Liu Long certainly stood on no ceremony, following Lin Fei over to the designated parking spaces beside the road.
Lin Fei stood to one side, his brow furrowing slightly. He had not expected Xiao Zhong from the dealership to still be absent, leaving him standing there waiting.
Seeing this, Liu Long found it amusing. "Young Master Lin, where's your car? Why don't I see it?"
As he spoke, he even took out his BMW key and pressed the diamond-shaped button.
This was BMW's car-locator function. If owners could not find their car in a parking lot, they could press this button to locate it quickly.
As Liu Long pressed the button, a BMW promptly chirped, its parking lights flashing.
"I really don't understand." Lin Fei let out an involuntary laugh. "What's there to show off about a lousy BMW?"
Liu Long had just demonstrated his BMW's user-friendly feature when those words froze the smile on his face.
He sneered and challenged him. "If a BMW isn't worth showing off, then show me your car! Haha, I thought you drove a Wuling Hongguang or an Alto, but it turns out you don't even have a car!"
"Claiming you bought a new car when you don't even have one-have you no shame? If I were you, I'd find a crack in the ground and crawl into it!"
Lin Fei ignored him and looked toward the intersection on the right instead.
A stunning, eye-catching Bugatti Veyron was stopped at the traffic lights.
Seeing it, Liu Long felt a surge of envy. "Holy shit, is that a Bugatti Veyron? A car that screams money like that-I wonder who owns it. Could it be Qing Fen?"
Just as that thought crossed his mind, the Bugatti Veyron drove toward them.
Under Liu Long's astonished gaze, it stopped in front of Lin Fei.
Has some big shot come to discuss something with the Ji Family? Liu Long wondered to himself.
The Bugatti Veyron's door opened, and a professional woman wearing a skirt suit stepped out.
This is the owner? Isn't she... a little too ordinary?
Xiao Zhong's appearance differed so greatly from Liu Long's image of someone who drove a Bugatti Veyron that he could not react for a moment.
"You're late," Lin Fei said calmly, looking at Xiao Zhong.
Those three simple words sounded like a thunderclap in Liu Long's ears.
A guess surfaced in his mind, giving him a terrible fright. Could this car belong to Lin Fei?
Impossible, that's impossible! That's right, some big shot must be here, and Lin Fei came to welcome them...
Hearing Lin Fei's words, Xiao Zhong hurriedly explained, "I'm sorry, Mr. Lin. I thought I could get here early, but I forgot it was rush hour. I was stuck in traffic for a long time. Please forgive me."
As she spoke, she took out the Bugatti Veyron's key and presented it with both hands. "The vehicle registration certificate, owner's manual, and other documents are all in the car. You can check them."
Towering waves surged through Liu Long's heart, and he stared at Lin Fei in terror as though he had seen a ghost.
Lin Fei accepted the key, turned to him, and said calmly, "What did you just say? I don't think I heard you clearly. Would you like to say it again?"
Liu Long's face flushed red, his expression filled with stifled humiliation.
At that moment, he stood awkwardly in place with a BMW key in his hand. Before a Bugatti Veyron worth twenty-five million, he felt like a complete idiot.
Lin Fei paid Liu Long no further attention, instead smiling at someone behind him.
Ji Yaoguang and Wu Moling had finished work and walked over, one behind the other.
"Your new car? Pretty cool," Ji Yaoguang said with a smile, not the least bit surprised.
She had already grown accustomed to it and gained a clearer understanding of Lin Fei's financial strength.
Caught between them, Liu Long experienced what it felt like to be utterly ignored, and it hurt terribly. Head lowered, he slunk away like a beaten dog with its tail between its legs and climbed into the BMW he had thought he could show off.
What the actual fuck!
The employer drives a Ferrari, and the bodyguard drives a Bugatti Veyron?
I've never heard of anything so bizarre in my life!
Lin Fei nodded lightly, twirling the key between his fingers as he said casually, "If you like it, it's yours."
Hearing this, Liu Long practically crumbled inside.
Holy fucking shit, what the hell is wrong with you? A Bugatti Veyron worth over twenty million, and you talk about giving it away so casually? Could you please fucking give it to me?
Ji Yaoguang froze. After confirming that Lin Fei was not joking, she shook her head with a rueful smile. "No, it's too valuable."
In her view, she already owed Lin Fei far too many favors, probably more than she could repay in a lifetime. She could not accept anything else from him.
Lin Fei merely smiled and let the matter drop, without putting her in a difficult position.
The next day, the sky was clear, the air fresh, and a gentle breeze blew.
The Ji Family's dismissal of two-thirds of its senior executives and its refusal to bow to the Song Family had already set all of Rongcheng abuzz.
Mainstream media and independent outlets such as WeChat public accounts alike were reporting on both matters. They did everything they could to proclaim that the Ji Family had made an unprecedentedly foolish decision, even declaring that this towering tree of Rongcheng was about to fall, while the Song Family was bound to rise and even become Rongcheng's next business overlord.
Sitting on the sofa in his villa's living room, Song Hao read the business news on his phone and promptly broke into a smug smile. "Those two old foxes from the Ji Family have been clever all their lives, only to muddle things up now."
Song Qingyun, however, was not as optimistic. His brows were tightly knitted. After some thought, he said gravely, "I think something is wrong here."
Song Hao looked at him in surprise. "Dad, what's wrong?"
Song Qingyun sighed, his brow furrowing even more deeply. "They know it's hopeless, yet they'd rather die than submit to me. Do you think Ji Chongwei and Ji Zhongjin, father and son, veterans who have dominated the business world for so many years, would make such a foolish decision?"
Hearing this, Song Hao thought it made sense too and said in puzzlement, "That really is strange."
Song Qingyun's heart suddenly jolted, and he said coldly, "Could they have found a new chip supplier?"
Song Hao was startled at first, then felt both annoyed and amused. "Dad, what nonsense are you talking about? How could that be possible? Stop worrying that the sky is going to fall, will you? You overthink everything. Look, you take such good care of yourself, yet you're still getting gray hair."
"True." Momentarily at a loss for words, Song Qingyun shook his head with a smile. "I must be overthinking it. The only product that can surpass the Tonggao Chip is the Huashun Chip, jointly developed with the Yao Family and Germany."
And the Yao Family would absolutely never supply them with Huashun Chips.
It was precisely this conviction that allowed the Song Family to raise its prices with such impunity.
Song Hao chuckled and picked up his wineglass in satisfaction. He swirled it, allowing the red wine to mix thoroughly with the air, before taking an appreciative sip, feeling immensely pleased.
Just then, however, the living room door was kicked open with a bang.
The Song father and son looked toward the doorway in surprise and saw Song Lantian, his face full of fury. "You pair of bastards, old and young! Do you have any idea what's happened? And you're still in the mood to sit here tasting wine?!"