Chapter 98: Chapter 97: President Fang Is What You Call Low-Key
"Holy crap! Old Fang—no, President Fang—is actually scrap collecting?!"
"What’s the deal? He buys the company but doesn’t manage it, and goes scrap collecting instead? What kind of weird hobby is that?"
"Are you stupid? Can’t you see it? I’m telling you, I knew from the start there was more to President Fang than ets the eye. Forget everything else, just look at his face—he’s got the classic look of a super-rich heir!"
"Yeah, yeah, he’s definitely a super-rich heir, no doubt. Look, look, President Fang’s going downstairs! Let’s get to the window and watch. I bet he drove here in a Benz!"
Watching Fang Chenyi finish his scrap collecting and take his woven bag into the elevator, everyone in the office burst into discussion. For a mont, no one paid any attention to Old Wang.
As the newly appointed general manager, Tang Ying paid no mind to everyone gossiping during work hours. The reason was simple: the guy was already the first one at the company window, peering down.
If Fang Chenyi was really so rich heir, Tang Ying would be the first to be skeptical.
The reason was simple. He rembered a ti when that guy, Fang Chenyi, had eaten nothing but instant noodles for half a month just to buy his sister a phone. He couldn’t stand watching and had lent the guy two hundred, which he never even had him pay back.
Just as Tang Ying and the other employees were lost in their wild speculation, Fang Chenyi’s carefree figure appeared downstairs, walking with a slight swagger.
"Oh, quick, look! President Fang’s coming out!"
"Hey, you guys see that? That black car out front, that’s a Benz, right? No question about it, that’s gotta be President Fang’s car!"
Following his pointed finger, the crowd looked and sure enough, there was a rcedes S-Class parked on the curb. A car like that wasn’t cheap; it had to cost over a million, at least. More importantly, Fang Chenyi was heading right for it, woven bag in hand. It looked like the car was his. President Fang really was a rich heir, no doubt about it.
But to everyone’s absolute astonishnt, when Fang Chenyi reached the rcedes S-Class, he didn’t pull out a key. Instead, he took a trash grabber out of his woven bag and nonchalantly picked up a water bottle lying next to the car.
And he didn’t just pick it up; the crowd watched in disbelief as a look of pure satisfaction and enjoynt washed over his face.
At this sight, the onlookers nearly collapsed. This was just too... What on earth was this weird hobby?!
After picking up the bottle, the guy didn’t get into the rcedes; instead, he walked off in the opposite direction.
"Damn, so that car isn’t President Fang’s?"
"Uh, that can’t be right. I just checked. Besides that Benz, there aren’t any other cars on this street worth over a million."
Fang Chenyi’s Bugatti was parked right behind a van. Its body was very low, and from their angle in the office, the view was obstructed, so none of them had seen the supercar.
Seeing the crowd break into another round of discussion, Tang Ying felt completely baffled, but also sowhat relieved. ’If Fang Chenyi really drove a Benz, that guy would be hiding himself way too well!’
He turned and clapped his hands. Once he had everyone’s attention, he said:
"Alright, alright, back to work, everyone. You all know President Fang’s character, don’t you? Does having money an you have to buy a luxury car? That’s so shallow. Do you think President Fang is as shallow as us? He invests his money. A car? As long as it runs, it’s good enough. You all should learn a thing or two."
Hearing this, the employees all nodded in agreent. Just as Tang Ying said, many of them had worked with President Fang for one or two years. When had they ever seen him spend money recklessly?
And yet, he had quietly bought the entire company. Could you really say he didn’t have money? Of course not.
So this, they realized, was the true mark of a boss.
However, just as everyone was nodding in agreent, a sudden roar like a wild beast erupted from outside.
Hearing the thunderous roar, everyone’s eyes snapped back to the window. A black supercar was now slowly cruising down the road.
"Holy crap! A Bugatti Veyron! My god, that’s gorgeous! Since when did Qinhuang Island have a car like this?! So badass! That thing has to start at ten million, at least!"
Just as a male colleague finished speaking, a disdainful voice cut in. He waved his phone at the first speaker and said:
"Ten million? You don’t know jack. What do you think this is?"
All eyes turned to the phone in his hand, and they froze. The reason was simple: the phone’s wallpaper was a picture of the exact sa supercar down below.
"See? I use this car as my lock screen. If that car out there is the real deal, your ’ten million’ would only be enough to buy a few of its wheels!"
His words stunned every colleague in the room:
’Ten million only buys a few wheels? My god, don’t tell
that car is worth over a hundred million!!’
The colleague with the phone nodded smugly, looking as proud as if they were all discussing his own car:
"Bingo! You guessed it. The car on my phone is the Bugatti La Voiture Noire, a one-of-one global exclusive. It has a list price of 12.5 million US dollars, and that’s just the list price. The actual transaction price could very well be double that. The most important thing is that there’s only one in the entire world!"
WHOOSH...
The crowd was so shocked by the number they were left speechless. A car worth over a hundred million... What kind of person could possibly afford to drive that?!
With that thought, no one paid any more mind to their smug colleague. Instead, they all pulled out their phones and started snapping pictures of the supercar still cruising slowly outside.
Are you kidding? They might only see a supercar like this once in their entire lives. It would be a total waste not to hurry up and take a picture to commorate the mont.
The colleagues with the quickest fingers had already sent out several social dia posts.
’Just saw a supercar worth over a hundred million with my own eyes! Wow, wow, wow, it’s absolutely gorgeous! Say no more, here are the pics! Pics!’
They watched the supercar cruise for another hundred ters before it suddenly pulled over and stopped at the side of the road.
At this, everyone mashed the shutter buttons on their phones, trying to get more pictures. It was a sha, though—the car had stopped in a less-than-ideal spot. Next to the passenger side were two large dumpsters. They’d have to blur those out of the photos later..
Just as everyone was trying to find an angle that didn’t include the dumpsters, the supercar’s scissor doors suddenly swung high. The crowd was once again captivated by the stunning display.
But in the next instant, a familiar-looking woven bag erged from the car, followed by an all-too-familiar figure stepping out from behind the raised door.
[To be continued...]
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