The security guard saw Yang Fei feigning ignorance and was immediately amused, waving his hand.

"Scram, scram, scram, don't get in the way of my work, are you really here to buy a car?"

"The screws here, you couldn't afford one in eight lifetimes!"

He said, and then simply started to push Yang Fei.

"Hey, isn't this Mr. Yang Fei? What, you're here to buy a car too?"

Just then, a haughty voice tinged with a slick tone rang out behind the security guard and Yang Fei.

Turning around, they both saw a handsome yet pale-faced guy.

At that moment, he was looking at Yang Fei with a mocking expression.

This man was Long Shaoyang, his arm draped around a woman in a fiery red long dress.

The fabric on her barely covered more than three palm's worth, her S-shaped figure scandalously hot.

Yang Fei barely managed to recognize in surprise.

The heavily made-up, fashionable woman before him was none other than Yang Qiqi, who had been pure and pretty just a few days prior.

Over these days, Long Shaoyang had already dug up Yang Fei's background.

He knew this guy was definitely not the Sales Director of Yalan International as he had claimed.

His real identity was nothing more than an odd-job man at Lanting Hotel.

Thinking about how his own romantic engagement with Su Yinxue had been bizarrely disrupted by this hotel odd-job man,

and how he himself had received a heartbreaking kick from this guy, landing him in the hospital for a week before he could get up,

Long Shaoyang couldn't help but feel the rage rise.

Yang Qiqi need not be mentioned, her star career almost entirely ruined by Yang Fei, harbored deep hatred towards him.

Long Shaoyang had already hired an assassin, intending to take Yang Fei down, but today he unexpectedly ran into Yang Fei.

Normally, Long Shaoyang wouldn't bother getting angry with a dying man, but seeing him pretending to be all high and mighty just irked him, prompting him to mock.

Upon seeing Long Shaoyang, the security guard quickly bowed and saluted, "It's been several days since Young Master Long came over, what brings you by today?"

"Please come in, I'll immediately inform our sales manager to personally attend to Young Master Long."

It turned out Long Shaoyang was a frequent visitor of Che Lifang, his preferred method of wooing women being to pretend to gift them cars.

Women don't understand cars, a casual browse and a few empty promises often enough to make them ecstatic.

He and Yang Qiqi were inseparably close, and unable to withstand her persistent nagging, he had agreed to buy her a car.

Long Shaoyang leisurely smoked a cigarette, looking at Yang Fei in his sweatshirt and shorts, and couldn't help bursting into laughter again.

He said to the security guard, "Let this gentleman in. Today you've misjudged, he's actually a billionaire."

"He's just low-key, do you think he can't afford a car?"

"Come, listen to me, take him to see the most expensive car."

Yang Qiqi caught onto Long Shaoyang's intention right away and instantly flashed a coquettish smile, throwing him a seductive glance.

Long Shaoyang had played his card beautifully, the cheapest cars here were seven or eight hundred thousand, while the most expensive reached up to one or two million.

Such astronomical prices, how could a hotel odd-job man afford?

Eventually, everyone's eyes would be on Yang Fei, and when he couldn't afford it, he would be the subject of everyone's ridicule.

People who can't afford cars are common, but those who can't afford yet pretend to be big shots are the most contemptible.

The security guard didn't catch Long Shaoyang's mocking tone and was momentarily stunned upon hearing him.

He hurried over, terrified and apologetic, "I'm so sorry, boss, these eyes of mine should really be gouged out and fed to a dog – I failed to recognize someone as important as Mount Tai. Please don't take offense!"

Yang Fei had no intention of making things difficult for the security guard; in such places, being a snob was almost instinctual – everyone acted the same way. The guard wasn't specifically targeting Yang Fei.

He smiled and said, "It's okay, but you really have terrible judgment when it comes to people."

"I heard that lately, some guys have been bringing beauties to this luxury car club, borrowing the cars here to show off, scamming meals, drinks, and services."

"But such people ultimately end up unable to make transfers on their phones, or they claim there's an urgent matter they must attend to, and then they scram without a trace."

"When you escort people to view the cars later, you'd better keep your eyes wide open," he warned.

The security guard nodded in agreement, his gaze inadvertently shifting toward Long Shaoyang.

This profligate young master, every time he brought beautiful women here, acted exactly as Yang Fei described.

He'd look at every luxury car in the club, but when it actually came time to pay, this guy would bail out nine times out of ten.

Everyone in Che Lifang luxury car club knew this fact.

Hearing Yang Fei warn the security guard, Long Shaoyang felt his face burning up.

With every word Yang Fei uttered, it was as though a layer of Long's face was being peeled away, causing him immense discomfort.

He noticed the guard's glance, and even Yang Qiqi's look became suspicious.

He glared fiercely, "What are you looking at? Do I look like that kind of person? Get lost!"

The security guard shrank back but took the opportunity to stealthily flip Long Shaoyang the middle finger when he wasn't looking.

Long Shaoyang, eager to embarrass Yang Fei, stared down the security guard.

"What are you standing there for? Take Mr. Yang here to see the cars."

"Heh, I heard Che Lifang recently got a new Range Rover. Pretty nice—shall we go check it out?"

His final remark, however, was directed at Yang Fei, filled with provocative intent.

"Sure, let's go take a look."

The mention of the Range Rover series suddenly piqued Yang Fei's interest.

He had no desire to compete with Long Shaoyang over trivial matters, but he really liked the Range Rover series.

The rugged and powerful style of the Range Rover, surpassing that of other luxury cars in the same series, is the top choice for every real man.

Long Shaoyang felt furious upon hearing Yang Fei still daring to talk back.

"Pretend, keep pretending; the more you pretend now, the harder it'll be to lift your head when your true colors are revealed later on."

He seethed inwardly, but his face broke into a grin and he clapped his hands gently, "Mr. Yang truly understands cars. Shall we?"

Yang Fei understood Long Shaoyang's intentions, but he couldn't be bothered with such petty scheming and merely snorted, striding forward.

The security guard stared blankly at the departing figure of Yang Fei, utterly shocked.

A Range Rover costs at least a few million – could this casually dressed man truly be a multimillionaire?

The thought that he had mistaken such a wealthy man for a rag-picking vagrant just moments ago made the security guard inwardly wail.

"What's with the world today? Why do the rich enjoy playing such games?"

Such an important client should be treated like royalty, not just by him but even the general manager if he were here.

But he had mistaken him for a vagrant and almost came to blows.

If his boss found out, it might infuriate him to the point of vomiting blood, and he would definitely lose his job.

The security guard was filled with worry, while Yang Fei had already been led by Long Shaoyang into the showroom, standing in front of a supremely luxurious Range Rover.

Eager to see Yang Fei make a fool of himself, Long Shaoyang took on the role of the sales lady himself.

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