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Chapter 637: Black Card! Buy When You Say Buy!

Chapter 637: Chapter 637: Black Card! Buy When You Say Buy!

Hearing these words, Kim Won-jung lay on the ground, very unwilling to accept defeat. He struggled repeatedly, trying to get up, eager to challenge Chen Wei and Leng Qianqian again to see who was superior.

When had he ever suffered such humiliation?

However, no matter how hard Kim Won-jung tried, his struggles were to no avail.

The feeling that his bones were falling apart was something that even he, once hailed as the King of Fights during his school days, had never experienced before.

With each slight movement, the pain of his skin tearing apart surged to his brain, spreading through his body.

Kim Won-jung couldn’t understand how a woman like Leng Qianqian could have such strength in her kick. How could it be so powerful?

Or was it that he had grown weaker from fighting less lately, that his physical condition was deteriorating?

How could that be? He was only in his twenties!

Who exactly were those two people?

No matter their background, Kim Won-jung gritted his teeth, his jaw making crunching sounds, resolving to break Chen Wei’s arms and legs, leaving him completely disabled.

As for Leng Qianqian, he would make her fall from grace, tire of her, and then sell her off to those rich men for a hefty profit!

Otherwise, he couldn’t dispel the anger in his heart.

But before that, he needed to take a breather.

At the very least, he needed enough strength to take out his phone and call for backup.

Seeing the relaxed and smug looks on Chen Wei and Leng Qianqian’s faces, Kim Won-jung thought to himself, Laugh now, laugh as much as you can while you still can, because soon you won’t be able to!

Chen Wei couldn’t hear Kim Won-jung’s thoughts and was even less interested in them.

His gaze fell on the manager and he asked straightforwardly, "Which is the most expensive car you have here? Bring it over, I’ll buy it."

"Sir, are you sure? The most expensive car we have is that Wind Shadow Sports Car over there, valued at a hundred billion won."

While the manager believed Chen Wei was capable of fighting, he still thought that Chen Wei’s words sounded more like a joke.

Kim Won-jung, after hearing this, let out a laugh. A hundred billion won—about fifty million Great Xia currency, he wanted to see how Chen Wei, who was overestimating himself, would manage the situation after boasting such a claim!

It was a pity there weren’t many spectators around; otherwise, he could have made them lose even more face.

"Hmm, I’ll take it. Prepare the contract, and don’t waste time," Chen Wei confirmed with a nod.

"..." Manager.

"..." Kim Won-jung.

Fearing that Chen Wei might ask Leng Qianqian to kick him as well, given the precedent set by Kim Won-jung, the manager worried about what would happen if he didn’t oblige.

Helplessly, he had no choice but to agree and went to prepare the contract.

Money in one hand, a signature in the other.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes...

As time slowly ticked by, the strength that had originally drained from Kim Won-jung’s body gradually returned.

The pain was also not as unbearable as before.

He took out his phone, found his close brother, and sent him a message asking him to bring a hundred people over.

Kim Won-jung wanted to see if Leng Qianqian dared to throw a punch when faced with a hundred men!

If there was one thing Kim Won-jung had plenty of, it was brothers!

He knew the principle that two fists were no match for four hands.

In at most ten minutes, his men would arrive.

Before that, Kim Won-jung just hoped that the manager could buy him some more time.

When the time came, he would let the manager witness a great show as a reward.

To see how he would toy with those arrogant people from Great Xia, making them abandon their dignity and beg on their knees for mercy!

In a blink, another three or four minutes had passed.

The manager finally finished preparing the contract and the machine for the card swipe was ready.

"Mr. Chen, this is the contract. Take a look please, and if there are no issues, the total amount is ten billion won. We support payment with an equivalent amount of Great Xia currency,"

Despite having prepared for everything, the manager still couldn’t believe that Chen Wei could buy this car, a luxury sports car that many South Korean tycoons hadn’t managed to purchase.

That astronomical price of ten billion won had turned many a wealthy man pale.

If it were really bought, he worried he would go bankrupt immediately.

"Hmm," Chen Wei responded with a single word and then took out a bank card, placing it on the glass round table in front of the manager.

A black bank card?

"Hiss..." The manager took a sharp breath. Could it be that in Great Xia, black bank cards are common?

He only knew of Black Cards as a symbol of the top-tier wealthy.

Lifting it up, he looked closely, "Bl-Black Card!"

He never expected it to truly be a Black Card and was utterly dumbfounded.

"Hurry up and swipe the card. I’m in a rush to have a meal," Chen Wei glanced at Leng Qianqian, who was pressing her hands firmly against her stomach to keep it from making noise and feeling embarrassed.

Chen Wei felt that if this delay continued, he would starve her to death sooner or later.

Even if she didn’t starve to death, if she became ill from hunger, it would certainly be Chen Wei who felt the pain.

"Yes! Of course!" After learning that Chen Wei owned a Black Card, and despite not receiving a commission, the manager’s attitude still did a complete one-eighty.

A Black Card billionaire was someone he absolutely couldn’t afford to offend.

Kim Won-jung sneered internally.

He thought the manager was an idiot, believing in a toy one could buy easily off the street as if it were real.

How could he possibly have a Black Card?

Kim Won-jung had heard that people from Great Xia were extremely poor, unable even to afford tea eggs or pickled vegetables.

To them, a sports car costing ten billion won was an astronomical figure, something they could only look up to.

Without speaking, Kim Won-jung didn’t plan to provoke Chen Wei further before his guys arrived.

In his current state, doing so would be no different from seeking death—only a beating awaited him.

Kim Won-jung wasn’t an idiot—why would he knowingly march into a tiger’s den?

"Here, Mr. Chen, please enter your password," the manager handed over the machine.

Chen Wei received it, entered the password, and confirmed the transaction.

He had used this sort of thing many times before.

Then he handed it back to the manager.

After a glance at the screen that displayed the text, the manager took out his phone to confirm the account. He then excitedly stood up and bowed deeply at a ninety-degree angle, "Mr. Chen, I’m extremely grateful for your patronage!"

Chen Wei ignored him, picked up the pen, and signed his name on the contract.

He then asked the manager, "You’ll handle all the subsequent processes, right? No issues, right?"

"No issues at all, please rest assured. I don’t think I will let you down!"

Just kidding. This was a godly tycoon who casually spent ten billion won. The manager wouldn’t dare to offend or brush him off even if he had a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand times the courage.

In South Korea’s environment, if one offended such a wealthy person, it would not be strange to end up with eighteen bullets in the back on the way home from work and ruled a suicide.

Having been in society for so many years, how could the manager not understand this principle?

No matter the nationality, if you treat them like an ancestor and serve them well, you can’t go wrong.

"Let’s go," Chen Wei glanced at Leng Qianqian.

"Okay!" Leng Qianqian had been waiting eagerly for a long time, filled with excitement.

"Here is your Black Card," the manager handed it over with both hands.

Watching Chen Wei, Leng Qianqian took the keys from the manager, got into the car, started it, and drove away...

As if struck by lightning on a clear day, Kim Won-jung hurriedly took out his phone and sent another text to his iron buddies, only six words: Get away, don’t come anymore!