92 Don’t Get Over Your Head!
"You…" Ruguan was so mad his face turned green.
He was a dignified jade ware proprietor, with a net worth of more than three hundred million! He humbled himself to shake hands with a poor student, but was ignored!
That was a big, fat slap in the face!
Hu Lijing was also pissed, and scoffed, "Huh! You boy toy! What the hell?! Do you think that Ruguan would have wanted to shake your hand if it weren't just to save Lan's face?"
The chatter immediately quieted down. All eyes were on Chen.
Know that, within their circle, Hu Lijing was known for being a mean bitch. Chen was in grave trouble for messing with her!
"Hu Lijing, don't be absurd! Chen is not a boy toy!" Lan's brows knitted together, her beautiful dark eyes were cold like the winter stars.
"Huh, me – absurd? He is just a penniless student. What is he not a parasite? Do you think that he would stand here and talk to us if it weren't for you?"
Hu was getting more and more worked up as she spoke, "Does he even have a job? A career? Does he have prestige? Ha! Needless to say that this parasite will never be able to afford the Mercedes-Benz S320 that my boyfriend is driving!"
The starting cost of Mercedes-Benz S320 is close to one million; the ordinary working class would surely never be able to afford one in their entire lifetime.
At this, the group of second-generation filthy rich teenagers did not even bother to hide their thoughts – they all cast Chen contemptuous glances, some even sneered derisively.
"Vroom!"
Just then, a brand new black Bugatti Veyron stopped right in front of the crowd.
"Wow! What a cool supercar!"
"Oh my god! That's a Bugatti Veyron! I saw it at an auto show once, it costs thirty-eight million! There is only one in the entire Green Vine City!"
"Hurry! Hurry! Hurry! Come take a picture of it! I want to share it with my friends…"
"I want a picture with it too… I want one too…"
Everyone was excited.
Even though they were all second-generation filthy rich teenagers, they could only feast their eyes with it because this car was first class luxury car, only the richest of the rich in Green Vine City could afford it.
Even Hu's eyes burned with longing. To a conceited woman like her, this grand car was irresistible. She even started to imagine how great it would be to be its owner's girlfriend.
Ruguan was very annoyed to see the gaga expression on her face. His own woman getting starry-eyed over another man's toy – any man would find this unacceptable.
When the car door opened, everyone watched intently to see the driver's face.
A valet stepped out and approached Chen reverently, "Sir, our manager has sent me to ask you if we could park your car in front of our restaurant, so that our restaurant would seem more sophisticated!"
Chen shrugged and said nonchalantly, "Alright. Go ahead. But don't tell anyone else that this is my car. I prefer to keep a low profile."
"Understood. We will not reveal to anyone that you are the owner of this car. Thank you, Sir. Thank you so much…" The valet bowed repeatedly and then proceeded to park the racecar right in front of the restaurant, in plain view.
Surely enough, it attracted numerous passerby to come over and have a look-see.
*Boom!*
The group of second-generation filthy rich teenagers stood rigid as if they had just been struck by lightning. Each one looked like a toad that had just been trampled on – eyes wide and jaws dropped so low that you could easily stick a fist into their mouths.
None of them would have imagined that that luxury car belonged to Chen Xiaobei.
Who was this guy?!
It was absolutely inconceivable!
That dumb woman, Hu Lijing's face scrunched up as if she had just tasted shit.
She had, in front of everyone, accused Chen of being a boy toy! She even said that he could never, in his entire lifetime, afford a Mercedes -Bens S320.
But the reality was: you could only trade an S320 for ONE of Bugatti Veyron's wheel.
One million and thirty-eight million are on two completely different levels.
Starting from Hu Lijing and Ruguan, that group of second-generation filthy rich teenagers all felt their faces burn up as if they had been struck by an invisible slap.
"Master Chen! You've kept a really low-profile! So subtle!" some of the more duplicitous of the group immediately rushed towards Chen's side, smiling affably; heck, they even used honorifics!
"I wasn't even trying to hide anything." Chen shrugged, and said nonchalantly, "It's only a small humble car. What is there to brag about?"
What the f*ck!
Small humble car?
Acting cool secretly was one of the most destructive weapons on this earth.
This blasé phrase gave everyone who had looked down on Chen earlier a third-degree burn!
Hu and Ruguan's faces turned blood red. If there was a hole in the ground right now, they would both gladly climb into it.
"Yes, yes, yes. What Master Chen said is true to life. We must be modest – there is no need to flaunt your riches around!"
A fatty, an ingratiating smile stuck on his tubby face, walked up and produced his business card, "Master Chen, this is my business card, please take care of me in the future."
"Master Chen, this is my name card…"
"Master Chen, this is my…"
The group of second-generation filthy rich teenagers quickly turned into Chen's fans, all scurrying to hand their name cards over to Chen.
"Heh, just now you gave me the cold shoulder. Now it's my turn to let you see how excellent I am!" Chen chuckled. He didn't accept a single card.
That overbearing tone, that frivolous look, made Chen looked like a God.
The second-generation filthy rich teenagers knew that Chen was acting cool, but none of them dared say anything.
One would know that they would never be able to climb as high as the filthy rich like Chen.
Even if their fathers were to be at the scene, they would also have to show their respects to Chen.
At this moment, they truly regretted treating Chen badly just now.
If they had known what was going to happen, they would've worship Chen like they would Buddha.
Sadly, it had already happened. Other than regret, they could do nothing else to salvage their mistake.
Watching the scene before them, Hu Lijing and Ruguan were aware that they had wronged the super high-class people.
Deep down, they desperately wanted to apologize to Chen.
However, Chen could not even be bothered to accept the second-generation filthy rich teenagers' name card. What were the chances that he would accept their apology?
The more they thought about it, the colder their hands and feet turned. Their legs felt like jelly beneath them, fearful of Chen's recrimination.
Lan observed this quietly, a knowing smile drawn on her lips.
She knew that Chen would be able to gain enough respect, none of the people there could look down on him!
"Excuse me, what are you doing standing here? I have booked box 303. You guys can just go in without waiting for me. Also, you guys are too polite."
Right at that awkward moment, a polished young man walked over.