You Can't Afford It

There was no form of address, but Zhang Yang heard her perfectly well and knew she was speaking to him. He pretended not to hear and reached out to open the car door.

"What are you doing? I told you not to touch it. If you damage this car, can you afford to pay for it?"

The saleswoman hurried over, knocked Zhang Yang's hand away, and shut the door again. She glared at him, visibly annoyed.

"I can't afford it? Fair enough. I didn't even bring any money to look at cars..." Zhang Yang said with a self-deprecating smile, showing no sign of anger.

That did not stop him from continuing to look. He had already learned about the car in front of him and had even driven one. Change brought endless pleasure and excitement.

Mom should like it, right? Zhang Yang thought.

Zhang Yang wandered around the showroom. No one dared throw him out, and after making a few circuits, he ended up beside the S-Class AMG Coupe again.

This time, though, he was not alone. A saleswoman followed close behind him, not to explain or sell the cars, but to keep an eye on him.

They might look down on Zhang Yang, but they could not simply throw him out.

Zhang Yang shook his head. Was society really this shallow now? Did everyone judge people by how they looked?

Zhang Yang could not understand it.

"What's your name?" Zhang Yang stopped abruptly and turned to the beautiful saleswoman, with her carefully done makeup and fitted outfit.

The question caught her completely off guard. Worry crept in. Was Zhang Yang trying to learn her name so he could complain to her boss?

One of the 4S dealership's rules required employees to greet every customer with a smile and warm