The young man asked, "Is that flame-red Audi R8 I had my eye on still being held for me?"
The waiter flashed an extremely seductive smile and said delicately, "Mr. Zhang, it's being held for you. That flame-red Audi R8 you're interested in, how could I dare to sell it to someone else? Right this way, please."
The waiter gestured toward Section B.
"You know what's up," Mr. Zhang said cheerfully, casually handing the female waiter a stack of red bills.
Flame-red.
Lin Tian overheard these crucial three words from the female waiter's mouth.
He distinctly remembered that when he wanted a flame-red car, the waiter said they didn't have one, but now that Mr. Zhang had arrived, she immediately said they had reserved a flame-red car for him.
Why sell it to him and not to me, Lin Tian thought to himself, seething with anger, fists clenched.
