Jiang Yan rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
For a moment, he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
"Boss, you must be mistaken. Song Qiao is just a gigolo, how could he afford a BMW?"
"You mustn't be fooled by him."
Jiang Yan, ignoring the security guards' obstruction, desperately shouted to stop them.
"You bastard, it's you who played me for a fool!"
Just then, a middle-aged man rushed out from the crowd. It was the manager from the Mercedes-Benz dealership.
He rushed towards Jiang Yan like a madman and slapped him across the face five or six times.
"You son of a bitch, didn't you say Song Qiao was broke? How do you explain these thirty BMWs to me now?"
As he spoke, his heart bled.
That was an order worth tens of millions. This should have all belonged to him, but he believed Jiang Yan's lies and ruined everything.
If looks could kill, Jiang Yan would have been torn to shreds by now.
He turned to look at Song Qiao, who was signing the purchase contract, and wished he could slap himself.
"Mr. Song, Mr. Song, please listen to my explanation."
Xu Gang gritted his teeth, stomped his foot, and rushed towards Song Qiao.
With a thud, he knelt on the ground, hugged his thigh, and wailed.
"Mr. Song, it was my greed that made me listen to that bastard Jiang Yan's nonsense. Please, please give me another chance..."
Xu Gang sobbed, tears and snot streaming down his face, while slapping himself twice.
If headquarters found out that he had lost an order worth tens of millions due to his arrogance, he would be finished in the industry.
"Oh, didn't I tell you not to regret it? It hasn't even been twenty minutes, and you're already like this?"
Song Qiao glanced at him with disdain and mocked him sarcastically.
"I gave you a chance. Is it too late to regret it now?"
After speaking, Song Qiao suddenly exerted force on his leg and kicked Xu Gang aside.
He calmly glanced at Wu Meng and said nonchalantly, "Remember this from now on, no Mercedes-Benz cars are allowed in our company. Our employees are also not allowed to buy cars here."
"Otherwise, pack your things and leave immediately."
Song Qiao's tone was decisive, leaving no room for negotiation.
He didn't deserve sympathy from someone like Xu Gang.
"Hmph, what's so great about it? Buying a few BMWs with the company's money?"
"If you have the ability, drive a luxury car yourself. You're just a lackey of that big boss."
Although Jiang Yan was shocked, he still put up a tough front, believing that Song Qiao had only gotten lucky temporarily and didn't deserve to drive a luxury car.
As soon as she finished speaking, the sound of a car engine reached their ears.
It was Xia Xueqing arriving in a Maserati.
"Brother-in-law, why did you ask me to come here so late?" Xia Xueqing asked as soon as she got out of the car.
When she saw Wu Meng next to Song Qiao, she frowned subtly, not revealing any abnormality to outsiders.
Although no one was touching Jiang Yan now, he felt like his face was burning as if on fire.
He hadn't even finished speaking when he had been slapped in the face several times in a short period.
Even with his thick skin, he felt embarrassed in front of everyone.
"Humph, Song Qiao, you just wait. This is not over between us."
Jiang Yan snorted, gritted his teeth, and turned to leave in a dejected manner.
"Wait, did I say you could leave?"
Just then, Song Qiao's cold, emotionless voice came from behind him, startling him into a shiver.
"What do you want? I'm warning you, don't do anything rash."
He threatened stubbornly, and seeing Song Qiao's half-smile, he instinctively took a few steps back.
"Young Master Jiang, I gave you a chance, but you just didn't cherish it. Now that you've damaged my car, and you're so rich, how will you compensate me?"
Song Qiao's voice was laced with amusement as he spoke, taking a few more steps towards Jiang Yan with a sinister grin.
To teach this guy a lesson, Song Qiao decided to extort a hefty sum from him.
Let him know that provoking him would come at an unbearable price.
"Tch, isn't it just about paying you money?"
"As expected of a pauper, still caring about such a small amount of money."
"Your latest model Mazda is only about 170,000 to 180,000. Here's 200,000, take it and spend it as you please."
Jiang Yan spoke with the most ferocious tone and the most cowardly words. He casually took out a check, scribbled down a number, and threw it at Song Qiao.
Song Qiao then waved his hand and let him leave with satisfaction.
However, he didn't even spare the 200,000 yuan check a second glance. Holding the hands of two beautiful women, he drove away in the Maserati.
This action stunned everyone present.
Those who had sided with Jiang Yan earlier and considered Song Qiao a show-off now felt like they had been slapped hard.
With 200,000 yuan lying on the ground and he didn't even look at it, how could he possibly be penniless?
"Who is this incredibly wealthy young man? Which rich young master has such imposing methods?"
Before long, Song Qiao's identity was once again the subject of public discussion, and his name echoed throughout the entire provincial capital.
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"Brother-in-law, what's going on today? Why did I see that Jiang Yan guy again?"
As soon as Xia Xueqing got into the car, she started asking questions like a curious baby, as if she regretted not coming with them today and missing such a spectacular scene.
Song Qiao smiled and didn't say much.
But Wu Meng next to him could no longer hold back and told Xia Xueqing everything that had happened in the parking lot.
The more the latter listened, the brighter her eyes became, and she seemed completely engrossed, even looking at Song Qiao with more adoration.
She even clapped her hands excitedly when she heard that Song Qiao had generously bought thirty Audis.
"Brother-in-law, you are truly the most outstanding man in the world. That damned Jiang Yan, if I were him, I would have no face to continue living in this world."
Song Qiao humbly waved his hand and was about to explain.
Suddenly, his phone rang from his pocket.
"Song Qiao, do you have time right now? I have a project I can't decide on, and we need to discuss it."
As soon as he answered, Ye Zhiwei's gentle yet slightly weary voice came through.
It made Song Qiao's heart ache.