The private room was dead silent; everyone was shocked as they looked at Shen Qiang.
Only Zou Dong stared dumbfounded at the lobby manager, "Corvette? Over two million? Impossible! Shen Qiang is a pauper; he can't possibly afford such a luxury car."
"The keys! Yes, the keys!"
Zou Dong snatched the keys Shen Qiang had thrown on the coffee table.
When he clearly saw the Chevrolet logo on the right side of the car emblem, set in a red diamond frame, he was stunned.
"Holy shit! It really is a Corvette! America's treasured performance sports car!"
"So freaking awesome, a sports car worth over two million, utterly lavish to the point of explosion."
"Damn, driving a luxury car worth over two million, how much must his fortune be?"
