Chapter 201 The car was ordered by me.

Li Lei also lost his temper, rolled up his sleeves, and shot back:

"The way you're talking, it's as if you could afford it yourself?"

"What are you bragging for?"

"Don't tell me you're that mysterious buyer?"

Xia Wanqing's face also turned pale with anger as she stepped forward to speak up for Lin Chen:

"Exactly!"

"It's not even the car you bought, so why are you acting so tough here?"

"Acting like you're superior to everyone else, it's truly disgusting!"

Being ganged up on by the three of them, Wang Hao's face turned beet red.

He was so flustered his movements became clumsy, yet he still tried to maintain his Second-generation rich facade, stammering in retort:

"Th—This... although I didn't buy it, it... it was bought by my childhood friend, a top-tier Second-generation rich!"

"Our circle of Second-generation rich isn't something you ordinary people can understand!"

"You can't even get close to it!"

His eyes darted around as he put on a charitable front again.

With a hint of frivolity in his tone, he leaned toward the Xia sisters to curry favor:

"Wanqing, Wanrou, you're both so beautiful. What future is there in following a poor kid like Lin Chen?"

"Why not hang out with me instead? I'll introduce you to my Second-generation rich brothers."

"They're all wealthy and powerful. I guarantee you'll live the high life from now on, buying whatever you want. It's a hundred times better than suffering in poverty with Lin Chen!"

These words completely infuriated Xia Wanqing. She put her hands on her hips and retorted bluntly:

"I like Lin Chen, what the hell does it have to do with you?"

"I like the person, not the money!"

"Looking at your money-grubbing expressions, I bet your so-called brothers are just like you—useless bags of wine and meat. Aside from having money, they're nothing!"

These words made Wang Hao's face turn red and white in turns.

Shaking all over with rage, he pointed at Xia Wanqing, unable to squeeze out a complete sentence for a long time.

Finally, he could only roar:

"Y—You just wait! When my childhood friend gets here, just wait and see how he deals with you!"

"Then I'll let you know the consequences of offending a Second-generation rich!"

Watching Wang Hao's hysterical state, Lin Chen finally slowly looked up.

His tone remained calm, yet it carried an unquestionable aura.

His gaze swept over Wang Hao, and he spoke with a faint smile that wasn't quite a smile:

"Your childhood friend bought it?"

He took a light step forward, his aura instantly spreading out.

The mockery in his voice grew stronger:

"Who is it? Someone so capable that they could secure the only McLaren 650S in Asia?"

"Introduce us."

"So we can see for ourselves what this top-tier Second-generation rich you speak of actually looks like."

"In any case, we're certainly not your so-called childhood friend."

After saying that, the people around Lin Chen immediately burst into laughter.

The laughter was crisp and loud, sounding particularly piercing in the quiet supercar area.

It was a harsh slap to Wang Hao's face.

Wang Hao was shaking with rage.

Just then, a figure emerged from the crowd; it was the campus belle, Chen Qian.

She walked straight to the McLaren 650S and struck several elegant and cool poses for the surrounding cameras.

Letting the reporters snap away with their cameras.

Wu Gang recognized her at a glance and immediately waved his hand.

Calling out loudly:

"Sister Qian! Sister Qian, over here!"

Chen Qian heard the voice and turned her head.

Looking in the direction of the sound, her eyes lit up when she saw Lin Chen was also there.

Her eyes brightened, and she immediately finished her photoshoot.

She walked toward Lin Chen and the others with a smile:

"Lin Chen? You guys are visiting the auto show too?"

Seeing this, Wang Hao was instantly displeased.

He had been pursuing Chen Qian for so long, and she hadn't paid him any attention.

Now she was actually taking the initiative to greet Lin Chen and smiling so happily?

Thinking about how Lin Chen also had the Xia sisters by his side.

The jealousy and envy in his heart surged up all at once.

He felt like he had a chance to get back for the humiliation he just suffered.

He immediately interjected with a sarcastic remark.

Deliberately stirring up trouble:

"Yo, Lin Chen, not bad. Bringing two great beauties to the show and even having the campus belle greet you. Surrounded by beauties on both sides—quite the playboy, aren't you?"

"What, you don't dare respond to what I said earlier, so you're using beautiful women to distract us?"

Hearing this, Lin Chen only gave him a faint glance.

Without wasting any words on him, he turned and walked toward the staff member next to the McLaren 650S.

His movements were calm and elegant, and he didn't look at Wang Hao again the entire time.

That attitude of complete disregard made Wang Hao feel worse than if he had been cursed at.

Seeing this, Wang Hao immediately became smug and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"What?"

"I hit the mark, and now you're running away out of guilt?"

"Lin Chen, you're just a pretentious pauper!"

The surrounding people also looked over, some curious, some mocking.

The sounds of whispering and discussion rose and fell; everyone thought Lin Chen had been exposed by Wang Hao.

And was hiding out of guilt, not daring to respond.

The Xia sisters, Zhang Peng, and the others were also a bit anxious and subconsciously wanted to step forward to pull Lin Chen back.

But Lin Chen's steps were steady, showing no signs of panic.

He walked straight to the staff member, his aura retracting and then exploding; his tone wasn't gentle at all.

Only an unquestionable certainty remained:

"Hello, I reserved this McLaren 650S."

"I just heard you say that you haven't been able to contact me?"

The staff member was intimidated by his aura, and the professional smile on their face instantly froze.

They subconsciously straightened their back, their tone becoming cautious as they quickly nodded in response:

"Sir, you're saying you're the one who reserved it?"

"Could you please show me your ID so we can verify the information?"

"You didn't leave a contact number when you made the reservation, so we haven't been able to reach you. We're truly sorry."

Lin Chen didn't waste any more words and slowly raised his hand.

He pulled his ID from his pocket, his movements deliberate and unhurried.

Holding the edge of the ID between his fingertips, he gently handed it to the staff member.

His expression remained indifferent throughout, with no hint of showing off in his eyes, only a calm and domineering sense of being in control of everything.

That casual composure formed an extreme contrast with Wang Hao's hysteria and flailing.

The surrounding discussions subconsciously quieted down, and everyone's gaze focused on him.

Wang Hao stood there, the smugness on his face instantly freezing.

As if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him, he felt chilled from head to toe. He stared at Lin Chen in disbelief.

Muttering to himself:

"Impossible... This is impossible!"

"How could you be the one who reserved it?"

"You're just a pauper, how could you afford a four-million-yuan supercar?"

"You must have forged it!"

The staff member took the ID with both hands, not daring to be the least bit negligent.

They quickly pulled up the reservation information in the system and repeatedly checked the details on the ID against the system records.

Then they looked up to carefully size up Lin Chen. After confirming everything was correct.

Their face was instantly filled with a respectful expression as they handed the ID back with both hands.

Bowing slightly, their tone was humble and respectful:

"Mr. Lin, I am truly sorry!"

"The verification is complete. You are indeed the one who reserved this McLaren 650S!"

"Since you didn't leave a contact number, we haven't been able to notify you about the car collection. Please forgive us for any inconvenience caused!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the surroundings instantly fell silent.