Chapter 83: Chapter 82: The Arrogant Wang Congcong
Principal Wang was speechless as he watched the rich kids beside him start smashing the van before he could even say a word.
’These really are a bunch of kids who’ve never faced any real-world consequences,’ he thought. He was sure of it. If they smashed this van in front of him today, headlines about the ’arrogant and domineering rich heir’ would be plastered all over the news tomorrow!
’Sigh... "God save
from my friends; I can handle my enemies myself." What the hell? This is sothing money could have easily solved. Why did they have to do sothing so stupid?!’
Just as Principal Wang had feared, the surrounding crowd watched the young n grabbing bricks and railings and relentlessly smashing them against a Wuling minivan. Imdiately, people started pointing and whispering.
"Hey, isn’t that Wang Xiaolin’s son, Principal Wang?"
"Wow, it really is him. Isn’t Baida their company? He’s so arrogant, smashing soone’s car like that. That’s just unbelievable. Give him a little money and he doesn’t know how to act."
Of course, even though they were pointing and whispering, the crowd was still composed of high-society types. They were all prominent figures, after all. So, despite their disapproval of the young man, none of them took out their phones to take pictures.
After all, they had to give his father, Wang Shoufu, so face. Otherwise, who knew when the man might decide to cause trouble for their businesses?
Principal Wang breathed a small sigh of relief when he saw that while everyone was chattering, no one had taken out their phone to record.
"President Wang, President Wang, what’s going on here... *pant*... *pant*... We’re sorry, we’re late, we’re late..."
Just then, the security captain, who had witnessed the scene from the surveillance room, finally ca running over with a team of guards.
Principal Wang saw them and gave a helpless shrug. "It’s nothing. My dog took a liking to the husky in that van, so they started smashing it..."
All the guards followed his gaze, their eyes landing on the Wuling minivan that was being smashed.
But when the security captain got a clear look at the van’s license plate, a headache instantly set in. ’Damn it,’ he thought, ’isn’t that the van the head of Louis Vuitton China drove over in? How could our mall’s second boss let soone smash it?’
For a mont, the guards hesitated, unsure if they should intervene. The head of Louis Vuitton was not soone to be trifled with. If these two titans clashed, it would be a case of "when elephants fight, it’s the grass that gets trampled." The ones who would ultimately suffer would be the grunts like them.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!"
However, just as the guards were hesitating, a furious roar echoed from a short distance away. A mont later, an incredibly handso—no, a drop-dead gorgeous—young man ca striding toward them, carrying two large bags.
As everyone watched in stunned silence, the young man brushed right past Principal Wang, still carrying his two bags. He walked up to the Wuling minivan in a few quick strides, lifted his right leg, and delivered three swift kicks.
The next mont, the three youths who had been gleefully smashing the van with bricks were sent flying.
THUD. THUD. THUD. After three heavy thuds, all three of them were on the ground, clutching their stomachs and howling in pain.
"ARE YOU FUCKING SICK IN THE HEAD?! WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU SMASHING MY CAR!"
The newcor was none other than Fang Chenyi, back from buying dog food.
Fang Chenyi, eager to buy the dog food quickly so he could get back to his ’scrap collecting,’ had found the pet store, bought two large bags of the most expensive brand without a second thought, and headed straight back to the elevator.
He just hadn’t expected to be greeted by a large crowd and the sound of loud CLANGING the mont he stepped out of the elevator.
Fang Chenyi, who had initially thought there was so spectacle to watch, pushed through the crowd only to see what the ’spectacle’ was: soone was smashing his van!
’How could he possibly tolerate this? Absolutely fucking not!’
He glanced at the three n wailing on the ground and frowned. ’These guys... they look familiar, don’t they?’
’Oh, right. They’re with that Principal Wang character.’
He glanced around and, sure enough, spotted Principal Wang standing behind him.
"Are you out of your mind? My van was parked just fine. What the hell is it to you? Let
tell you sothing. Your dad might spoil you rotten at ho, but out here, nobody’s going to put up with your bullshit!"
Even though he was facing Principal Wang, Fang Chenyi truly wasn’t afraid of the guy.
’It didn’t matter whether I had money or power now; I just couldn’t stand this guy. It wasn’t just a recent thing, either. I couldn’t stand him even back when I was broke.’
’"The Nation’s Husband"? My ass! Looking like that and he’s "The Nation’s Husband"? I’m telling you, you son of a bitch, I could grab any one of Xiao Youzi’s fans at random, and they’d be way better looking than you! Not only are they better looking than you, even *I* can’t compare to them!’
"President Wang, this is..."
Seeing Fang Chenyi fly into a rage, the security guard beside President Wang hurriedly tried to whisper Fang Chenyi’s identity to him.
But before he could finish, President Wang stepped forward and shoved the security captain aside.
"Uh, buddy, this is your van, right?"
"No shit. If it’s not my van, is it your fucking van?"
You couldn’t bla Fang Chenyi for swearing. After all, who could stay calm when their perfectly good vehicle was being smashed to pieces?
Hearing Fang Chenyi’s confirmation, President Wang nodded and gave a sowhat helpless shrug.
"Heh. I apologize for what happened to your van. But rest assured, I’ll cover the repairs. Or, if you prefer, I’ll buy you a new one, no problem. And the dog in the van... that’s yours, right? My Wang Keke has taken a fancy to it. Na your price, buddy."
"A new one? A new one, my ass! Do you have any idea how much this van costs? You think you can just replace it? Have you ever even *seen* a Wuling minivan with an 8.0-liter, quad-turbo W16 engine, you prick?!"
After his outburst, Fang Chenyi felt a bit confused. A series of question marks popped into his head.
’Who’s Wang Keke? His girlfriend? And she’s into my Er Gouzi? Talk about having weird tastes...’
"Haha, you’re quite the bullshitter, buddy. Why not just say it has a fighter jet engine? A W16? Bro, do you even know that’s a signature Bugatti engine? Heh. Alright, let’s cut the crap. Na your price. How about ten thousand? I’ll give you ten thousand for the dog."
"Heh. I actually do have a fighter jet engine. I installed it on my tractor back ho."
PFFT... HAHAHAHA.
Hearing Fang Chenyi’s retort, President Wang couldn’t help but burst out laughing. ’Damn, this guy really knows how to spin a yarn,’ he thought. ’A fighter jet engine on a tractor... Only he could co up with sothing that ridiculous...’
(To be continued...)
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