Chương 11: Chapter 11: Who Is He?
"Who is this guy? He actually dared to hit someone? And that bodyguard of his is incredible!"
"Incredible or not, he's taken over our VIP seats. Does he even have an invitation?"
"No way, I'm going to kick him out. This seat isn't just for anyone to sit in."
In another corner of the showroom, the event organizers were whispering among themselves, caught off guard by the sudden appearance of Yang Huan and his group.
This was a highly anticipated car launch event for the company. They had spent a fortune renting a section of Harrods and invited numerous prominent media reporters. The entire company took the event very seriously, with the CEO himself attending the launch.
How could they allow this surprise guest to disrupt such a critical event?
"Wait!"
A distinguished older gentleman with gray hair, yet still exuding charm, stopped them from acting rashly.
Anyone familiar with luxury sports cars would easily recognize him. He was none other than Ulrich Bez, the CEO and the driving force behind Aston Martin, often featured in car magazines.
"Mr. Bez, he—" The manager in charge of the event tried to explain.
"I saw everything!" Ulrich Bez had witnessed the entire situation. "Since he's here, he's our guest. It's always best to be polite. Plus, with so many reporters and media present, let's not embarrass ourselves."
"But he's just some rich guy from China, and so tacky," the manager insisted, feeling that this person's flamboyant style clashed with the understated, sophisticated image of Aston Martin. Having him at the launch was a stain on the brand.
"And was that John Hunter any less tacky?" Ulrich Bez retorted immediately.
Despite being over sixty, Ulrich Bez looked more like fifty, with a strong, authoritative voice that commanded respect. Having led Aston Martin for ten years, no one in the company dared to challenge his authority.
Ulrich Bez was well aware that many British and European elites often viewed wealthy Chinese people as vulgar, but they never considered how many of their own wealthy citizens were even more tasteless and uncultured.
"Get ready, we're about to start," Ulrich instructed, then headed toward Yang Huan.
"Hello, I'm Ulrich Bez, CEO of Aston Martin. Welcome to our car launch event."
Yang Huan had been talking to Zhang Ning when the greeting came. He turned around, and seeing that it was a polite and charming gentleman, his impression was positive. He stood up, and after Zhang Ning translated, he responded, "Hello, I'm Yang Huan from China."
"I know. Just now, your bodyguard used Chinese kung fu," Ulrich Bez said with a smile.
From the bodyguard's skills, he could infer that this Chinese man was no ordinary person.
From the bodyguard's skill, it was clear that this Chinese man was no ordinary person.
Ulrich Bez was dressed in a simple, dark gray suit that looked quite ordinary, except for the Aston Martin logo on the collar. On his left wrist, he wore an exquisite mechanical watch, which also bore the Aston Martin logo.
His outfit was simple, without any flashy elements, but it gave off an air of elegance and taste.
Ulrich Bez had only come over to greet them and make introductions, but he left a good impression on Yang Huan. As Yang Huan looked back at the car on display, he found it increasingly appealing.
"What do you think?" Yang Huan asked Zhang Ning.
"Think about what?" she responded.
"This car—do you like it?"
Zhang Ning's heart skipped a beat. "W-what are you planning?"
"If you like it, I'll buy you one," Yang Huan said with a smile.
When it came to pursuing a girl, Yang Huan believed in playing to his strengths, and his biggest strength was his wealth.
Using material advantages to win over her pure heart, and ultimately capture her affections, was undoubtedly the best approach in his mind.
"I don't want it!" Zhang Ning hesitated briefly but quickly refused.
Every time Yang Huan tried to buy her something, she would decline. But every time, Yang Huan would still buy it and insist she accept it.
Each time, her heart would tremble a little.
Perhaps, faced with such overwhelming emotional and material advances, she wasn't sure how much longer she could hold out.
"When a woman says 'no,' she usually means the opposite," Yang Huan said with a smile.
On the stage, Ulrich Bez stepped forward with a microphone, receiving a round of applause from the audience.
"Welcome to the launch of Aston Martin's ONE-77. I'm Ulrich Bez!"
This introduction earned him another round of applause, showing the high regard the media and audience held for him.
"I always say that Aston Martin has its own history and tradition. Others can imitate our car designs, but they can never replicate our taste."
"I also often say that every Aston Martin car is a blend of fashion, art, and speed, each one a part of art itself, a collision of inspirations between forms of art!"
This statement received even more enthusiastic applause, clearly showing that many in the audience were die-hard Aston Martin fans..
"Art is eternal, but art is also a form of fashion, and fashion must always keep up with the times."
"So, after an extended period of development, with countless hours of effort and creativity, our team has finally produced our most breathtaking masterpiece yet—the ONE-77!"
As Ulrich Bez continued his speech, the pearl-white hardtop sports car on the center stage began to rotate, immediately becoming the focal point of everyone's attention.
Indeed, it was a work of art—an incredibly expensive one!
