As Ye Fan ran far from Fatty, he soon arrived at the Lamborghini showroom. Without a second thought, he stepped inside confidently.
"I bought a car but still don't have one to drive. Let's fix that," Ye Fan thought to himself.
This time was different from the previous visit. As he entered, a vibrant, stunning saleswoman greeted him warmly.
"Good afternoon, sir. Would you like coffee or tea?" she asked with a professional smile.
"No need. I just want a car that's readily available. I don't care about the price," Ye Fan replied casually.
Before she could respond, a mocking voice chimed in.
"Young people nowadays are so full of nonsense. Even us, who've been in society for decades, wouldn't dare say we'd buy a Lamborghini in one go," scoffed a middle-aged woman nearby.
Her husband, standing beside her, added with a lecherous grin, "Girl, show us the car instead. Ignore this kid."
The saleswoman's face showed her disgust at his gaze.
Ye Fan's voice cut in, sharp and mocking. "Before judging others, maybe control your husband first. Who knows how many mistresses he's hiding?"
He glanced at the man with disdain. "Or maybe you know... and still support it? Seeing him ogle girls like that right in front of you."
"You little punk!" the woman snapped. "Let me teach you a lesson—after I deal with you, Zhang Laogong, let's see what he has to say."
"Oh? You want to deal with me?" Ye Fan said with a smirk. "Do you even dare?"
"I dare because I'm rich! Not some broke brat like you," she shot back with amusement.
"Oh really?" Ye Fan chuckled. "In the time I wasted talking to you, I already made billions. Did you?"
"If you made billions, then I make hundreds of trillions!" she retorted mockingly.
"Cool. Take a look at this," Ye Fan casually showed her his bank balance.
"Hah, fake screenshots? We're not so dumb," the husband snorted.
Ye Fan laughed lightly. "Alright then, let me transfer a little more. How about a hundred billion?"
With a simple thought, he had the system transfer 100 billion yuan more. The updated balance now read 640 billion yuan.
As the couple saw it, their faces went pale. Horror replaced arrogance.
Ye Fan bought the car in front of everyone, savoring the reaction. The couple didn't leave—not because they still wanted to buy, but because they didn't dare to anymore.
"We're sorry, sir… really sorry," the couple pleaded, voices trembling. "Please… let us go like a fart in the wind…"
Ye Fan chuckled. "Why so scared? What do you two even do for a living?"
"We're… executive-level employees at Zhenhua Group," the man replied nervously.
"Oh? That's convenient," Ye Fan said, interest flashing in his eyes. "I was planning to buy Zhenhua Group anyway. Looks like you just made my job easier. I want to meet the owner."
The woman panicked. "Sir, Zhenhua is in crisis! There are internal faction wars… it's risky. If you buy it, you'll lose money!"
Ye Fan smiled. "who said I want the company…"
They looked confused. "Then why are you buying it?"
Ye Fan's voice dropped slightly as he smirked. "Because I want the boss behind the company."
The couple was speechless. Their thoughts raced: "He's the first man we've seen willing to spend hundreds of billions just to get a woman… but wait—if he succeeds, the company, the money, and the woman will all be his. This guy's dangerous. It's good we didn't provoke him more… or he might've sold us, and we'd be thanking him for it."