Chen Peijun's face immediately turned cold, while Wan Tao chuckled and said, "I heard it from Peijun. He ran into Qin Hai on the street yesterday, and that kid seemed to be driving a Land Rover; he must have struck it rich."
"Impossible!" Chen Liang flatly denied. "I ran into him just two months ago, and he was still hauling bricks at a construction site at the time. I heard from their foreman that the kid was only making a hundred yuan a day. How could he possibly afford a Land Rover? It's most likely someone else's car. That kid is probably just borrowing it to show off."
As he spoke, Chen Liang pulled a car key out of his pocket, which happened to have a Land Rover logo on it, and said proudly, "My car is a Land Rover, worth over half a million on the road. Do you guys think Qin Hai could buy a Land Rover just by hauling bricks? Unless that kid won the lottery, but the chances of that are incredibly slim. With his kind of character, I don't think it's very likely."