Zhou Wang was taken aback. He turned his head and saw a few of Young Master Zhang’s friends from the Magic City and Hang City had somehow wandered over. The one who spoke wore a Burberry polo shirt.
Trendy slicked-back hair, slightly chubby, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed LOTOS glasses with a noticeable logo, and sporting a rose gold Richard Mille 030RG on his wrist.
Since the shoes didn’t have a prominent logo, after a month of browsing fashion magazines, Zhou Wang could only recognize this much at a glance.
The watch was around 1.2 million, plus the tens of thousands for the glasses, the young man’s outfit was nearly two million.
The main thing was his over-the-top color coordination, the kind that screams wealth at a glance.
"Hey, Brother Dog, let me introduce you."
Seeing the group nearing, Zhang Zhiyuan felt a bit helpless but still stepped forward with a smile and said, "These are also my friends. This is Shao Xiaoqi from Hang City... Guo Bing, my college buddy from Magic City..."
There were four people, but Zhang Zhiyuan only emphasized introducing two.
One was Shao Xiaoqi, who had inquired and was the one wearing the Richard Mille.
The other, from Magic City, Guo Bing, wore a full Hermes outfit, looking relatively low-key, with an air of casual indifference.
For some reason, Zhou Wang found Guo Bing’s face somewhat familiar, even though he was sure they’d never met.
Shao Xiaoqi was about the same age as Zhou Wang, in his early twenties, while Guo Bing appeared a few years older.
"Zhou Wang, a very good friend of mine, a local."
While introducing Zhou Wang, Zhang Zhiyuan particularly emphasized the phrase "a very good friend," prompting the group to look at Zhou Wang with a hint of surprise, but they didn’t react further.
After the introductions, and before Zhou Wang could speak, Zhang Zhiyuan quickly chuckled and teased, "Xiaoqi, don’t mess around. Your swagger might work on others, but not with Zhou Wang here..."
Zhang Zhiyuan knew Shao Xiaoqi’s personality well; he was a classic privileged kid who didn’t respect many except for a select few.
He truly feared something unpleasant might happen, so he quickly tried to cut off Shao Xiaoqi’s antics.
"Brother Yuan, I’m not messing around. I’m just discussing something with your friend!"
Shao Xiaoqi, slightly not convinced, looked at Zhou Wang with a smile, "Brother Dog, right? How about it? Are you thinking of letting go of that car? I just took a glance. You spent 6.5 million, right? I’ll give you an extra 500,000, how about 7 million?"
Getting a car for 6.5 million and flipping it for an easy 500,000 profit, some people there even found the deal strangely appealing...
After all, the Black Series was rare, but if you weren’t picky about the color, it wasn’t that hard to find, as long as you were willing to wait...
Zhang Zhiyuan didn’t have much more to say at that point, just looking towards Zhou Wang, clearly indicating he could decide freely.
Zhou Wang didn’t mind Shao Xiaoqi’s flamboyant manner. As long as it wasn’t as obnoxious as Brother Tu, or mindlessly mocking like Lu Jin, he was quite tolerant.
In fact, Zhou Wang was slightly tempted.
After all, he was currently strapped for cash, and earning some extra money wouldn’t hurt.
But it was just a thought.
Not to mention whether the system would even allow him to cash in on [Jiang Mo’s Consumption Money] this way, mainly because 50,000 initially sounded like a lot, but then Zhou Wang reconsidered, realizing it was just his income for five days, and suddenly lost interest...
"I’m not planning to sell this car, but if you really like it, you could always talk to Boss She. He can surely find one for you, right?"
So Zhou Wang smiled and shook his head, pointing over to She Baichuan.
As She Baichuan nodded in agreement, Shao Xiaoqi was still unwilling to give up, feeling Zhou Wang was genuinely hesitant for a moment.
"If I were willing to wait, I wouldn’t have offered you more. Mostly, this car just caught my eye, and even if I found the exact same model elsewhere, I might not like it as much."
Shao Xiaoqi chuckled, "Alright, I’ll add another 300,000. How about 7.3 million? You do nothing and make an extra 800,000, isn’t that enough?"
"It’s not about the money..."
Zhou Wang waved his hand.
Shao Xiaoqi frowned and gestured decisively.
A few quiet gasps came from some of the club members nearby, given that 8 million was enough to buy two of many of their cars.
And for Zhou Wang to make 1.5 million just by sitting still, it even made them a tad envious.
1.5 million was the price of a Porsche 911.
"Xiaoqi, that’s enough!"
Zhang Zhiyuan sighed helplessly, his expression also darkening.
He noticed a hint of stubbornness in Shao Xiaoqi, but...
Seriously, you think you can just throw money at Zhou Wang? As a privileged kid living off your family, you think you can compete with Zhou Wang? Dream on...
Tang Yiming, Ruan, and others who knew Zhou Wang’s background wore amused smiles.
Especially Ruan, who almost couldn’t stop himself from laughing aloud.
The scene was too amusing...
He knew Zhou Wang had just swung by Li City and casually shelled out 40 to 50 million on two houses, but he hadn’t had the chance to tidbit with Zhang Zhiyuan and the others yet...
Wherever he went, he’d buy, and among the people Ruan knew, Zhou Wang was the only one that cool.
"To be straight with you, I really won’t sell this car, no matter how much you add."
Zhou Wang was getting a bit annoyed, his smile fading somewhat.