Tycoon: I Have an Unlimited Modifier novel Chapter 140

Chapter 140: Chapter 103: Tacit Understanding

Upon seeing his rival, Qi Sheng, Zhao Lei instinctively sized him up from head to toe.

Around 6’1" and handsome.

Dressed in designer brands, his background was clearly impressive.

But he was still confident he could win the beauty’s heart.

Not every man could afford to drive a Maybach.

Sure, his Maybach was just an entry-level S400.

But with a starting price in the millions, it didn’t lack for prestige in the slightest.

No matter where he drove, it made him the center of attention.

Sure, Qi Sheng was a bit more handsome and a bit taller.

But when it came to real financial power, the guy was just an amateur.

Zhao Lei was very patient. He didn’t fly into a rage just because he was rejected.

"Since you have plans, Teacher Pei, I won’t bother you. Next time you’re free, I’ll book a table at Yu Zhilan in advance."

"Mr. Zhao, I really do have a boyfriend. I understand your intentions, but I truly only see you as a student’s parent. I hope you won’t waste any more of your efforts on me in the future."

With Qi Sheng by her side, Pei Yinyin inexplicably felt a surge of confidence.

She no longer had to be as cautious as before.

She was no longer terrified of offending a student’s parent and having them file a complaint.

And losing this hard-won job.

Zhao Lei’s expression turned ugly.

How could a man with such a high opinion of himself tolerate being handed a death sentence so decisively in front of his rival?

While Pei Yinyin went to change her clothes, Zhao Lei decided to change his strategy of aggressive pursuit.

First, he would deal a blow to Qi Sheng’s confidence.

He’d let him know the difference between a rich heir and a self-made millionaire.

"Bro, what kind of car do you drive?"

"Just a BMW 7 Series."

Qi Sheng had already guessed the man’s petty scheme and replied with a modest smile.

"A 7 Series?"

Zhao Lei was a little surprised. He hadn’t expected him to drive such a "mature" car.

At his age, he figured his family would have given him a BMW M3 or something similar.

"The 7 Series is nice. The entry-level model, after all costs, is probably around seven or eight hundred thousand, right?"

Zhao Lei figured that if Qi Sheng’s family could afford to buy him a 730, they were already quite well-off.

"More or less. What about you?"

Qi Sheng, having figured out the man’s petty intentions, was happy to play along and set the stage for him.

"SIGH, I just have a Maybach. It barely gets me around, good for picking up my kid. Can’t compare to you young folks!"

After so many years of hard work, Zhao Lei had amassed a net worth in the tens of millions.

He lived in a large, 200-square-meter apartment.

The car he drove was a Maybach S400.

In Chengdu, he had barely managed to squeeze into the ranks of the wealthy.

But there was still a considerable gap between him and the truly top-tier elite.

"A Maybach is definitely nice. The latest 680 model must cost 4 million to get on the road, right?"

Qi Sheng quite liked Maybachs himself.

He had previously chosen the slightly less prestigious BMW 7 Series only because his pockets weren’t deep enough.

"COUGH COUGH, mine’s an older model. I got it last year."

It was, after all, one of the top three dance schools in Chengdu.

With annual tuition in the tens of thousands, the students’ parents were naturally very well-off.

But the most eye-catching of all were two gleaming luxury cars.

A black Maybach and a blue BMW 7 Series.

Normally, a BMW 7 Series wouldn’t even be in the same league as a Maybach.

But this particular BMW 7 Series was a special custom edition.

Even the paint color was the very exclusive Yun Mulan blue.

A color that had, until now, only appeared on BMW’s limited edition models.

Pei Yinyin’s impression of Qi Sheng was still stuck in the time he helped Xu Ying move.

Even though she had learned a lot about Qi Sheng from Xu Ying, it was all just hearsay.

But when she saw Gu Feng jog over and open the rear car door for her, it instantly made her feel that taking the initiative had been completely worth it.

’Damn, it’s just a BMW 7 Series, and he has a chauffeur? Isn’t he laying it on a bit thick?’

When Zhao Lei followed them out and saw that Qi Sheng’s ride was just a BMW 740, he breathed a sigh of relief.

But then Gu Feng got out of the car with the air of a chauffeur and bodyguard.

It instantly elevated the status of the 7 Series by another level.

’Even with his net worth, he had never considered hiring a chauffeur for himself.’

’He’s overreaching. When your status doesn’t match your worth, you’re asking for trouble.’

’What’s there to show off about with a family fortune of a few tens of millions?’

’You need a net worth of at least a hundred million to justify having a chauffeur follow you around.’

"Hey, isn’t that the limited edition BMW 7 Series?"

Zhao Lei suddenly realized the car looked familiar.