42: Chapter 42 The Two Hundred Million Yuan Property King Paid in Full

Fang Jiming threw the paper cup into the trash can next to him and pulled that black card with no bank logo from his pocket.

"Swipe the card. I want that two hundred million King of Buildings."

"The password is six zeros."

Several sales staff who were explaining things to customers stopped their actions and turned their heads in unison.

The fat on Mr. Sun's face twitched twice. He slapped the sofa armrest and laughed until he leaned backward, his gold chain rattling around his neck.

"You dare to show off a membership card from some bathhouse? If you can swipe ten thousand yuan from this piece-of-trash card, I'll swallow this crystal coffee table whole today."

The internet celebrity face covered her mouth and laughed, drawing circles on Mr. Sun's chest with her fingernails.

"Daddy, stop teasing him. What if he cries? It wouldn't look good."

Senior Consultant Wang Li walked over with her arms crossed.

"Fine, you want to die knowing exactly why, right?"

She grabbed the black card from the coffee table and waved it at Fang Jiming.

"I'm going to swipe it at the finance machine right now. As soon as the insufficient funds alert sounds, I'll have security escort you to the police station and charge you with fraud."

Lin Xiaoxiao's eyes turned red, and she stepped forward to tug on Fang Jiming's sleeve.

"Sir, please stop. This isn't a joke. Senior Consultant Wang Li has connections in the company; she really will call the police."

Fang Jiming winked at Lin Xiaoxiao.

"Don't panic. Just treat me to a good meal once you get your commission."

Lin Xiaoxiao was stunned. Before she could respond, Senior Consultant Wang Li's voice already came from the finance counter.

"An amount with eight zeros and a password with six zeros. I want to see how many pennies this piece-of-trash card can actually cough up."

Senior Consultant Wang Li's finger pressed the confirm button, her mouth already curled into a mocking arc.

An electronic beep sounded through the lobby.

The gear at the top of the machine spun, spitting out a white transaction receipt.

Printed on it was a transaction amount of two hundred million, with the status: Successful.

Senior Consultant Wang Li stared at the numbers on the receipt, her finger still pressed on the confirm button, unable to release it.

A rough gasp squeezed out of her throat. Her legs went weak, and she collapsed backward behind the counter. The heel of her left high heel snapped with a crisp crack.

The door inside the lobby was pushed open.

Jiangjin Tianyu's Sales Director, Zhao Qiang, ran out, holding a tablet computer, his tie twisted over to his shoulder.

He rushed to Fang Jiming in a few strides, bowed, and said with a trembling voice.

"Mr. Fang, the full payment for the King of Buildings has arrived. Two hundred million, not a cent missing. I am Zhao Qiang, the general manager here. Thank you for choosing Jiangjin Tianyu."

Mr. Sun sat on the sofa, motionless. The teacup in his hand smashed onto the marble tabletop, splashing tea all over the internet celebrity face.

The internet celebrity face screamed and jumped up, but Mr. Sun didn't even look at her.

His twenty-million flat contract was still lying on the coffee table, its corners curled up, looking like a piece of scrap paper next to Fang Jiming's two-hundred-million receipt.

Fang Jiming pulled the black card back from Senior Consultant Wang Li's hand, shoved it into his pocket, pointed at Lin Xiaoxiao beside him, and looked at the sweating Zhao Qiang.

"Hand over all the paperwork for this property to this young lady. Count the two-hundred-million deal as her full performance."

Zhao Qiang opened his mouth, thinking, Damn that Senior Consultant Wang Li, how much money is this?

Fang Jiming added.

"If a single cent is missing, I'm holding you accountable."

Zhao Qiang nodded and bowed repeatedly.

"Mr. Fang, rest assured. From now on, Lin Xiaoxiao is our chief account manager at Jiangjin Tianyu, serving only you."

Lin Xiaoxiao covered her mouth, and tears fell.

The commission from a two-hundred-million deal was enough for her to buy a three-bedroom apartment in this city.

