The system gave me ten trillion yuan to force me to become a male god

Although the Ferrari showroom occupies a large area, very few people can actually come in to see the car.

After all, there are still relatively few rich people who can receive invitations or have proof of assets, and it is impossible to gather together and appear at this kind of auto show like going to a market.

When the young woman shouted, it immediately attracted the attention of all the surrounding guests.

They all looked at him curiously and concernedly, not knowing what happened between Zhou Chen and the young woman.

"Ma'am, if you have any questions, please tell me, and please don't disturb other guests." A male Ferrari employee immediately came over and said politely.

The young woman was even more unreasonable now, and directly scolded very contemptuously: "I ask you, does this exhibition hall have strict management of personnel entering and exiting?"

"Yes, ma'am, don't worry, we won't let idlers wait in and affect your car buying experience."

The male employee spoke quite politely, and this attitude made the young woman feel even more swollen. Holding the middle-aged man's arm, she proudly raised her head and said, "Then what's going on with this person, why did he appear here, what do you think? The kind of person who looks like he can afford a Ferrari."

"This..." The male employee looked at Zhou Chen with a hesitant expression for a moment.

Luxury sports cars are naturally considered luxury goods, and people in the luxury industry generally have a pair of eyes to identify financial resources.

So this person could tell at a glance that Zhou Chen and Su Ying's clothes were very cheap, and the two together couldn't afford a Ferrari tire.

How these two people got in, he really didn't know. Did the colleagues who manage the entrance and exit make mistakes and neglect their work?
"If you have any problems, just drive them out. Staying here will affect the customer's mood of buying a car." The middle-aged man finally interjected.

Originally, when he was outside just now, he almost wanted to fight with Zhou Chen, although he was stopped by Xiaosan and gave him a sense of superiority persuasion.

But seeing Zhou Chen again at this time, the middle-aged man was still angry.

How dare a young man in his early 20s talk to him so unceremoniously? If he really wanted to care about it, he could definitely arrange Zhou Chen, a college student, by using his connections.

Not only will he be beaten up within a few days, but after finding out the school the other party attends, and when Zhou Chen graduates and wants to work in the society, he will encounter secret obstacles from middle-aged men.

This means that if you don't see blood, you can't live, you can't die.

"Mood to buy a car?" Zhou Chen, who had been silent all this time, suddenly laughed.

Su Ying stood beside Zhou Chen calmly, looked at him adoringly, and was ready to wait for Zhou Chen's performance.

After seeing that the senior transferred 1000 million for herself, Su Ying already understood in her heart that Zhou Chen is definitely a super rich second generation.

The assets owned by the other party may be a number that I can't even think of.

"You want to buy a car? What about my car buying mood? How can you pay for it being affected by you?" Zhou Chen said loudly.

The noise of two consecutive groups of people, one in front and one in back, naturally attracted the manager who was still at the workbench.

There was no way, after learning about Zhou Chen's situation, the figure of this low-key rich second generation instantly became very conspicuous in his eyes, so much so that the manager had been secretly observing him.

I'm afraid that some blind employee under him will judge people by appearance again and offend him.

"How do you feel about buying a car?" The middle-aged man sneered and said, "Just you, a poor boy, dare to buy a car, let me tell you! The cars here are all Ferraris. If you sell your old house, it will only be worth one." down payment."

"That's right, how dare you come here to play tricks on us." The young woman lifted up her cuffs, revealing a Ms. Cartier watch and laughed, "Look, does this look like your one-year tuition fee?"

"Everyone, I'm sorry, I don't know what happened? I hope everyone can calm down." Seeing that the conflict seemed to escalate further, the manager hurried all the way over and persuaded him kindly.

When the middle-aged man saw the manager coming, he immediately became more arrogant, showing a domineering face: "Manager Song, I was planning to order a Ferrari Roma from you today, but the environment in the showroom is too bad, what are you doing? Yes, letting such irrelevant people into the exhibition hall directly affected my mood of buying a car, you can figure it out, and where to buy a Ferrari is not important to me."

The young woman's eyes lit up immediately, her smile was extremely bright, and her strength in hugging the middle-aged man's arm also increased a little, wishing she could stuff the whole man into her arms.

Manager Song was taken aback.

The implication of the other party's words was to force himself to drive Zhou Chen away on the spot, so that this college student would lose face.

But you just ordered a Ferrari Roma with a recommended price of 238 million, and you want to let yourself figure it out?To offend a rich second-generation big client like Zhou Chen?
Want to eat fart!

Manager Song knew the identity of the middle-aged man in front of him, Ye Zhonghao, the third son of the owner of Ye's company.

Although he returned from overseas gilding, he is essentially a dude who knows nothing. Relying on his father's money, he is still in his 40s and idles around all day. He is either looking for a mistress or a young model in a club.

The strength of Ye's company in Hangzhou is in the third-rate echelon, with assets of five or six billion, which seems a lot, but it is all controlled by Mr. Ye, and his three sons don't have much money on hand.

Like Ye Zhonghao, with all the money on his body added up, it is estimated to be five or six million, which is impossible, how can it compare with Zhou Chen.

"Manager, if you kick him out, we'll book a car with you directly!" The young woman looked at Zhou Chen and sneered completely undisguisedly: "I believe you are a smart person and know what to do."

At this moment, the young woman's heart is full of pride and refreshment. This is the power of money.

Although it is not her money, as long as she gets close to the owner of the money, she can use money to suppress people!Make others bow their heads and lose their dignity.

"Sir, what do you think?" The manager glanced at Zhou Chen and asked hastily.

Zhou Chen showed a sunny smile: "Does your rule mean that you can drive people away by ordering a car? Okay, then I will order this Ferrari 812 next to you, and add a Roma, you two get out of here now." .”

Ye Zhonghao and the young woman were stunned at the same time. Can this guy still say such tough words?who gave him courage.

"Manager Song, take it and swipe your card." Zhou Chen handed out the bank card with a calm expression on his face.

Manager Song hurriedly accepted it. No one else knew, but he knew very well that there was a total of 1000 million in this bank card, which was enough to pay for the two Ferrari models that Zhou Chen ordered.

"Okay, I've already paid, when are you two planning to get out?" Zhou Chen looked at Ye Zhonghao and smiled provocatively.