Yang Yi remained calm, but Guo Ziyi was furious. He stepped forward angrily and said, "We can't afford it? Fine, come here, we'll show you we can buy it!"
"Wait, wait!" Yang Yi pulled Guo Ziyi back, amused and exasperated. He was still trying to set a trap for the other guy!
Guo Ziyi misunderstood, thinking Yang Yi was short on cash. He quickly lowered his voice and muttered to Yang Yi, "Brother Yang, don't worry. Whatever you're short of, I'll chip in with my saved-up allowance. We have to stand our ground!"
"I know what I'm doing." Yang Yi rolled his eyes and pulled Guo Ziyi behind him.
The pretty-faced man watched them whisper with a mocking grin and said, "Alright, alright, stop scheming. If you can afford a Wolf Fang, I'll smash my own car!"
He flaunted his car keys, giving them a shake, and with a click, a compact SUV's lights flashed not far away.
Yang Yi and Guo Ziyi both paused for a moment, nearly rolling their eyes.
This car was way too compact. Calling it an SUV, it lacked both length and height. Someone like Yang Yi, with his height, would probably have his head brushing the roof. Sitting in the back, his legs wouldn't even stretch out—he'd have to curl up...
Of course, the exterior wasn't bad. The design clearly borrowed from popular overseas models, and the Arctic White paint job looked decent. But it was just too small! Almost like the Mini Cooper that was popular among women in Yang Yi's past life...
No wonder he was a pretty boy—everything he bought was so effeminate.
"You said it, right?" Yang Yi said flatly.
The pretty-faced man felt a twinge of unease at Yang Yi's calm demeanor, but he was committed. Believing Yang Yi was bluffing, he declared loudly, "Yeah, if you can afford a Wolf Fang, I'll smash my car!"
This commotion caught the attention of the staff inside the Wolf Fang dealership.
"Isn't that Sun Ji from Feiyadi? What, here to cause trouble?" Several men in suits emerged from the Wolf Fang shop, but they were burly and imposing, a stark contrast to the pretty-faced man.
Yang Yi narrowed his eyes slightly. From their gait, two words popped into his mind: "Military men!"
As if reading his thoughts, Guo Ziyi leaned in and whispered, "I heard Wolf Fang's 4S stores hire retired soldiers. Nobody dares mess with them."
The pretty-faced man forced a laugh and said, "Oh, I wouldn't dare cause trouble. It's just some hicks claiming they want to buy your cars."
"You're saying that if I can afford a Wolf Fang car, you'll smash your Feiyadi?" Yang Yi said calmly.
The tallest of the Wolf Fang employees immediately noticed Yang Yi. But after hearing his exchange, they realized Yang Yi was on the opposite side of the pretty-faced man, Sun Ji.
Their hostility softened, especially for the middle-aged man with a slight paunch who was leading them. He studied Yang Yi closely, as if sensing something familiar.
The pretty-faced man now felt like he was walking on hot coals, but pride was at stake. To save face, he stiffened his neck and shouted, "Yeah, if you buy this car right now, on the spot, I'll smash mine!"
That was exactly what Yang Yi wanted to hear. He clasped his hands and nodded to the Wolf Fang staff: "Brothers, you heard that. If he ends up smashing his car, I'll need you to vouch for me."
"Haha, no problem, no problem!" the middle-aged man said with a grin.
"Mr. Wen, with this bet, shouldn't we give him the best discount?" a lanky man with a buzz cut chimed in cheerfully. "Why let a junk car like that Feiyadi stay on the road and cause trouble?"
The pretty-faced man jumped up in agitation. "You can't collude! That doesn't count!"
Yang Yi said flatly, "No discount needed. I'll make sure you lose fair and square today!"
The man called Mr. Wen laughed heartily. "Good, I like that attitude! If you smash his car today, I'll consider you a friend!"
The group filed into the Wolf Fang shop, along with a few onlookers drawn by the noise. Luckily, Wolf Fang, backed by a military factory, had a spacious store that didn't feel cramped even with spectators.
Mr. Wen was enthusiastic and decided to act as the sales consultant himself. He grabbed a brochure from a subordinate but didn't open it, casually waving his hand. "Young man, here, this one, that one, and the third from the end over there—all our Wolf Fang private cars. See if any catch your eye."
As a seasoned car industry insider, the pretty-faced man had done his homework. He sneered, "Why bother? Just show him the cheapest one. A Wolf Fang S4, base model at 430,000—he probably can't even afford that, right?"
Yang Yi ignored him, scanning the lot until he found his target.
He walked toward a rugged, off-road-style pickup truck. Guo Ziyi, following behind, nearly dropped his jaw.
Why would he pick that?
Guo Ziyi preferred something with smoother lines.
"Eyeing the Overlord Myth? Xiao Jiu, toss me the keys!" Mr. Wen laughed, pulling open the door for Yang Yi. "This pickup is custom-built for personal use. Look at the body—plenty of space in the front and back seats!"
"But the cargo bed isn't big enough," Guo Ziyi muttered.
"What?" Mr. Wen didn't catch it.
Guo Ziyi hesitated but pressed on, "Your truck's open cargo bed is too small. You can barely fit a sofa sideways. If I sat back there, I couldn't even stretch my legs..."
Normally, people buy pickups for business—moving furniture or hauling goods—so the bigger the cargo bed, the better. Off-road pickups, especially, are like trucks with long, deep beds.
In Western movies, don't they often show workers lying in the back of a pickup for a nap?
Mr. Wen was straightforward. He didn't argue but nodded. "You're right. We did sacrifice cargo space to innovate on interior room. Look how spacious the cabin is!"
"That's exactly why your Overlord Myth has sold poorly since its launch two years ago. The positioning itself is flawed," Guo Ziyi said with a shrug.
That stung. Some of the younger Wolf Fang employees looked displeased.
"What did you say?" the lanky man said, scowling. "Looking for trouble?"
The pretty-faced man laughed mockingly from the sidelines. "Alright, alright, if you can't afford it, just drop the act. Complaining about this and that. Mr. Wen, I'd say don't waste your kindness—you might get dissed too."