CHAPTER 134: CHAPTER 134: INTRODUCTION!

With the announcement of the first-prize winner, the entire auto show erupted. In contrast to the nervous managers of the high-end brands, those representing the mid-range cars were grinning from ear to ear. They knew that as long as the winner wasn’t a fool, it wouldn’t be their turn to bleed money today.

Immediately, the managers from over a dozen top-tier car brands went up on stage to see for themselves. They saw that Xia Liang had, in fact, won.

Only then did a faint smile touch Xia Liang’s lips.

"Now that everyone has confirmed, can I go pick out a car?"

The managers exchanged glances. Su Yi nervously aimed the livestream at the group, afraid they might try to renege on the deal. Many viewers in the livestream chat shared her concern.

"Do you think they could possibly back out?"

"Impossible. This is Qingyun City’s biggest auto show. If they reneged on the prize, the scandal would be huge!"

"I agree! These top luxury brands spend way more than the cost of one car on marketing every year."

"+1, they’re huge corporations. They’re not short on this kind of cash."

...

This was indeed the case. The situation became even clearer when they learned that Xia Liang had arrived in a car worth a mere 65 Yuan. Everyone immediately dismissed the idea of a private negotiation and called their respective bosses.

The answer was unanimous: Let him choose!

It was just one car, after all. However, the manager of whichever brand was chosen would have their bonus docked.

Even though their hearts were bleeding, the managers had to maintain smiling faces.

Qin Fen was pushed forward to act as the representative.

"Of course, Mister Xia, you can go look at the cars anytime now. You can drive off with whichever one you choose."

As Qin Fen finished speaking, cheers erupted both in the livestream chat and at the scene.

"DAMN! Awesome! Classy!"

"Worthy of a top-tier auto show!"

"They really are as good as their word!"

"I’m so envious of that guy on stage!"

"I’m dying of envy over here!"

...

Hearing this, Xia Liang nodded with satisfaction.

"Alright, which exhibit should we start with?"

Xia Liang glanced around. Almost no one dared to meet his gaze, afraid of being chosen. They were like elementary school students terrified of being called to the blackboard by the teacher.

Finding the whole situation rather dull, Xia Liang casually pointed to someone in the crowd. "You."

The chosen man’s body tensed, while those around him let out a collective sigh of relief, looking at him with a hint of sympathy.

The man he picked was the manager of the Bentley Section. He forced a smile that looked uglier than a pained grimace.

"Certainly, Mister Xia. I’m the manager of the Bentley Section. I’ll take you there right away. This way, please."

As the manager led Xia Liang toward the Bentley Section, the livestream viewers couldn’t help but roar with laughter.

"Even if your heart is bleeding, you have to face it with a smile! Keep it up! Go for it!"

"Hahaha! Please forgive me, I’m squealing with laughter!"

"Wait! Did you guys notice? Our one thousand Yuan bet is gone!"

"Damn right! Summer God Hao already won the bet!"

...

A large crowd followed grandly behind them. Xia Liang and Su Yi had just arrived at the Bentley Section, but before its manager could even open his mouth, the managers from the other brands started pitching in.

The Ferrari manager began, "Mister Xia, Bentley is a British luxury car brand..."

The Porsche manager added, "Mister Xia, this is an armored, extended Mulsanne priced at 15 million Yuan. You could be inside and survive a grenade thrown right outside..."

The Bugatti manager continued, "And not only that, the interior is extremely spacious..."

...

Seeing this, the Bentley manager felt like his lungs were about to explode with rage. As he watched the others pitch his cars so enthusiastically, his heart pounded in his chest, terrified that Xia Liang would actually make a spur-of-the-moment decision and pick one. He was all smiles on the surface, but inwardly, he had already cursed everyone a thousand times over.

What the hell? These are the cars in *my* section, do you all need to introduce them in such detail? You’re just afraid Xia Liang will go to your exhibits and pick one of your cars, aren’t you? Of course, if he hadn’t chosen me first, I’d be doing the exact same ’every man for himself’ thing.

And so, a bizarre scene unfolded.

The manager who should have been presenting his own cars was instead standing to the side, sweating bullets and constantly wiping his brow. Meanwhile, the managers from the other brands were frantically touting all the benefits of the Bentley models to Xia Liang and Su Yi.

The onlookers’ faces twitched, and the livestream audience roared with laughter.

You think you’ve seen it all, and then something like this happens! They had never witnessed such a comical scene before.

"Hahaha! This is killing me!"

"They’re so desperate to have him take a Bentley!"

"Of course! It’s a classic case of ’every man for himself’!"

"Look! That Bentley Section manager is turning green!"

...

The Bentley Section manager was tormented. Hearing all the selling points he was so proud of being listed by his competitors felt like a dozen swords piercing his heart.

But there was nothing he could do. He couldn’t possibly start bad-mouthing his own products, could he? If he did that in front of all these people, he’d lose more than just his bonus; he would almost certainly lose his job.

Fortunately for him, Xia Liang didn’t make a decision right away. He decided to look at all the options first and moved on from the Bentley Section.

Then, Xia Liang once again pointed his finger, randomly selecting his next "lucky" manager. Under the guidance of this fortunate man, they entered the Ferrari exhibit.

Unsurprisingly, the scene from the Bentley Section repeated itself at the Ferrari exhibit. This time, the Bentley manager, as if seeking revenge, pitched the Ferraris with even more enthusiasm than its own manager, who felt completely outdone.

After touring all the exhibits, Xia Liang finally made his decision: the Aston Martin One-77. He didn’t choose it for any particular reason; he simply liked it.

This certainly surprised quite a few people. After all, there were many supercars in the showroom worth 50 million Yuan, but Xia Liang hadn’t chosen any of them.

"Is this guy an idiot or what?"

"Exactly, passing up a 50 million Yuan sports car for one worth 45 million."

"Seriously. If it were me, I’d choose the most expensive one. Even if I just sold it, I’d make a huge profit."

"I agree! That Pagani Zonda—the ’Son of the Wind’—looked great, and it’s worth over 50 million!"

...

Once the contract was signed and Xia Liang officially owned the Aston Martin One-77, everyone else—with the exception of the Aston Martin manager, who had reportedly fainted in the restroom—couldn’t help but grin from ear to ear.

They each patted his shoulder.

"Don’t cry, get up and dust yourself off."

"Go for it! You’re the best."

"It’s only the bonus. What’s gone is gone."

"You’re a true hero!"

...

Listening to his colleagues’ "comforting" words, the Aston Martin manager just cried even harder.

A crowd escorted Xia Liang and Su Yi as they left the building. The Aston Martin One-77 was brought out as well. Many people followed them, their intentions clear: they wanted to get their hands on Xia Liang’s new car.

In their eyes, Xia Liang was just some poor kid who had stumbled upon a stroke of incredible luck. They figured he wouldn’t be able to afford the upkeep on such a car, so getting it off his hands for a low price would be the perfect opportunity.