As soon as these words were spoken, even though the onlookers were somewhat afraid of Song Qiao's strength, they almost burst into laughter.
Driving a Mazda worth tens of thousands, he brazenly declared he was here to buy a Mercedes-Benz.
He couldn't even produce fifty thousand just now, and a Mercedes-Benz wouldn't be obtainable for fifty thousand, let alone more.
And from his tone, it seemed he wanted more than one.
It had to be said that his ability to brag was truly contemptible.
However, the strength Song Qiao had just displayed was too formidable, and they, the spectators, dared not provoke him.
They could only whisper and discuss amongst themselves from the periphery.
Jiang Yan was the perfect example of someone who forgot his pain once his wounds healed.
Having just broken free from Song Qiao's plea for mercy, he had regained his previous arrogance.
"Song Qiao, I admit, you have some skill in fighting, but this is a society governed by law."
"With your status, the only way you'll drive a Mercedes-Benz is by robbing one."
His voice was slightly slurred due to his injured nose.
Song Qiao, listening by his side, almost felt like laughing.
"If you don't believe me, then get in here and watch."
"Don't worry, I'll even bestow one upon you."
Having said that, Song Qiao, no longer willing to bother with him, gently took Wu Meng's arm and walked inside.
Jiang Yan sneered, pulled out his phone from his pocket, and dialed the manager of the Mercedes-Benz 4S dealership.
...
As soon as Song Qiao entered, not a single salesperson stepped forward to greet them.
Everyone stared at the two of them as if they were thieves.
"Hmph, looking down on people with dog eyes." Song Qiao knew without thinking that this must be Jiang Yan's doing.
Just as he was about to call for the manager, he saw a middle-aged man in a suit leading two security guards rushing over.
"Those who can't afford it, don't come here to feast your eyes. We don't welcome customers who only come to browse."
His arrogant demeanor and the expression on his face made Wu Meng tremble.
"Are car dealership owners this condescending now?"
Just then, Jiang Yan arrived with a group of onlookers, their eyes filled with mockery as they looked at Song Qiao, like watching a monkey in a circus.
Song Qiao, however, showed no anger. He merely glanced at the manager and then turned to scrutinize Jiang Yan with a half-smile.
He said calmly, "Alright, we'll leave. It's your right not to want our business, but I hope you won't regret this today."
"Wu Meng, call Xue Qing and have her bring my Maserati from the villa. Today, I will make these snobs understand that there's always someone better."
"What a loser, trying to act tough. Maserati, you say? If you had a Maserati, I'd do a headstand and wash my hair."
The Mercedes-Benz dealership manager scoffed dismissively and waved his hand, telling the security guards to escort them out.
Song Qiao chuckled lightly.
No longer willing to waste any more words with them, he directly pulled Wu Meng to the BMW dealership.
In stark contrast to the previous indifference, as soon as Song Qiao entered, the manager, Tang Lei, enthusiastically approached him.
"Mr. Song, it's my honor to have you grace my establishment to purchase a car."
"Please, come in, have a seat, and try some of our fine tea."
Jiang Yan, that persistent nuisance, also followed behind. Seeing the BMW dealership's attitude towards Song Qiao, he immediately frowned.
He had clearly spoken to them, yet they seemed to have turned a deaf ear.
"I say, boss, you really entertain anyone. Do you really think someone like Song Qiao can afford a BMW from you?"
"I reckon even selling him wouldn't buy even one of the car's wheels."
With Jiang Yan taking the lead, many of the onlookers chimed in with their agreement.
"How dare you!"
At this moment, Tang Lei, who had been smiling, suddenly changed his expression and slammed his hand on the table.
"Security, get these people out! How dare they question Mr. Song's financial capability? You must be tired of living!"
As he spoke, he cautiously glanced at Song Qiao and, seeing that the latter was not angered, breathed a sigh of relief.
He was truly surprised that this big shot had come to his dealership.
As for whether Song Qiao had money, he knew perfectly well.
At Li Bingqing's banquet yesterday, he had watched from a corner as Song Qiao, at a critical moment, had produced one hundred billion US dollars to rescue Ye Zhiwei.
A person like that could buy all the cars here with ease, so how could he be slandered by a frog in a well like Jiang Yan?
"Mr. Song, do you have any specific requirements for the car you desire? I can recommend some models for you."
Tang Lei gently wiped the fine beads of sweat from his forehead and asked Song Qiao with a nervous expression.
Song Qiao chuckled lightly, indicating that he didn't need to be nervous, and said calmly:
"No need for introductions. I'm quite familiar with cars. I plan to pick up thirty top-spec X5s from you."
"If there are no problems, I can make the payment now."
Saying this, he gently pushed the bank card in his hand towards Tang Lei.
For a moment, the entire place erupted in an uproar.
"Song Qiao, stop pretending. I bet you hired someone to play along. Thirty BMWs? Are you buying toy cars?"
Jiang Yan, who had already been escorted to the door, sneered, completely disbelieving Song Qiao's words.
Not just him, but even Tang Lei was stunned.
Thirty top-spec BMWs, negotiated and agreed upon in just a few minutes. Truly befitting a top magnate, his出手 was so generous.
With this thirty million yuan performance, his year-end bonus would multiply several times over, and his position might even be promoted.
Wu Meng, seeing the sycophantic behavior of the crowd, felt indignant on Song Qiao's behalf.
He, a CEO worth billions, was being insulted by these people.
Song Qiao could tolerate it, but she couldn't.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, and she finally stood up from her seat, ready to retort for Song Qiao.
However, in the next second.
Tang Lei unhesitatingly took the card from Song Qiao, swiped it, and then respectfully handed it back to Song Qiao.
"Mr. Song, the thirty Audis you ordered have been debited."
"I will now arrange for our staff to drive these to your company..."