A Divine Farmer

Chapter 132 - Promise Me One Condition

The man exuded an air of affluence, coupled with a subtle hint of superiority in his speech.

Moments ago, while stealing a glance at Chen Yaru, he inadvertently overheard Zhang Xiaoloong and Chen Yaru's conversation. Learning of Zhang Xiaoloong's desire for a budget-friendly car, he harbored disdain for such aspirations.

How could someone incapable of affording a decent vehicle dare to accompany such a beautiful woman?

Amidst the vast array of cars, he pondered the audacity of bringing a stunning woman to purchase an inexpensive vehicle. It seemed akin to ordering abalone alongside a flatbread, let alone a double-headed abalone.

Intentionally, he spoke loudly enough for Zhang Xiaoloong and Chen Yaru to hear.

He doubted the woman's loyalty, believing discomfort would distance her. Yet, reality wasn't a novel, exacerbating his unease.

Unable to fault Chen Yaru, a beauty, he sought solace in criticism, akin to sour grapes.

Chen Yaru's frown signaled her genuine annoyance.

“Enough of this frivolity; we have more pressing matters at hand,” remarked Zhang Xiaoloong, unperturbed.

Chen Yaru persisted, citing concerns regarding their professional image.

Zhang Xiaoloong acknowledged the need for authenticity, reflecting on their humble beginnings and advocating stability over ostentation.

Despite recognizing Chen Yaru's rationale, Zhang Xiaoloong's resolve remained firm. Reluctantly, Chen Yaru conceded, urging caution regarding their choice of vehicle.

Zhang Xiaoloong relented, agreeing to her wishes.

The wealthy youth continued to look down upon Zhang Xiaoloong's predicament.

Ignoring their gaze, the man maintained his arrogance.

In contrast, the woman beside him grew uneasy, sensing discomfort in Zhang Xiaoloong and his companion.

She urged her husband to explore other options, whispering in his ear.

Unimpressed with the offerings, the man demanded to view the most expensive car.

A saleswoman promptly attended to their demands, showcasing the latest limited-edition model with pride.

The saleswoman showcased her expertise by elaborating on the car's merits. Though not a luxury like a Bugatti, in Qingyang City, it carried a certain prestige.

“Don't bother with that. Just tell me the price. I'm not interested in anything cheap,” the man snapped at Zhang Xiaoloong.

“This is the latest model of the year. There are only two in all of Qingyang City. One's here in our showroom,” the saleswoman proudly declared, “so its value transcends mere money. It symbolizes status.”

“Exactly,” the man boasted, oblivious to his companion's growing unease. “How much for this car? Say it loud enough for those hooligans to hear.”

“The Fruit model is priced at 4.32 million, but we're currently running a promotion where you can have it for free…” The saleswoman's eyes widened as she saw the sum appear on her bank card. “Sir, please come with me to process the payment. We'll take care of everything here.”

The woman was taken aback. She hadn't anticipated such extravagance from the man. “Are you serious about buying this for me?”

“Heh, it's nothing. Just keep me happy, and this car's yours.” The man's finger traced the woman's chin. “But that's not all…”

Buying a car for over 4 million was no joke. If he wanted to gift it to someone like Chen Yaru, he'd have to think twice. This woman by his side wasn't worth the price.

“Let's leave now. I want to visit that family, darling…” The woman pouted, casting fearful glances at Zhang Xiaoloong.

“Leave? I still want to see what car that old man Tu's buying.” The man glanced at Zhang Xiaoloong again. “Didn't I tell you? Our car will be better than theirs. You just wait here.”

“Qi Liang, go to hell…” The woman slapped away his hand. “Stop dragging me into trouble. Keep your car and you might end up in the hospital!”

Passing by Zhang Xiaoloong and the woman, she looked flustered and said, “I don't know that man. It's not my business!”

Chen Yaru was puzzled, but Zhang Xiaoloong smiled. “Remember Chang Jun? This woman was with him in the fitting room.”

Recalling her focus on Chang Jun, Chen Yaru vaguely remembered the woman. She hadn't paid much attention then, but now it clicked.

Last time, Chang Jun had faced similar consequences. He'd ended up beaten by gangsters hired by her. Later, Lee Donghua had fired him.

It seemed the woman recognized Zhang Xiaoloong's danger. Following Chang Jun's path wasn't wise. She backed off, fearing reprisal. Better to abandon the car than risk a beating.

“Damn, that woman.” Qi Liang's attempt to sound suave backfired as he got slapped. His mood soured instantly. “Do you even know what kind of trash you are? Four million for a car like this? With that money, I could party for two years!”

“Excuse me, sir, are you still interested in purchasing this car?” The saleswoman, though slightly repulsed, maintained her professionalism. After all, he was a potential customer.

“No.” Qi Liang suddenly turned to the elegant saleswoman. “Can you recommend another car in the 800k to 1 million range? I'll swipe my card right away if you agree to one condition.”