"Thank you, Mr. Fang. Thank you, Mr. Fang."

"You're welcome. Keep up the good work."

Fang Jiming walked to the sofa and looked down at Mr. Sun.

The gold chain around Mr. Sun's neck was completely silent now.

Fang Jiming reached out and pointed at the crystal panel on the marble coffee table.

"Mr. Sun, are you planning to steam or braise this coffee table? Do you need me to lend you a hammer to smash it up and swallow it?"

The flesh on Mr. Sun's face quivered. He pushed away the internet celebrity face beside him, sprang up from the sofa, and ran out the front door.

The internet celebrity face stumbled twice, couldn't steady herself, sat down hard on the wool carpet, and one of her false eyelashes fell off.

Senior Consultant Wang Li, slumped behind the counter, bit her lip, her broken high heel lying by her feet. She knew her career in this industry was over.

Fang Jiming finished signing the electronic contract and received the keys.

He pushed open the sales office door and hopped onto the shared bicycle at the entrance.

The security guard at the entrance jogged after him for two steps, bowed, and shouted.

"Take care, Mr. Fang."

Fang Jiming pedaled away and disappeared around the corner of the street.

Buying the house was only the first step.

He couldn't keep letting Teacher Wen Ruyan sit on the back seat of a broken electric scooter, exposed to the cold wind.

By the time he left Jiangjin Tianyu, the sun had already risen. While waiting at a red light at an intersection, Fang Jiming checked the navigation.

Less than five kilometers away, there was a maybach dealership.

Fang Jiming pushed down on the pedals and rode in that direction.

The dealership's glass curtain wall was as bright as a mirror. Inside, several luxury cars were illuminated by spotlights, their paint reflecting light so brightly it could blind someone.

Fang Jiming locked the shared bike to the iron railing at the entrance, wearing floral shorts and flip-flops, and pushed open the glass door.

Several sales staff who were chatting in the showroom fell silent at the same time.

A male salesperson with a name tag reading Li Wei frowned and walked over, blocking Fang Jiming.

"Sir, if you turn right out the door and walk straight for two hundred meters, there is a second-hand electric scooter market. Did you take a wrong turn?"

Fang Jiming stopped.

"I didn't take a wrong turn. I'm buying a car."

Li Wei looked him up and down and curled his lips.

"Buying a car? The cheapest accessory here is worth thousands of outfits like yours."

He pointed to the two-tone maybach in the center of the showroom.

"That custom-edition one just arrived. It costs fourteen million to drive off the lot. If you get this close and scratch the paint, you won't be able to afford the repairs even if you tighten screws for the rest of your life."

Fang Jiming looked where he was pointing. Black and silver two-tone, disc wheels, the front of the car pressing against the light—the whole vehicle exuded a sense of intimidation.

"That's the one."

Fang Jiming withdrew his gaze, pulled the black card from his pocket, and handed it over.

"Fourteen million. Swipe for full payment. I'm driving it away today."

Li Wei looked at the black card with no bank logo, his face full of impatience.

"You're bringing a toy card to our shop for fun? Do you think I'm a three-year-old?"

He turned his head and waved at the security guard.

"Escort this person out—"

Before he could finish, the office door at the back of the showroom was pushed open.

Sales Manager Zhang Hai walked out quickly, his phone still pressed to his ear, his face deathly pale.

He had just received a call from a friend at Jiangjin Tianyu, and the other side only said one sentence.

"The guy in floral shorts and flip-flops, paid two hundred million in full for the King of Buildings, black card, password six zeros. He might be heading your way now."

Zhang Hai hung up the phone and looked up, immediately seeing Fang Jiming's outfit. Then, seeing the black card in his hand, sweat instantly soaked through his shirt.

He shoved Li Wei, who was blocking the way, aside. Li Wei stumbled back a step and almost bumped into the display car.

"Get lost!"

