Yang Yi pulled out stacks of banknotes one after another, laying them flat on the wide hood of the Bawang. First, a two-by-two square, then a border along the right and bottom edges to make it three-by-three, then another border for four-by-four...
He arranged them meticulously, aligning each stack perfectly, spacing them identically, as if crafting a delicate piece of art. But he had no idea the shock this "artwork" was causing others!
Not to mention the pale-faced pretty boy, even Guo Ziyi, who had come with Yang Yi, nearly had his eyes pop out.
How could he have imagined that this big brother would be so bold, stuffing over a million in cash into a duffel bag and casually carrying it over?
Thinking back, the chubby kid felt a chill of fear. Yang Yi had just asked him to hold onto it for a while. Though a million wasn't a huge sum for his family, he had never actually held that much cash in his hands before.
What if someone had robbed him?
The chubby kid felt like a plucked lamb, surrounded by a pack of hungry wolves eyeing him greedily...
This scene also delivered a powerful visual impact to the salespeople at Langya. After all, this was real cash!
Their looks at Yang Yi changed—from suspicion and speculation to surprise and awe. Their inner thoughts must have been: "Holy crap, a tycoon!"
Manager Wen watched Yang Yi finish stacking before speaking with a wry smile, "Brother Yang, you really came to buy a car with cash?"
Yang Yi gave a faint smile and said, "Yeah, I had some business a few days ago, withdrew the money but didn't end up using it. Figured I'd just buy the car first, save myself the hassle of running around."
His calm demeanor made everyone feel this was true wealth—unassuming, but capable of crushing others with cash when revealed!
The onlookers couldn't help but glance at the pretty boy, their eyes filled with pity.
What a lack of judgment, picking a fight with anyone, let alone a hidden rich man! And he liked to keep a low profile, wearing sandals, shorts, and bargain-bin clothes, looking as poor as could be...
The pretty boy struggled, muttering, "No, this might be counterfeit..."
Soon, several female finance staff at Langya's 4S store shattered his last hope.
They swiftly counted sixty stacks of bills with a money counter—exactly right, no mistakes, all genuine. But there were still four stacks left on the hood.
No one knew if Yang Yi had other plans or if his OCD made him insist on a neat shape—eight rows and eight columns made exactly sixty-four stacks!
"There's extra..." a young woman said shyly, holding the remaining four stacks and looking at Yang Yi.
Regardless of Yang Yi's previous image, that pile of cash was more potent than any pheromone!
Yang Yi smiled, didn't take them, and turned to Wen Ruizhong, asking, "If I crash this car into someone else's, will this leftover money cover the repairs?"
Manager Wen didn't understand why Yang Yi asked, but he replied earnestly and confidently, "Our Bawang has the highest safety. When hitting others, we've never lost. Just fixing a bumper—how could that cost forty thousand?"
Yang Yi signed the purchase contract, but the money stayed with the finance girl, whose face blushed like a peach, her heart racing, thinking Yang Yi had something in mind with her!
"See that? My brother can afford a sixty-thousand car!" Guo Ziyi shook the duffel bag, still half-full of cash, and gloated to the pretty boy. "Now you know you were wrong, with your big mouth!"
The short-haired guy curled his lip dismissively. "Why waste words on him? A bet's a bet—smash the car. Don't worry, we'll vouch for you!"
"Should we smash it?" the skinny guy chimed in excitedly, rolling up his suit sleeves as if eager to take a swing with a hammer.
"You can't do this!" the pretty boy fumed. "I'm calling the police!"
"Calling the police won't help. The cops here are all our buddies!" the skinny guy said with a grin. "And we've got plenty of witnesses!"
Just then, the Bawang's wild roar suddenly erupted, drawing everyone's attention.
Yang Yi, who had just signed the contract, got back into the Bawang. He rolled down the window and said to Wen Ruizhong with a smile, "Manager Wen, I might need you to help fix my car!"
Wen Ruizhong jolted, as if realizing something.
But he didn't stop him. Instead, he stepped aside with interest, directing his staff to clear a path.
"Hey, Brother Yang, wait for me!" Guo Ziyi panicked as he saw Yang Yi driving toward the exit. He grabbed the duffel bag, trying to catch up. "I, I haven't gotten in yet!"
The onlookers at Langya's 4S store sensed a show was about to unfold and crowded to the door with Manager Wen.
The pretty boy secretly rejoiced, thinking he could slip away. But as he reached the door, he saw the hulking Bawang roaring toward where his car was parked. He froze. "What's he doing?"
Guo Ziyi, bag in hand, ran to the door and stared ahead, his mouth agape.
The Bawang gleamed silver-white in the sunlight, like a snow-white ancient wolf, charging, roaring, and lunging at the "dainty" Feiadi!
Though it was an SUV, the Feiadi was too small!
After the Bawang's bumper slammed into it, the Feiadi crumpled in a large dent. Then, the Bawang's half-meter-high giant wheels, under immense force, rolled right over it!
Crack, crack, crack... The Feiadi's shell was crushed inward.
Crash... The windshield shattered under the pressure.
This scene hit the crowd with an impact no less than when Yang Yi had pulled out over a million in cash earlier...
"Too... too... too bullying!" the pretty boy wailed, tears streaming, filled with deep regret.
Guo Ziyi was still stunned speechless by Yang Yi's move. Though he was wild and a bit rebellious, he had never imagined doing something so violent.
"This is too... too..." The words in Guo Ziyi's mind were snatched by the skinny guy beside him: "Too thrilling, too manly!"
The skinny guy was so excited he almost applauded Yang Yi, and he wasn't alone!
The veterans at Langya's 4S store were no pushovers either. They were stirred by Yang Yi's violent act, trembling with adrenaline.
"This Brother Yang, no wonder, no wonder..." Wen Ruizhong was calmer, shaking his head with a smile, pulling out a cigarette, lighting it, and taking a deep drag.
As the blue smoke slowly rose, Wen Ruizhong seemed to see his youth in the haze.
Through the smoke, the Bawang slowly drove back. Though the Feiadi was a wreck, the Bawang seemed unscathed—no scratches, just a slightly dented bumper with some paint chipped.
Yang Yi got out of the car, earning everyone's attention.
But he remained calm, as if he had done nothing noteworthy.
"Manager Wen, please help fix the car. When the paperwork's done, call me to pick it up!" Yang Yi handed over the keys.
"No problem!" Wen Ruizhong laughed. "Three days at most, and I'll return you a brand-new Bawang!"
Then, Yang Yi walked over to Guo Ziyi, took the duffel bag, and pulled out several stacks of red banknotes, tossing them at the pretty boy like alms.
The pretty boy, already slumped on the ground in despair, looked up at Yang Yi in terror after being hit.
"That's for fixing your car. Once it's fixed, remember to fix that mouth of yours that needs a slap!" Yang Yi said coldly, looking down at him.
"Yes, yes, yes, you're magnanimous, overlooking my petty faults..." The pretty boy's face shifted—first joy, then anxiety. He clutched the money tightly, weeping with gratitude.
His car was cheap, at an employee price. The money Yang Yi gave was almost enough to buy another one. It was a lifeline. Sun Ji, that scumbag, felt he'd kneel willingly.
He actually did kneel, hoping for a few more thousand in handouts...
But Yang Yi, having left, paid him no more attention, walking off with the adoring Guo Ziyi.
All that remained was a crowd staring at him with contempt...