113: Chapter 109 Can't Stand Up Anymore

Zhang Qi looked at the transaction notification from the bank on his phone, his expression remaining as calm as still water.

Spending a massive sum of twenty million was as casual to him as stepping out to buy a jianbing.

He naturally slipped his phone into his trouser pocket and then turned to look at Manager Zhao beside him.

At this moment, Manager Zhao was still in a state of extreme excitement, his mind filled with the lucrative commission from this huge deal.

Zhang Qi hooked the corner of his mouth into a faint smile and spoke in a very casual tone.

"Manager Zhao, this yacht purchase is now complete."

"You can now continue dealing with what was happening just a moment ago."

Hearing this, Manager Zhao was visibly stunned for a moment, his eyes filled with confusion.

Under the impact of the huge surprise, he had long forgotten about Wang Chuan getting splashed with tea.

Now that Zhang Qi brought it up, Manager Zhao suddenly snapped out of it and slapped his thigh.

He quickly turned his head and looked at Wang Chuan, who was still slumped on the sofa.

"President Wang, what exactly happened just now?"

Manager Zhao asked, but his tone no longer held the absolute respect he had previously shown to an old member.

After all, Zhang Qi was now a top-tier big spender who could casually pay twenty million in full for a yacht.

Manager Zhao naturally knew which side to stand on now, and his attitude became strictly professional.

When Wang Chuan heard Manager Zhao's question, his pale face instantly flushed bright red.

He opened his mouth, but it felt like there was a stone stuck in his throat, and he stammered for a long time.

Yet he couldn't even manage a complete sentence, and cold sweat poured down his forehead.

If this were half an hour ago, he would have definitely jumped up, cursed, and insisted on getting his revenge.

But now, even if he were given ten times the courage, he wouldn't dare to utter another word.

Wang Chuan knew clearly in his heart that he had definitely misjudged the situation today.

He had been sailing smoothly in his business in Shenzhen all these years, and he had indeed become a bit arrogant.

Earlier, seeing such a top-tier beauty like Qian Mengsheng obediently clinging to Zhang Qi's side.

He couldn't help but feel an extremely intense sense of jealousy.

Once his mentality became unbalanced, he provoked Zhang Qi with his loose mouth, wanting to use the rules to make him lose face.

But he never expected that this time he had kicked straight into a titanium alloy steel plate.

The other party hadn't even blinked, casually dropping twenty million in cash to buy the yacht in full.

This kind of unfathomable and terrifying cash flow was simply not something someone of his level could afford to provoke.

Now that Zhang Qi had laid his true strength on the table, it formed an absolute dimension-reduction strike.

If he dared to be stubborn and confront him head-on now, it would be pure stupidity and asking for death.

Face was important, but compared to the livelihood and life he had worked so hard to build, it was nothing.

Wang Chuan swallowed hard and forced out a smile that looked even worse than crying.

"No, it's nothing."

"It's just that I wasn't careful and couldn't hold the cup steady, so I spilled the tea."

"It was a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding. It's my own fault for being careless."

As Wang Chuan spoke, he wiped the leftover tea from his face in a flurry.

He kept his head down, his eyes darting around, not even daring to glance at Zhang Qi or Qian Mengsheng.

This humble and submissive appearance was completely different from the arrogant and domineering posture he had displayed just moments ago.

Manager Zhao didn't know the cause or the sequence of events anyway.

Now that he saw Wang Chuan, the person involved, taking the initiative to say he had spilled it himself, he was naturally happy to play dumb.

After all, it was best if he could avoid getting involved in the conflicts between these big bosses.

"Since it's a misunderstanding, it's good that we've cleared it up."

Manager Zhao turned around with a face full of smiles and made an extremely respectful gesture for Zhang Qi to follow.

"Mr. Zhang, we will immediately arrange for a specialist to expedite your yacht purchase procedures."

"How about I take you to the pier now to see your new yacht?"

