Chương 17: Enemies on a Narrow Road
Biên tập viên: EndlessFantasy Translation
The air in the hall froze.
"This is impossible…"
The young man panicked.
"Hubby, what are you afraid of? As long as the account has more than twenty thousand USD, it will give you such a warning. This is a kind of security guarantee, have you forgotten?"
His girlfriend comforted him.
"I didn't expect this slovenly man to have so much money, but I don't think his total assets will exceed 30,000 USD."
Everyone started discussing.
Ron's throwaway arm went straight to the front desk and said, "Move."
The two salesgirls stepped aside.
"What's so awesome about that? I don't believe you can buy it successfully—"
Ron glanced at her. "You're about to quit and start a roadside stall."
Then, no matter what she said, he aimed his smiling face at the camera.
He pressed the button for confirmation.
"Congratulations, facial identification is successfull. Pupil verification complete. Card swiping successful. The transaction amount is 1.2 million…"
The electronic female voice resounded in every corner of the hall.
Everyone was stunned.
What was going on?
How could someone like that buy a mansion? That was $1.2 million!
The two sales girls were stunned as well. They had worked for more than ten years, but they had never encountered such a situation before.
He was wearing flip-flops and a tank top. Hisentire body was covered in water and he looked extremely pathetic. Could such a person be a tycoon?
Isn't such a person dressed just like a typical homeless person?
Why did he come here to buy a house? Furthermore, it was the most expensive mansion in the trading hall. It cost 1.2 million USD.
Ron walked over to the saleswoman and glanced at Xiao Li, who was soaking wet.
Xiao Li instinctively used her large suit to cover herself up.
However, she realized that she shouldn't. This man was a nouveau riche, a nouveau riche with good taste. Why should she cover herself?
At that thought, Xiao Li took off her suit jacket. She was not wearing any underwear.
The perfect body was displayed before Ron.
However, Ron did not seem interested. He looked at another saleswoman and said, "Pretty lady, it seems like you're going to change your line of work. I also set up a stall by the sea. Welcome."
With that, he even extended his hand enthusiastically.
The saleswoman's lips twitched as she said, "Sir, you're really funny."
However, they still shook hands.
The next moment, Ron let go of his hand and headed straight for the couple.
The man's face had already turned pale.
How was this a freaking bronze tier player? He was a king!
"Let's begin your performance. We're all looking forward to it."
Naturally, Ron did not hold back.
He had no enmity with these people, but these people had mocked him from the moment he entered. Even a Clay Bodhisattva would be angered.
He did not plan to let go of this man who had been insulting him from the outside.
The young man's face twitched as he said, "Friend, you should spare people when possible. I was wrong. I was wrong."
"What do you mean by 'wrong'? What 'wrong'?! Didn't I say I wanted to buy a house before I entered?
Didn't I say that I wanted to buy a house from the start? "
Ron was furious.
"And you guys, you're all people who look down on others. So what if I'm wearing this? I'm just a street vendor. So what if I'm buying a house? You bunch of snobbish people."
He took out a crumpled ten dollar bill from his pocket and said to the young man, "Isn't it just money? If you have it, why can't I have it? If you can't do it, why are you betting with others that I can't?
If I made you say something like that, it's fine if you don't honor it, but you're a bastard. "
Ron activated his trash talking mode and stunned everyone.
"F*ck, you trash. You're nothing."
With that, Ron headed for the door.
He looked extremely confident.
"Hmph—"
The young man's girlfriend snorted and left.
Everyone was speechless. They had been scolded for no reason, but they could not retort.
Buying a house? What house? A man in sloppy clothes slapped everyone's faces.
Some even recorded everything that had happened and posted it online.
"Hey, wait a minute."
Ron had just walked out the door when he heard someone call out to him from behind.
Turning back, he saw that it was the young man's girlfriend who had laughed the hardest earlier.
He was a little surprised. What did this woman mean by chasing after him? Was she going to take revenge for her boyfriend?
"Hello, sir, how may I address you?"
The first thing the woman said was a question.
'I'm Ron, what, do you want revenge?'
"No—no—" The woman looked embarrassed. "I was blind just now. My name is Lina—can we be friends?"
After saying that, she extended her hand to express her goodwill.
Ron didn't offer his hand. She was obviously a gold-digging whore.
Ron said, "What, are you making friends with me now because you want to sleep with me?"
"What are you talking about? Am I such a casual woman?"
With that, she turned and ran away.
The moment she turned around, a name card fell to the ground.
How could Ron not understand?
He was excited. "This woman was practically free."
He held the name card in his pocket.
He did not plan to go home today.
He came to the door and asked, "Where is my trishaw?"
The two security guards looked at each other and said, "Mr. Ron, follow me."
The two security guards' attitudes changed drastically. They had learned everything that had happened in the lobby through the walkie-talkie.
Ron didn't want to make things difficult for them, so he followed them to the underground garage. His tricycle was parked in a parking spot.
However, a man was moving his trishaw and cursing.
"Who the f*ck is this? He actually placed a trishaw in a parking lot"
It was an old man.
"You guys can stay here. Don't follow me. I'll deal with it myself."
The two security guards had no choice but to retreat. They looked at the old man with pity.
"Mr. Ron, this is your parking ticket."
Before the security guard left, he did not forget to pass the receipt to Ron.
Ron came up to the old man with the receipt and said, "How do you move someone's car?"
"What's wrong with me moving the trishaw? What's wrong with you? Get lost—"
The old man looked at Ron with disdain.
It was as if he almost meant, "How can someone like you even dare talk to me?"
"Is this your parking space? How can you just move someone's trishaw?."
Ron continued, unmoved.
"This parking spot, are you sure it's for parking trishaws?"
"No matter who parked the car here today, I have to move it. Even if God is here, it won't work."
"Father, why are you here?"
At that moment, the elevator door opened. A young man stared at the old man and said.
When the young man looked at Ron, his expression changed drastically.
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