At this moment, not only the security guards were utterly baffled, but even the car owners nearby were each in a state of dumbfounded disbelief.
Here, every parked car was a luxury vehicle! Although they couldn't compare to the luxury cars in the Ocean Hotel's parking lot, each car was worth at least several hundred thousand, right?...
Even cars worth a mere hundred thousand didn't qualify to park here, yet you think this decrepit grandfather-era bicycle could take up a spot?!
Everyone looked at the young man's ragged clothes, then at the bicycle, and their expressions revealed understanding.
This guy must be a scrap collector, and a scrapping newcomer at that!
What place is this? This is the Ocean Hotel, not just anyone can casually enter, and he's here to collect scrap? Doesn't he know that the scraps here are taken care of by designated people!
"We don't have any scrap for you, you better leave!"