Zhang Qi stood in place, watching Wang Chuan, who was cowering like a quail, a flash of surprise appearing in his eyes.

He had originally thought this old guy would use his status as a local bully to continue causing some trouble.

He had even already calculated in his mind how he would deal with this guy next.

He didn't expect that Wang Chuan would change his face faster than turning a page, admitting defeat so cleanly and decisively.

However, since the other party had completely given in and even abandoned all pride.

Zhang Qi couldn't be bothered to argue with such a person; it would just lower his own status and was truly pointless.

"Fine, let's go see the actual thing."

Zhang Qi nodded indifferently, not sparing Wang Chuan another glance.

He reached out and naturally put his arm around Qian Mengsheng's slender and soft waist.

Qian Mengsheng leaned obediently into Zhang Qi's arms, her beautiful large eyes filled with admiration and infatuation.

The two of them, led by Manager Zhao with the obsequiousness of someone serving their ancestors, walked toward the pier outside.

Once the backs of Zhang Qi and Qian Mengsheng had completely disappeared outside the glass doors of the lobby.

The lounge area, which had been so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, instantly erupted into an uproar.

Those few bosses immediately gathered together, discussing everything intensely all at once.

"My goodness, today was truly an eye-opener; he's damn impressive."

"He swiped twenty million just like that; which deity has descended to earth?"

Everyone chimed in, their eyes filled with undisguised shock and curiosity.

Subsequently, everyone's gaze fell upon Zhou Zhihai with tacit agreement.

After all, Zhou Zhihai was the one who brought him, so everyone naturally felt he must know the background of this young man.

"Old Zhou, this isn't cool of you; you know such an awesome big shot and didn't give us a heads-up beforehand."

Zhou Zhihai looked at the crowd's thirsty-for-knowledge gazes and could only spread his hands with a bitter smile.

"Brothers, I really don't know; please don't make it hard for me."

"I've only met Brother Zhang once; he just bought one of my houses in full a couple of days ago."

"I saw that he had some real strength, so I thought I'd bring him over for everyone to meet."

"Who knew that this wasn't just 'some strength'—this is a deep-sea dragon."

Hearing Zhou Zhihai's explanation, everyone looked at each other, and their curiosity only intensified.

So young, handsome, and spending money like it's nothing.

This level of confidence and cash flow could absolutely not belong to an ordinary self-made entrepreneur.

"Do you think this might be the heir to some top family from Beijing or Shanghai?"

One of the bosses stroked his chin and threw out his speculation in a lowered voice.

This speculation was immediately echoed by the others.

In their view, only those super-rich families with a century of heritage could cultivate such confidence.

"That must be it; with this kind of top-tier young master coming out to experience life, we need to keep our eyes open in the future."

The crowd discussed it heatedly, their words full of reverence and sycophancy toward Zhang Qi.

Everyone was even secretly calculating how to get on good terms with this top-tier young master later on.

Meanwhile, Wang Chuan sat alone on the leather sofa in the corner.

The floral shirt on his body was still wet and clinging to him, looking extremely ridiculous and pathetic.

But he didn't even have the heart to go to the restroom to change his clothes; he felt as if all his strength had been drained away.

Wang Chuan picked up the cup of cold tea on the table and took a silent sip.

The bitter tea flowed down his throat into his stomach, but it was far less than the bitterness and regret in his heart.

Listening to the frantic flattery of Zhang Qi from his peers nearby, he felt like every word was a slap in the face.

Smacking hard against his old face, stinging with pain, leaving him with nowhere to hide.

He knew that he had lost all face today.

In front of so many acquaintances in the circle, he had been splashed with hot tea by a woman.

And in the end, he didn't even dare to let out a fart, forced to humble himself and act like a coward.

This incident would definitely spread through the entire wealthy circle of Shenzhen at lightning speed.

From now on, in this circle, he, Wang Chuan, would be completely reduced to a laughingstock.

Even in front of those friends who were previously inferior to him, he would no longer be able to stand tall.