Zhang Hai hurried two steps to Fang Jiming, took the black card with both hands, his fingers trembling.

"You are Mr. Fang, right? I am terribly sorry. This newcomer doesn't know any better."

Fang Jiming didn't answer; he just looked at him.

Zhang Hai swallowed, his voice dropping half a notch.

"You've taken a liking to this custom edition, right? I'll handle the car pickup procedures for you right now, and I'll personally oversee all the processes."

Li Wei stood to the side, holding his shoulder where he'd been pushed, his face full of confusion.

"Manager Zhang, have you lost your mind? This guy is clearly here to cause trouble—"

Zhang Hai backhanded Li Wei across the face, the sound of the slap echoing through the showroom.

"Shut up."

Zhang Hai shook his hand, not even looking at Li Wei.

"Mr. Fang just paid in full for the two-hundred-million King of Buildings at Jiangjin Tianyu an hour ago. Who the hell are you to block him here?"

Li Wei clutched his cheek, his legs went weak, and he sat down on the floor tiles. He looked at Fang Jiming with his mouth agape, unable to say a word.

Fang Jiming looked down at him.

"Can't afford to pay by tightening screws, right?"

Li Wei's face turned from red to white.

Zhang Hai ran back to the finance office, brought out a mobile card reader, operated it himself, and entered the password himself.

The prompt sounded; the fourteen-million deduction was successful.

Fang Jiming signed his name on the documents.

Zhang Hai handed over the car keys with both hands.

"Mr. Fang, the vehicle has been fully cleaned and inspected, and the temporary license plates are ready. You can drive it away at any time."

Fang Jiming took the keys and weighed them in his hand.

"The car is nice, but I have an additional condition."

Zhang Hai straightened his back.

"Please tell me. As long as our shop can do it, we won't hesitate."

Fang Jiming turned around and pointed to the wide road outside the glass door.

"Help me get a small electric scooter."

Zhang Hai thought something was wrong with his ears.

"Huh?"

Fang Jiming said it again.

"An electric scooter, the kind of two-wheeled electric bike that runs on a charge. I need it for work."

Zhang Hai blinked, his brain spinning three times before he confirmed he hadn't misheard.

Buying a fourteen-million maybach and requesting a two-thousand-yuan electric scooter as a gift.

But how could he dare to hesitate for even half a second?

"We'll give it, we must give it. I'll send someone to buy it immediately."

Zhang Hai kicked Li Wei, who was still sitting on the floor in a daze, in the leg.

"Why aren't you rolling over to the electric scooter city across the street to buy a top-spec one? It has to be white. If there's even the slightest mistake, you're packing your bags and leaving today."

Li Wei scrambled out.

Half an hour later, a white electric scooter was pushed into the showroom and parked next to the maybach.

Fang Jiming walked over, patted the scooter's seat, squeezed the brake lever on the handlebars, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Stuff it in the trunk."

Two salespeople worked together to shove the scooter into the maybach's trunk. The trunk lid wouldn't close, and the white handlebars poked out from the gap. Finally, they tied it three times with rope to barely secure it.

Fang Jiming opened the car door, sat in the driver's seat, and pressed the start button. The engine gave a low hum.

He rolled down the window and waved at Zhang Hai, who was standing at the entrance bowing.

"Thanks, Manager Zhang. The color of this electric scooter is nice. I'll come by often."

Zhang Hai watched the maybach drive out the front door, its trunk half-open, the white scooter handles swaying in the sunlight.

Li Wei stood by the showroom door frame, his left cheek still red. Watching the car disappear at the intersection, he muttered.

"A fourteen-million car hauling a two-thousand-yuan electric scooter..."

Zhang Hai didn't even turn his head.

"Shut up, go back and write a self-criticism."

Fang Jiming held the steering wheel with one hand and felt the keys to the sales office and the car keys in his pocket.

He had the house, he had the car, and he finally didn't have to scan for shared bikes every day to get to work.

He could ride an electric scooter.

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