the hell, are you dumb? The monthly rent and utilities cost so little, and with one kick, you could’ve lived for a year! frёeweɓηovel_coɱ

Looking at the mess of wooden splinters around the store, a few employees were dumbfounded and utterly horrified.

My God, items worth a million or two, all destroyed?

How could they explain this to the boss!

"This feels great!"

Di Xiele exclaimed in a low voice, then continued stomping on the broken wood chunks, and once again, the sound of cracking arose.

"How long till the boss gets here?" Zhang Fan asked with a sneer.

Honestly, all he wanted was to buy the furniture, move it to his new house, have a nice meal, cuddle with Ye Xuan and get a good night’s sleep, maybe do some things he loved, then wake up early the next morning, and swell the faces of Liao Fucheng and his dumb gang.

Who wanted to make a fuss!

Otherwise, given his former fiery temperament, he would never have let Hao Shuai, that idiot, off without breaking his fifth limb!

Damn it, forcing me into action.

"Kid, you’re dead today!" the shop assistant who had mocked Zhang Fan earlier shouted, his face pale.

"Oh," Zhang Fan replied expressionlessly, nodding his head and then walked over to the glass door, raising his hand to strike.

"Crack!"

The glass door shattered instantly.

People standing by the door stared at Zhang Fan, shocked.

Fuck, that was tempered glass!

Meanwhile, Zhang Fan had already stepped outside the store, facing the glass wall, he lifted his leg.

Crack, crash!

The crowd around him, looking at the glass fragments scattered on the ground, felt an immense shock. What the hell, are you from a demolition team or what!