The saleswoman, seeing Chen Yang arrive on a beaten-up bicycle, naturally assumed he was unfamiliar with the Brabus brand and blocked his way in with a look of disdain.
Her haughty demeanor seemed to place Chen Yang a million levels beneath her.
Seeing this, Chen Yang couldn't help but be amused.
He looked up at the elegant Brabus logo over the door, a large "B," and said to the saleswoman with a smile, "Aren't you guys just selling 'B' here?"
Selling 'B'...
Shit, we sell Brabus, and you actually say selling 'B'.
The corner of the saleswoman's mouth twitched as she was instantly filled with anger and made as if to kick Chen Yang.
But another salesperson nearby held her back and whispered a few words in her ear; only then did she storm off grumbling, "Hmph, what trash."
Chen Yang didn't mind and walked into the shop.
