"Brother Fei, right, here’s a fair price for you, 9 million."
Guo Bing said straightforwardly, "I won’t lowball you, but I won’t give more either. If you agree, sign the contract now, and I’ll pay you the full amount by tomorrow."
When Yu Fei heard the price of 9 million, he couldn’t hide his disappointment, and he immediately looked around.
"Is there anyone else who wants to bid?"
"Do you only accept full payments?"
Someone raised their hand to ask.
"Yes."
"Then there’s no way..."
That person sat back down.
"No more bids?"
Yu Fei scanned around and felt disappointed when he saw no one else moving.
Tang Yiming was initially a bit tempted but then sighed helplessly, thinking he still had to invest 30 million to build the club’s track later.
"Brother Fei, besides me, who else wants to pay more than 9 million for your car? I’m only sitting here because of Young Master Zhang. If you’re unwilling, I’ll leave now."
At this time, Guo Bing showed a little impatience.
Yu Fei’s expression started to struggle. Just as he was about to say something, a light voice drifted over,
"I bid 11 million."
What?
Yu Fei first suspected if he had heard wrong, then he realized with surprise and disbelief as he looked at the person who spoke, Zhou Wang,
"Brother, what did you just bid? Could you repeat it?"
At this moment, everyone else also reacted, all looking in shock at Zhou Wang, who had just placed a cigarette in his mouth.
Tang Yiming and Ruan, who were on either side of Zhou Wang, reacted the fastest.
No wonder... Zhou Wang absolutely had the capability!
Tang Yiming immediately took out a lighter to light Zhou Wang’s cigarette, while Ruan considerately stretched his hand to block the wind for him—
Brother Dog was about to show off, they had to help him set the stage!
And Zhang Zhiyuan, who only joked around at first but didn’t expect Zhou Wang to actually support him, felt touched as his eyes lit up.
million was definitely an inflated price, which inevitably gave him the illusion... Zhou Wang was looking after his face!
"Xiao Fei, you might not know, let me introduce you. Zhou Wang, nicknamed Brother Dog, my good buddy, today is his first time at the club..."
Zhang Zhiyuan hurriedly stood up and solemnly introduced Zhou Wang to Yu Fei.
"Brother Dog, nice to meet you..."
Yu Fei quickly greeted Zhou Wang.
My half-brother-in-law, nice to meet you too...
Zhou Wang silently added in his heart and nodded with a smile to Yu Fei, "Brother Fei, you didn’t hear wrong. I bid 11 million."
At this point, a small murmur of astonishment spread.
"Brother Dog, with 11 million, can I ask how soon you can pay?"
Yu Fei first felt ecstatic, then thought of something, asking cautiously.
"Immediately."
Zhou Wang blew out a breath of smoke and said coolly.
"Then..."
Just as the victorious Yu Fei was about to agree, Guo Bing, whose face had long darkened, couldn’t remain silent.
"11.5 million!"
He shouted directly.
If it were others, so be it, but since it was Zhou Wang who interrupted, he couldn’t bear it.
Even knowing over 11 million was not worth it, at times of heated competition, nothing else mattered... Face was most important.
Zhou Wang was not surprised by Guo Bing’s bid. He had long seen through that among the few second-generation rich kids from outside, Shao Xiaoqi was the most flamboyant on the surface, but Guo Bing was truly proud.
The laziness in his bones showed his arrogance.
"This..."
Hearing the bidding could go higher, Yu Fei’s smile deepened.
To this, Zhou Wang could only say, Brother-in-law, you’re happy too soon!
"12.5 million."
Without much pause, Zhou Wang immediately gave another bid, glancing at Guo Bing with some deeper meaning.
He’s mocking me!
Feeling insulted, Guo Bing without thinking shouted, "13 million!"
"Brother Bing..."
Shao Xiaoqi and others nearby couldn’t sit still and wanted to persuade him.
The McLaren P1’s highest price at its peak was about this much, such a damn waste...
What if Zhou Wang suddenly stopped bidding?
But they clearly misunderstood Zhou Wang.
"14 million."
Without any hesitation, as soon as Guo Bing finished speaking, Zhou Wang’s voice sounded.
"God damn it..."
A bit broken, Guo Bing couldn’t sit still, his lazy expression now gone, replaced by a slightly fierce look.
This damn Zhou Wang was doing it on purpose, who bids like that?
You drive an 812C yourself, don’t tell me you don’t know the market!
This was obviously targeting him.
At this point, Yu Fei was already dazed by the string of surprises.
million...
If this deal really went through, wouldn’t it mean he not only didn’t lose but made a profit?
Whoa!
"Forget it, Brother Bing... It’s irrational to bid more."
Shao Xiaoqi hurriedly pulled Guo Bing, afraid he’d impulsively shout a higher bid.
"Don’t worry, I’m not that stupid!"
Guo Bing glared fiercely at Shao Xiaoqi, then looked at Zhou Wang with a sneer, "Alright, Zhou Wang, you’re something, the car is yours. Ha, 14 million for a discounted McLaren P1, indeed a bumpkin is a bumpkin, doesn’t know how to spend money!"
"Punk, I know you’re upset, but no need for personal attacks, right?"
Zhou Wang raised an eyebrow, "Is that how you talk to your elders?"
"Who the hell is your elder?"
Guo Bing stopped pretending, cursing directly, "Zhou Wang, you might swagger in Ming City, but I’m telling you, you’d better never come to Magic City in your life, or I’ll make sure you’re dead!"
"Guo Bing!"
As the furious Zhang Zhiyuan was about to act, Zhou Wang chuckled as he stopped him.
"No problem, let him curse, it’s useless to intervene, I’ll just let his father educate him..."
"Huh?"
Zhang Zhiyuan was puzzled, and everyone else found it baffling.
"You know my father? Quite the act!"
Guo Bing only thought it was amusing.
Zhou Wang didn’t say much, just took out his phone and directly dialed a number, putting it on speaker and turning up the volume.
The call quickly connected, and the same hearty laughter echoed from the speaker, resonating clearly in the quiet lounge,
"Hello, Brother Zhou? Hahaha, why are you calling me so soon again..."