"President An, did something happen?"

The commotion over here drew the manager over again.

The first thing he did when he arrived was to check on President An.

President An angrily pointed at Qin Hao. "That damn loser insulted us."

Chen Shufang said with a face full of resentment, "Manager, this loser wouldn’t even introduce the models to me, fine, but he even cursed us! So disgusting! Hurry up and call security to throw him out."

Hearing this, the manager finally understood.

So, just because he didn’t want to bother with you, he’s suddenly some unforgivable villain?

That really gave the manager a headache.

President An was a pretty well-known nouveau riche in Beijing.

And Chen Shufang was also infamous in the company for stirring up trouble.

This pair teaming up was really a pain in the ass.

"Manager Wang, what, you’re not willing to throw him out?" There was a hint of threat on President An’s face.

"How would I dare! I’ll go try right now..."

Manager Wang had a huge headache. He could only grit his teeth and walk up to Qin Hao, but before he could speak, he heard Qin Hao say, "How much is this car? I’ll take it."

"Uh..."

The words of persuasion were swallowed back down his throat. After a moment of surprise, he said, "Sir, you really want to buy it?"

"Or what?" Qin Hao was a bit baffled.

"Uh, of course, that’s great!"

Manager Wang immediately threw President An’s words to the back of his mind.

To hell with him. Business is business, I’m not your damn lapdog!

This scene was seen by President An, and it made him so angry he was practically smoking from all seven orifices.

He brought Chen Shufang over and roared, "Manager Wang, what do you mean by this! I told you to throw this little bastard out!"

Manager Wang could only soften his tone. "Sorry, President An, this gentleman is our customer. I can’t do that."

"Very good!" President An pointed angrily at Manager Wang, about to explode, but then he realized, isn’t this the guy’s turf?

So his expression twisted into a cold smirk. "So what you’re saying, you good dog, is that whoever buys your car is your VIP, huh? Then if I buy this car too, can you throw him out?"

"That’s not really appropriate..."

Manager Wang was very helpless.

This President An, does he really have to make a scene?

"What’s not appropriate! I’m buying it! I’ll put down five hundred thousand!"

President An said in an extremely domineering tone.

"President An, you’re awesome!"

Chen Shufang clapped excitedly at the side, then looked at Qin Hao with disdain. "Loser, see that? The aura my President An has is something you’ll never match in your whole life!"

"Hehe, Fangfang! I told you, even if we’re loaded, we gotta keep it low-key! Don’t say all that useless crap!" President An said with great arrogance.

Covering her mouth, Chen Shufang nodded. "True, these losers will definitely resent the rich! Like President An, straight-up five hundred thousand in full, while this loser is probably planning to pay in installments bit by bit! That’s the gap in status and strength!"

Hearing this, Manager Wang felt a bit embarrassed.

The guy was at least here to buy a car.

Full payment or installments, as long as he buys, he’s a good customer.

Do you really have to be this vicious?

But those were words Manager Wang absolutely didn’t dare say out loud.

He turned and looked at Qin Hao with a hint of apology. "Sir, I’m really sorry..."

Qin Hao frowned. "So what you mean is, whoever brings more money gets to buy it?"

"That’s not what I..."

That really wasn’t what Manager Wang meant.

It was just that both of them had their eye on the same car, and someone had to back off.

By comparison, President An was a nouveau riche from the suburbs, while Qin Hao looked like just an ordinary office worker.

The difference was obvious.

"Here’s the situation..." Manager Wang explained, "This is the only car of this model we currently have in stock. If you want this model, you’ll need to place an order..."

"Oh. Then I’ll give sixty thousand more, and you can let this fat pig place the order instead." Qin Hao said blandly.

Manager Wang’s expression changed slightly, looking a bit troubled.

President An barked, "You little bastard, who are you calling a fat pig!"

"The fat pig knows who he is." Qin Hao replied mildly.

"You’re begging to die!"

President An rolled up his sleeves and was about to go over and slap him.

At a look from Manager Wang, a few security guards rushed over and held him back.

Only then did Manager Wang shout, "Calm down, President An, don’t get angry, we can talk this out!"

No kidding, even if Qin Hao looked ordinary.

But anyone who can casually drop 600k on a car is definitely not a nobody.

After all these years in the workplace, Manager Wang at least had that bit of discernment.

He absolutely couldn’t let President An beat the guy up.

"Fuck your mother! Don’t hold me! I’m gonna tear this little bastard apart!"

Even though there was some distance and people were holding him back, President An’s fire didn’t go down at all. He kept clawing at the air from afar, like he wanted to skin Qin Hao alive.

Beside him, Chen Shufang was also cursing, "Damn loser, come over here if you’ve got the guts! Watch President An beat you to death!"

"Manager Wang, why aren’t you letting me go yet!" Even though he was fat and huge, with so many people pressing down on him, there was nothing President An could do.

Manager Wang said, "President An, have you calmed down? If you have, I’ll let go."

"Cut the crap!" President An snapped impatiently.

"Let President An go."

At Manager Wang’s command, the security guards released him.

He stretched his limbs, glared at Qin Hao in anger and said, "You little bastard, lucky for you, in here there are people protecting you. But once you step out that door, heh heh..."

Before he could finish, Qin Hao frowned and said, "President An, this fat pig’s not buying or what, he’s just disturbing the peace. Can’t you throw him out?"

"You!" President An was so angry his face turned red.

Manager Wang could only give an awkward smile, not daring to say a word.

"Boring." Qin Hao complained, then pointed at the BMW A4. "I want to pick up the car today."

"Uh." Manager Wang’s eyes lit up. That tone, that posture, that attitude—

He was also going to pay in full!

Shit, looks like this pretty boy’s a rich guy too!

But President An refused to accept it and said, "Manager Wang, I’ll pay seven hundred thousand and buy it! I’m also picking up the car today!"

When Manager Wang heard that, he was both excited and helpless.

Damn, this sudden auction is great and all.

But with you two like this, you’re putting me in a tight spot!

Just as Manager Wang was about to say something, Qin Hao suddenly walked off, hands behind his back, continuing to look around.

Gritting his teeth, President An said, "That little bastard thinks he can sneak away? Dream on! Let’s go, Fangfang, we’re tailing him!"

With that, he led Chen Shufang and followed behind Qin Hao.

Manager Wang called out helplessly, "Hey, are you two still buying the car or not?"

Hands behind his back, Qin Hao continued to wander around the showroom.

Behind him, President An mocked in a weird tone, "Damn loser! After putting on a show and realizing you’ve got no money, you’re trying to find an excuse to slip away, huh? This trick of yours was played to death ages ago!"

Next to him, Chen Shufang also sneered, "Look at that piece of trash, even his legs look weak when he walks! He must be scared shitless inside!"

"Noisy." Qin Hao dug his ear and spoke to the air.

"You still dare run your damn mouth? Just you wait!" President An flew into another rage. He pulled a phone out of his briefcase and dialed, "Hey, I’m at the 4S dealership, you guys wait for me at the entrance..."