Chapter 690

Usually, Lin Dongfan rarely pokes at others' sore spots; after all, doing so would lower their own quality.

Unless encountering the fated nemesis Xiao Li Zi, that's a different matter. Exposing Xiao Li Zi's old wounds, Fan Ye is dead serious—not seeking anything else, just seeking the word 'satisfying'.

Pretty boy!

These three words are like a bottle of makeup remover; with a splash, they hit Xiao Li Zi's face, instantly stripping away the carefully crafted 'successful person' image Xiao Li Zi had painted, revealing the raw truth.

In the showroom, a few stifled chuckles suddenly broke out.

Even the sales manager, who had received professional training and kept a straight face, felt an urge to laugh that they could hardly suppress, and the corner of their mouth twitched involuntarily.

Li Hengbo's face instantly shifted from a liverish hue to a dark purple, the hand gripping the gold cane bulging with veins, and the lame leg trembled with anger.

Li Hengbo hates two things most in their life: first, others bringing up their history of groveling to Chu Lingxi; second, others exposing how they rose to power by sucking up to a wealthy woman (Gao Lu).

Lin Dongfan's single sentence simultaneously set off both of Li Hengbo's sore spots!

"Lin Dongfan! Cut the crap here!" Li Hengbo nearly shouted, spitting: "You're just a little trash who rose to power relying on a red family pedigree, and you still have the nerve to spout off here?!"

"How come I can't spout off?"

Lin Dongfan seemed to have heard something amusing, strolling over to Chu Lingxi's side and naturally putting an arm around Chu Lingxi's slightly trembling shoulders, giving Chu Lingxi a reassuring look that said, "Watch your husband vent for you."

Then Lin Dongfan also gave Li Hengbo a sideways glance.

That glance was no different from glaring at a pile of dog shit on the roadside: "You cripple, do you misunderstand the three words 'little trash'? When I was fighting tigers and swatting flies in the anti-corruption battlefield, you were just a low-ranking village official in Qingzhu Village. Back then, who was scared into fleeing the officialdom in a panic?"

"……!!!"

Whenever the old matters are brought up, Li Hengbo chokes up, his eyes widening, looking exactly like someone who says, "Wind and snow have pressed down on Grandpa for years; Grandpa dares to be angry but not to speak."

Lin Dongfan chuckled lightly: "Now that you've latched onto Li Zhenyang's thigh, you're getting full of yourself, huh? Forgetting your own weight? I heard the winds are strong in Wu Zhou lately—watch out, Li Zhenyang might not even be able to keep their official hat."

As soon as those words were spoken, Li Hengbo's pupils shrank sharply, his heart jolted!

How could Lin Dongfan know about Wu Zhou's affairs?

And even point directly at Li Zhenyang?

Could it be……

Did that bastard Qian Youcai really spit out something crucial "on his deathbed"?

Impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

Li Hengbo forcibly suppressed his shock and anger, yelling hoarsely: "Stop spouting alarmist talk here! I see you've gone mad from poverty, trying to swindle a car with just your words here!"

"Swindle a car?"

Lin Dongfan laughed, looking around the Mercedes-Benz showroom with an air of disdain: "Just this? Honestly, even a Mercedes-Benz of this grade is nothing more than an ordinary commuter car in my eyes. It's only because my wife is kind-hearted and wants to support a joint venture that I've lowered myself to come take a look."

Fan Ye's words were nothing short of a blanket bombardment.

It directly blasted everyone at the Mercedes-Benz center, as well as all those present looking at cars.

Yet that tone somehow made it hard to get angry; instead, one felt…… this guy actually had a point—what's wrong with Mercedes-Benz? Are Mercedes-Benz cars reserved for nobles only?

Seeing her husband completely outclassed in the verbal sparring, Xu Yaqiu stomped her feet in anger.

Xu Yaqiu shouted back: "Lin Dongfan! Cut the bragging here! Don't like it? Don't like that your wife is still looking at S‑class models here? If you've got the ability, buy something better! Buy it! Who can't just talk big?"

"Better?"

Lin Dongfan raised an eyebrow, as if just noticing Xu Yaqiu, the gaze sweeping over the fur garment on her body, then said in sudden realization: "Oh, I forgot, Mrs. Li, you have this taste. You like to smash people with money, right? Buying an S‑class at five times the price—damn, that's really extravagant. I have to say, your country‑bumpkin image is portrayed quite vividly."

Lin Dongfan deliberately stressed the two words "country‑bumpkin", full of sarcasm.

"But……"

Lin Dongfan shifted tone, becoming languid: "Compared to wealth like yours, country‑bumpkin style, it's too cheap. I'm really afraid that once my bank card flashes, it'll blind your titanium‑alloy dog eyes."

"Go ahead and flash it! If you can today produce more than five times my money, I, Xu Yaqiu, will take your surname!" Xu Yaqiu flew into a rage, shouting heedlessly, thinking, "So you have money—big deal. As someone who's retreated from officialdom, I just don't believe you'd dare reveal your wealth!"

Li Hengbo also glared at Lin Dongfan with a sinister look.

Li Hengbo, like Xu Yaqiu, absolutely does not believe Lin Dongfan would dare to publicly flaunt his wealth.

After all, the Lin Family still has someone holding power in the officialdom; they have to consider the social impact to some extent—this is the political awareness a grown‑up should have.

Just as Li Hengbo was waiting to see Lin Dongfan's awkward expression of being caught between a rock and a hard place.

Lin Dongfan suddenly turned, hooking a finger at the sales manager who had been trying hard to stay low‑key: "Are you the manager here? Come over."

The sales manager hurried over, forehead beaded with sweat: "Lin… Lin Sir, what are your orders?"

Lin Dongfan didn't answer directly; instead, he took out his phone, dialed a number slowly and deliberately, and purposely put it on speaker.

The call was quickly connected.

From the other end came a respectful middle‑aged male voice: "Lin Sir, what are your instructions?"

That voice…… how familiar it sounded? Li Hengbo furrowed his brows.

Lin Dongfan spoke into the phone in a casual tone, as if chatting about today's weather: "Old Wang, I'm at your Mercedes‑benz center. This East City branch—I want to buy it outright. Yes, right now, a full acquisition. My wife wants to change cars later and come pick a vehicle from our own store, without being bothered by some riffraff."

Silence!

A deathly silence!

The entire showroom seemed to have been muted.

Buy……

Buy the whole 4S store?!

Just because his wife got annoyed while buying a car?!

The sales manager's legs went weak, nearly kneeling on the spot.

The surrounding customers and salespeople all gaped, their eyes nearly popping out.

Xu Yaqiu's arrogant expression froze completely, as if punched straight in the face, leaving her dazed.

Li Hengbo felt as if struck by lightning, staring fixedly at Lin Dongfan, truly unable to understand why this madman dared to be so arrogant—coming from an official family, he actually dared to show off in public!

However……

All these shocked gazes at the scene, in Fan Ye's view, were not worth worrying about.

I, the young master, have borne so much blame just to achieve my ideal of leaving office for business—what am I after? Nothing but to be carefree and unrestrained.

Showing off makes the young master happy!

What reason does the young master have to tuck his tail and act like a grandson?

Lin Dongfan put away his phone, as relaxed as if he had just ordered a takeout.

He looked at Li Hengbo, whose face was ashen, and gave a slight smile at a forty-five-degree angle: "Dead cripple, from this moment on this 4S store is mine. Really sorry, my young master's financial resources are somewhat formidable, my connections are also somewhat broad—I might accidentally crush you—how's your heart holding up?"