So disgusting.
They actually had the nerve to act like "I'm doing this for your own good."
Xiao Yu sneered. "Heh... so you're a bunch of deadbeats."
The sports car owner said, "Hehe, say whatever you want. Anyway, are you paying up or not?"
"I'm definitely not paying compensation, but I think your car's pretty nice. How about I just buy it outright?"
Everyone froze at Xiao Yu's words.
"Buy it?"
"Right. That way, it'll count as 'me crashing into myself.'"
"This sports car costs over ten million. Are you sure you want to buy it?"
"That's right. If you're willing to sell, let's go do the paperwork now."
Hu Huihua's face twitched.
Because he was having a really hard time holding back his laughter.
What was this called?
A little lamb rushing into the kitchen-practically begging to be fleeced.
Wouldn't they be letting this "rich guy" down if they didn't fleece him?
They'd stumbled across a walking money dispenser!
What did his old man do for a living?
He repaired cars and ran with the underworld!
Of course he knew people. All they had to do was fiddle with the contract a little, and that would be that!
Selling a junk car cobbled together from parts as a luxury car?
So what? Both parties were willing, and there would be a contract signed by both sides.
It was just a used-car sale. Who would dare say there was a problem?
Besides...
Never mind whether calling the police would do any good.
Even if you discovered afterward that you'd been scammed, first of all, would you dare call the police?
Weren't you afraid they'd retaliate?
Hu Huihua struggled to contain his excitement.
I'm rich.
He screamed inwardly.
"Since you're being so generous, buddy, I can't be stingy either. I've been