At this point, no one dared to gossip about Jiang Chen any longer. After all, we're talking about ten million here—who would dare to speak carelessly? If they got stuck with the bill, they'd be dead meat.
Just then, someone else walked in through the door and saw Duan Yong, calling out, "Boss Duan, what brings you here? The matter with that car we discussed..."
Suddenly, the man caught sight of Jiang Chen, his eyes lit up, and he rushed over: "Ah, Mr. Jiang, you're actually here too, what a coincidence. The paperwork and invoice for that Lamborghini Aventador you bought the other day, I've just finished them. I was planning to deliver them to you, but here we run into each other—what are the odds. Here, take a look, it's blue, six million eight hundred thousand, and the license plate is Jinhai C...8888."
Seeing this man, Jiang Chen smiled; he recognized him—it was that Pang Dacheng, the manager from the dealership that night who sold him the Lamborghini.
