A middle-aged man dressed in a black suit, wearing a large gold chain and a Rolex gold watch was chatting and laughing with a good-looking waiter not far away.
Hearing his wife's voice, he said irritably, "Who dares to compete with you."
Turning his head, the man's pupils shrank slightly when he saw Ouyang Xiaoya, and his voice stopped abruptly, a glint of greed and admiration flashing through his eyes.
For a man of his age, he actually preferred beautiful won, especially since he had everything that soone of his age should have, a successful career, and no shortage of money.
Looking at Ouyang Xiaoya's delicate features, the man wanted to show off a little and blurted out, "Beauty, I'll offer three tis the price for that bag, how about that?"
After saying that, he slightly gathered his montum, feeling smug, thinking that won all liked wealthy and unreserved n.
The wife of the nouveau riche middle-aged man also looked smugly at Ouyang Xiaoya, thinking disdainfully, "Hmph, my husband is rich, that'll shock you, little vixen."
She knew her man usually liked to pick wildflowers. At first, she was quite repulsed, but as a woman in her middle years, she had faded, nowhere near as attractive as the young girls, so as long as he didn't bring won ho, she couldn't care less and actually enjoyed the respectful attitude of those mistresses.
Ouyang Xiaoya only spared the other party a glance, frowning, and said to the waiter, "Please wrap it up for ; I'll take it later."
When Ouyang Xiaoya showed that globally accepted VIP diamond card, the waiter had completely ignored the middle-aged nouveau riche woman.
The waiter knew very well that this kind of VIP diamond card could not just be obtained by having money.
You need to have accumulated a total expenditure of ten million at this store, and have a distinguished status, to be eligible for a VIP diamond card.
Such a card cos with priority selection and private customization privileges at any chain store of this brand nationwide; a nouveau riche simply couldn't compare.
Seeing that Ouyang Xiaoya was unmoved, the middle-aged man chuckled to himself. He had seen plenty of beauties who acted cool and aloof. At first, they would act high and noble, but once you offered them enough money, they would imdiately change their expression to one of respectful flattery, just like commodities. If you couldn't afford it, they wouldn't give you the ti of day, leaving you with nothing but longing. But once you flashed enough cash, the beauty would imdiately throw herself at you, becoming your plaything.
To the middle-aged man, Ouyang Xiaoya, a woman with a higher quality than general beauties, was also this kind of 'price-tag woman.' In his eyes, the prettier a woman dressed, the more it ant she was trying to lure n.
"Beauty, five tis the price, what do you say?" The middle-aged man's voice was filled with confidence; the bag was priced over seventy thousand, offering five tis that made it three hundred thousand. Surely the beauty would be tempted and see him in a new light, right?
Ouyang Xiaoya found his voice extrely grating and frowned in disgust, saying coldly, "Sir, please show so respect, I don't care about money."
The middle-aged woman frowned and said sharply, "Oh, acting so high and mighty, as if you're so rich. My husband easily earns several tens of millions a year, hmph." Saying that, the middle-aged woman proudly lifted her head.
"How much you earn is none of my business, and no amount of money can buy what I like. Moreover, money is not the standard by which a person is asured." After saying that, Ouyang Xiaoya couldn't be bothered to entertain further and prepared to leave with her bag.
The middle-aged man couldn't let such a fine beauty slip away. Seeing her about to leave, he quickly followed and grabbed Ouyang Xiaoya's arm, saying, "Beauty, twenty tis the price, I can't offer higher, how about that?"
All he could think of now was to impress Ouyang Xiaoya with his wealth, then she would obediently beco his plaything.
Twenty tis the price was nearly over a million, but for soone like him earning tens of millions a year, it was nothing.
He was confident that such a price would tempt even A-list celebrities, let alone a beauty he thought had a plain background yet was more beautiful than a first-class star.
"Sir, please let go of imdiately!" Ouyang Xiaoya's voice turned icy.
The middle-aged man was unconcerned and said with a smile, "Beauty, don't be stubborn, think it over carefully."
"There's nothing to think about; let go now or I'm calling the police," Ouyang Xiaoya said, making no attempt to hide her revulsion toward the middle-aged man.
"Beauty, think about it, 1.45 million, you're at most a white-collar worker in a company, how much can you earn in a year? How about this, I'll pay twenty tis the price for the bag, and you co work in my company as my secretary, I guarantee I'll pay you an annual salary of over a million, what do you say?" the middle-aged man said confidently.
"Waiter, please call the police for ," Ouyang Xiaoya said to the waiter indifferently and firmly.
The middle-aged man's face changed, a hint of anger showing, and he pondered, "Miss, aren't you being a bit disrespectful? I, Zhang Zhongchu, am quite a well-known figure in Huadu."
"You're calling a miss? Your entire family are misses!" Ouyang Xiaoya glared at him.
"And take your hands off now."
The middle-aged man got even more embarrassed and annoyed, saying impatiently, "Beauty, don't refuse the toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit. I'm good friends with many top officials in the city."
The waiters nearby watched nervously, wanting to intervene but afraid to offend these important guests.
"Oh, I'm so tired." A languid, pained voice ca from the entrance; Lin Hai finally ca in, holding a bunch of stuff.
Ouyang Xiaoya heard Lin Hai's voice and imdiately said to the middle-aged man, "Please let go of my arm right away, my boyfriend has a rather volatile temper."
The middle-aged man looked at Lin Hai, noticed his arms were really muscular despite being laden with stuff, a hint of wariness flickered in his eyes, but he was still reluctant to let the catch slip from his lips.
Lin Hai had sharp ears and quickly assessed the situation, then put the stuff aside, unbuttoned his shirt and swaggered up to the middle-aged man with a grim and aggressive expression, "Hey, get your filthy hands off her!"
Seeing the intimidating scars on Lin Hai's chest and noticing his not-cheap clothes and the car keys hanging from his waist, seemingly no ordinary man, the middle-aged man grudgingly let go of Ouyang Xiaoya's hand and said, "I was just joking with this beauty."
Lin Hai deliberately flaunted the car keys.
The middle-aged man's pupils tightened when he saw the Maybach logo.
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