My master gave me a death mission: to go down the mountain and retrieve his granddaughter.

The Mercedes-Benz sedan came to a steady stop in front of "Tianchen Luxury Car Club". Su Muchen got out of the car, his simple casual clothes accentuating his tall figure, but his expression was calm and indifferent.

Xiaoru followed closely behind, looking at the Rolls-Royce, Bentley and other top luxury cars displayed in the store, and then thinking about the Mercedes she drove to the sales office, she couldn't help but feel a little awkward.

"Mr. Su, should I call Boss Chen first and let him know?"

"No need, it's just buying a car, no need to trouble him."

Su Muchen waved his hand and stepped straight into the store.

As soon as you step into the store, you are greeted by soothing light music and a faint fragrance, but the staff who greet you are not enthusiastic at all.

A young salesman, dressed smartly but acting nonchalantly, walked over.

The young salesperson sized up Su Muchen, noticing that he was dressed in simple casual clothes, and Xiao Ru, who was following behind him, was also in a business suit and driving an ordinary Mercedes. A mocking smile immediately appeared on her lips.

"Are you two here to look at cars?" The blond-haired salesman crossed his arms and spoke dismissively.

"The lowest-priced cars here are in the million-yuan range. If you just want to browse around, I suggest going to the used car dealership across the street; they have lower barriers to entry."

Xiaoru's face darkened, and she was about to retort when Su Muchen gently pressed her arm, his gaze calmly sweeping over the vehicles in the exhibition hall.

"We're here to buy a car, not just to browse around."

"Buy a car?" The blond-haired man scoffed as if he'd heard the biggest joke in the world.

"Kid, stop trying to look rich. With your outfit and that Mercedes you drive, you think you can afford a car here? I think you've come to the wrong place."

Several shop assistants nearby heard the commotion and cast curious glances, but none of them came forward to serve the customer.

Just then, a fragrant breeze wafted by, and a young woman wearing a miniskirt and heavy makeup walked over arm in arm with a bald middle-aged man.

The woman's diamond necklace glittered dazzlingly, she carried a Hermès bag, and her fingers were adorned with numerous diamond rings.

The middle-aged man wore an ill-fitting suit, carried a briefcase under his arm, and wore a large gold chain around his neck and several gold rings on his fingers, constantly displaying his nouveau riche air.

This middle-aged man is Zhang Fugui, a well-known developer in Nanjiang City. The woman beside him is Lin Weiwei, his mistress whom he recently started keeping. Because she has some money from contracting projects, she is extremely arrogant.

As the heavily made-up Lin Weiwei passed by Su Muchen and his companion, she looked at them with disdain and spoke in a sharp tone:

"These days, any Tom, Dick, or Harry dares to come to a luxury car dealership? With his outfit, he thinks he can buy a luxury car? It's laughable. Is he just here to take pictures and post them on social media to show off?"

Lin Weiwei's voice wasn't loud, but it was just loud enough for the people around her to hear clearly.

Upon seeing the two enter, the young salesperson immediately approached them enthusiastically, smiling obsequiously at the middle-aged couple:

"Mr. Zhang, Ms. Lin, welcome! We just received a Bentley Flying Spur today. Would you like me to give you a detailed introduction?"

"Xiao Zhou, this is where you're wrong. How can you let just anyone in? Anyone who can buy a car from your store must be worth at least tens of millions, like my brother Zhang."

After Lin Weiwei finished speaking, she leaned closer to Zhang Fugui and deliberately rubbed her two large breasts against Zhang Fugui's arm, making Zhang Fugui feel itchy and unable to resist patting Lin Weiwei's pert buttocks.

"Oh dear, Brother Zhang, you're so mean! There are still people here."

Lin Weiwei pretended to be frightened and snuggled against Zhang Fugui, exuding a seductive charm.

"You slutty hussy, I'll feed you properly when we get back."

Lin Weiwei was Zhang Fugui's mistress, whom he had only found half a month ago. During this time, Lin Weiwei had been taking good care of him, so as a reward for her, he specially brought her here today to buy a car.

"Xiao Zhou, the Bentley Flying Spur is indeed nice, but since you let just any Tom, Dick, or Harry into your store, I seriously suspect that the luxury cars in your store are fake."

Zhang Fugui fiddled with the large gold chain around his neck, glancing meaningfully at Su Muchen.

The young salesman naturally understood Zhang Fugui's meaning, turned to look at Su Muchen, and his face instantly turned gloomy.

"Why aren't you leaving? Don't keep bothering Mr. Zhang and his team while they're looking at the cars. If you delay our business, can you afford to compensate us?"

Su Muchen frowned slightly, his eyes suddenly turning cold:

"Is this how your store treats its customers?"

"A client?" the blond-haired man scoffed.

"You dare call yourself a customer? Get out of here, or I'll call security!"

"How dare you!" Xiaoru could no longer contain herself and shouted angrily. "Do you know who he is? This is your boss's distinguished guest!"

"The boss's VIP guest?"

The blond-haired man laughed so hard he almost fell over. It was as if he had heard the biggest joke of the century.

"Him? Our boss's VIP guest would dress like this and drive a beat-up Mercedes? Young lady, don't brag. Be careful, or our boss will find out and you'll be in big trouble."

The elderly couple and their young wife also joined in the commotion, to which Zhang Fugui said disdainfully:

"Young people these days love to put on airs. Do you think luxury cars are so easy to buy? If you don't have hundreds of millions in assets, how dare you step into this place and call yourself a distinguished guest of Boss Chen? Do you even know who Boss Chen is? Even I, Zhang, find it difficult to meet Boss Chen."

Lin Weiwei seemed to have found amusement. She deliberately walked up to Su Muchen, looked him up and down, and spoke in a sarcastic tone:

"Handsome, no offense, but if you want to act rich, you should at least dress yourself up a bit. All your clothes and shoes combined don't even amount to a fraction of the price of one of my bags. And you want to buy a luxury car? You should go back to work hard and save up enough money before you start dreaming."

Seeing that Zhang Fugui and the other man were speaking up for him, the young salesman immediately stepped forward and smiled obsequiously:

"Boss Zhang, Miss Lin, you're absolutely right! This poor bastard is just trying to ride on my coattails. I'll kick him out right now."

"Smack..."

A crisp slap rang out, and the arrogant young salesman was sent flying several meters away, crashing heavily to the ground.

"vomit……"

The young salesman who fell to the ground spat out a mouthful of blood, which also contained three teeth.

The young salesman looked on in disbelief as he saw that all his teeth had been knocked out.

"Li...Li dared to hit someone, my teeth..."

The young salesperson pointed at Su Muchen with a wronged expression, his words slurred.

"Slapping you is too lenient. If you can't speak properly, shut up. If you keep babbling, I'll throw you out."

Originally, Su Muchen was too lazy to bother with such a snobbish guy, but this young salesman had humiliated him time and time again, and he couldn't stand it anymore, so he took action to teach him a lesson.

"Kid, you're in big trouble. You dared to cause trouble in Boss Chen's shop and even beat up his employees. You'd better prepare to face Boss Chen's wrath."

Zhang Fugui never expected that this young man would dare to make a move. The owner behind this store is a top big shot in Nanjiang City, someone no one dares to mess with.

At this moment, Xiaoru was already secretly sending a message to Chen Tianfang. The situation here had escalated, and if Chen Tianfang didn't come, things would be difficult to resolve.

"Help! Where are the security guards? Where the hell are they?"

The young salesman struggled to his feet and shouted for help.