According to the elegant brochure that Yang Huan received from one of the staff, this car, the ONE-77, was a global limited edition of just seventy-seven units. Each one was handcrafted, and the price in the UK was set to be a staggering £1.5 million, making it one of the most expensive supercars in the world.
So, when Ulrich Bez officially announced the price of the ONE-77, the audience erupted in astonishment. The price was astronomical.
To put it into perspective, the Bugatti Veyron was priced around £700,000, less than half of the ONE-77's cost.
Even the die-hard Aston Martin fans who had received invitations and previously expressed interest in purchasing the car hesitated when they heard the price.
It was simply too expensive!
The atmosphere at the event grew awkward, and even the Aston Martin staff could sense the shift. Was this new car launch going to fall flat?
At that moment, Zhang Ning, who was standing beside Yang Huan, suddenly rose to her feet.
Her movement immediately drew the attention of everyone in the room.
"Miss, do you need something?" Ulrich Bez, sensing a potential savior, quickly approached her.
"My young master wants to order four of them!" Zhang Ning declared loudly in English.
"Four?"
Not only was Ulrich Bez stunned, but the entire room was left in disbelief.
One car cost £1.5 million, so four cars would be £6 million. Just like that?
"Who on earth is this guy?"
"So much money—£6 million!"
"My God, are all Chinese people this rich?"
The room was buzzing with chatter as all the reporters and media personnel turned their cameras towards Zhang Ning, standing there confidently, and Yang Huan, who remained seated behind her, looking as if £6 million was nothing to him.
"Miss, four cars?" Ulrich Bez asked again, confirming the astonishing request.
"Four cars!" Zhang Ning confirmed. "But we have a few conditions."
"Please, go ahead," Bez replied, recognizing the goldmine he had just stumbled upon.
"First, the transaction will take place in Southampton."
"That's fine."
"Second, we want the cars delivered as soon as possible—one in each color. Our young master has a hobby of collecting."
"No problem."
"Lastly, when our young master buys things…" Zhang Ning glanced at Yang Huan, who was grinning mischievously. Steeling herself, she continued, "Our young master only pays in RMB!"
Only pays in RMB?
The room erupted again. Buying cars in the UK, paying only in Chinese yuan?
"Is this Chinese man looking down on our British pound?"
"Is he deliberately trying to humiliate us?"
"Damn it, does he think he's the only rich person in the world?"
Amidst the growing agitation, Yang Huan remained unfazed, sitting calmly in his seat.
"No problem!" Ulrich Bez, being German, didn't see any issue with accepting RMB. After all, it was just a matter of currency conversion.
Of course, the main reason he agreed to Yang Huan's unusual demand was because of the size of the order—£6 million for four cars. Bez viewed this as a promising start.
Yang Huan stood up from his seat and said to Zhang Ning, "Tell them to send someone to our hotel to sign the contract."
With that, he led Sun Yue and Long Wu out.
Zhang Ning relayed Yang Huan's message to Ulrich Bez, provided the hotel address, and then hurried to catch up.
However, the twenty or so British reporters and media representatives had already realized this was a huge scoop. Unable to stop Yang Huan, they quickly surrounded Zhang Ning instead.
"Hello, esteemed guest from China, could you tell us more about your boss? What is his background?"
"Miss, can you please share what business your boss is involved in? Is he one of China's top billionaires?"
"Are you here in the UK for tourism, or are you planning to invest?"
"Why did your boss order four cars at once? Did you prearrange this deal with Aston Martin?.
The scene turned chaotic as dozens of reporters and camera crews crowded around Zhang Ning, bombarding her with questions. Microphones were shoved toward her like a barrage of fists, and camera flashes lit up behind her.
All of this left the young Chinese woman feeling overwhelmed, unsure how to respond. She had never imagined that, as just a translator, she would attract so much attention.
Faced with the crowd's questions and complicated inquiries, she could only offer one response: "I don't know!"
Ulrich Bez, accustomed to handling large events, stepped forward to stand beside Zhang Ning.
"Dear media and press friends, I can personally guarantee that there was no prior arrangement."
"We greatly appreciate your interest, and we will provide more details at a later time. However, for now, please refrain from harassing or disturbing our esteemed Chinese guest. Thank you!"
Saying this, Bez quickly called over the event manager and had staff escort Zhang Ning out of the reporters' circle.
Though Zhang Ning had left, the buzz surrounding Yang Huan continued to grow.
A young man in his early twenties, a mysterious Chinese tycoon who casually spent millions, and the earlier incident where his bodyguard had fought—this combination of factors was a goldmine for the UK's keen media.
Such an opportunity for sensational news was something they wouldn't pass up.
So, when Yang Huan and Zhang Ning both left the event, all the reporters followed suit.
At that moment, the ultra-expensive Aston Martin on display held no interest for them anymore.
There was only one question on the minds of the journalists:
Who is he?
And no matter what, they were determined to find the answer.
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