Chapter 110: Tyrannosaurus Rex

Zeng Xiaofan turned around at the sound of the voice, only to see Chen Keping wiggling her backside and slapping it loudly, mocking him:

"Zeng Xiaofan, I know you haven't smelled a woman in decades! Don't let the opportunity pass you by if I'm giving it to you! If you can buy a car at the dealership next door, you can have my big white ass to eat to your heart's content! Eat here, right here!"

As Chen Keping shook her hips, her fellow female colleagues burst into wild laughter.

Zeng Xiaofan gave a cold snort and said indifferently:

"I appreciate the offer, but your ass is too skanky. I can't stomach it. You keep it for yourself; just eat it slowly and be careful not to choke on the hair. After all, the skankier the person, the thicker the hair..."

At these words, Chen Keping’s face turned green with rage: "You! You deadbeat, how dare you talk back! You... you're the one with the thick hair! Hmph! If you're so damn capable, why don't you buy one and show me!"

Zeng Xiaofan ignored her and continued walking toward the dealership next door. The beautiful saleswomen there had long since heard the commotion. As Zeng Xiaofan approached, they immediately greeted him with warm smiles. Although they were also wearing tight-fitting skirts and black stockings, they were clearly more attractive than the staff at Chen Keping’s store. The woman who stepped forward to greet him was particularly sweet-looking, like a fashion model.

"Welcome, sir. Please come inside, let me introduce you to our vehicles!"

The saleswoman was warm and friendly, not caring about Zeng Xiaofan’s attire or whether he could afford anything. Zeng Xiaofan felt comfortable with her smile and simply pointed to a rugged pickup truck nearby. "How much for this one?"

The saleswoman smiled slightly. "You have excellent taste, sir. This is the 'Tyrannosaurus,' and its current on-the-road price is about 1.2 million. Please follow me, and I will give you a detailed introduction to its performance and features."

"No need," Zeng Xiaofan replied. "I'll take it."

"Charge it," he said, handing over his bank card with a calm expression. "Full payment."

The saleswoman was slightly stunned. Across the way, Chen Keping and her friends, who had been watching in hopes of seeing him make a fool of himself, laughed even louder.

"Hahaha! He’s really putting on a show! Buying a 1.2 million car and saying 'charge it'... he didn't mishear and think it was 120 yuan, did he?"

Chen Keping was bent over laughing, the pride of her neckline exposed in the process. However, just as she was enjoying the spectacle, a clear, crisp sound rang out from the card terminal in the shop across the street:

"Ding! Payment successful!"

Silence fell over the entire scene. Chen Keping stopped laughing so abruptly she nearly choked, her pupils shrinking and her mouth hanging open wide enough to fit an eggplant.

"Pay... payment successful? 1.2 million? Zeng Xiaofan?"

She muttered the words, unable to process the reality. "This... how is this possible?! He’s clearly just a loser; how could he have so much money? Impossible... absolutely impossible..."

The saleswomen at both dealerships were stunned, though their reactions were starkly different. The staff at the high-end dealership beamed with joy, eagerly congratulating Zeng Xiaofan.

"Congratulations, Mr. Zeng! This Tyrannosaurus is yours! Congratulations!"

Zeng Xiaofan smiled, took the keys, and climbed into the vehicle. He started the engine, and the Tyrannosaurus let out a ferocious roar that made the saleswomen’s hearts flutter. They were delighted—the commission was far too easy to earn.

In contrast, the staff at Chen Keping’s dealership looked like they had just eaten something foul. The woman who had originally planned to serve Zeng Xiaofan stomped her feet and pointed at Chen Keping. "Chen Keping! It’s all your fault! This big sale should have been mine! It’s all because you called him a pauper!"

"That’s right! You’re so cruel; he was your classmate, how could you treat him like that?"

As her colleagues piled on the blame, Chen Keping’s face flushed red, then green, feeling as though she had been slapped repeatedly. Amidst the shock, she looked up to see Zeng Xiaofan being surrounded by the beautiful saleswomen from the other shop, who were begging for photos. Several top-tier saleswomen were casting flirtatious glances his way and secretly slipping their business cards into his pockets. In this small county, someone who could drop 1.2 million in cash without blinking was rare, especially someone so young, wealthy, domineering, arrogant, and handsome. Who wouldn't be smitten?

One of the most beautiful saleswomen walked up to him and smiled. "Mr. Zeng, thank you for choosing us. May I take a closer photo with you?"

Zeng Xiaofan nodded with a slight smile. The woman in the tight skirt stepped forward, her chest almost brushing against him. The scent of her perfume washed over him. Just as he wondered if she was about to do something, she smiled seductively, turned her back to him, and held up her phone.

"Yay!" she chirped, posing for a sweet selfie. She bent her waist and stuck her hips out, making sure they brushed against Zeng Xiaofan.

Zeng Xiaofan couldn't help but admire the view of her in that professional attire. An idea suddenly struck him, and he smiled. "Could you give me one of your uniforms?"

"Huh? Our uniform?"

"Yes!"

The beautiful saleswoman paused, gave him a meaningful look, leaned in close to his ear, and whispered, "Are you asking for the one I'm wearing? Do you... like the scent of the ones I've worn?"