Zhao Haoqiang, with a face full of indifference and bursting with pride, came up to Ye Fan and looked him up and down. Noticing that Ye Fan looked somewhat familiar, he said, "You look really familiar to me. Have we met somewhere before?" After speaking, Zhao Haoqiang turned his head and caught sight of the Ducati Demon on the ground, a flicker of surprise crossing the corner of his eye.
Zhao Haoqiang recognized this kind of motorbike and knew it was valuable. Now, looking at Ye Fan and An Feng again, his expression had changed significantly. He knew that anyone willing to spend more than two hundred thousand yuan on a Ducati Demon was no simple character, as that amount of money could buy a pretty decent car. Only the wealthy would purchase such a thing.
"Zhao Haoqiang, Zhao of Zhao Zilong, Hao of H-A-O, Qiang of strong," Zhao Haoqiang introduced his name with quite a swagger and then asked Ye Fan, "I don't know your name, brother?"
