Chapter 42 Buying A Car
An hour later, Jonathan made it to the central business district of Jadeborough with his electric scooter.
As one of the most luxurious sports cars in the world, the showroom of a Lamborghini car dealership would put the brand’s competitors to shame.
Apart from the cheapest model that would cost the owner at least two million, there were another few limited edition exorbitant cars in the showroom.
To everyone’s surprise, someone with the look of a fugitive made his way to the store with an electric scooter.
“What’s that man doing here? Is he seriously thinking of visiting the showroom of such an exclusive brand?”
“Huh? Can he really afford a freaking Lamborghini when it looks like he doesn’t even have enough to purchase a spare tire of the brand?”
“Maybe he’s just a plumber or a technician! You don’t think he has anything more than a few hundred with him, do you?”
“He stinks! I can smell his odor when we’re a few feet apart from one another!”
Those around Jonathan engaged themselves in another round of heated discussion shortly after he pulled over at the entrance of the showroom.
It wasn’t much of a surprise because even the most inferior customer would show up at the showroom with a Mercedes-Benz or a BMW instead of an electric scooter that was half a decade old like Jonathan.
Minutes after he parked the electric scooter, Audrey, an arrogant sales assistant, got in his way and asked, “Hey, what are you doing here? Who allowed you to come in here?”
“What? Am I not allowed to be here?” Jonathan queried while furrowing his brows.
“We don’t need your service since everything in the store is fine!” Audrey answered with her face scrunched up in disgust.
“Did I mention I’m here to repair anything? Are you implying I can’t be a customer of yours?” Jonathan’s expression instantly chilled.
“Huh? You? A customer of ours? Why don’t you tell me if you can afford the cheapest merchandise or not? Are you aware an umbrella of ours costs more than a hundred thousand? It’s worth more than your electric scooter over there!” the sales assistant scoffed.
“What’s the matter? Can’t the owner of an electric scooter be the owner of a Lamborghini? You need to step aside and stop getting in my way!”
“I’m afraid I can’t if you’re merely here to shelter from the heat! If that’s not the case, are you here to take a few pictures to deceive the ladies in the club? If you can afford a freaking Lamborghini, I’ll get down on my knees and bow before you!”
Huh? Shelter from the heat? Take a few pictures to deceive others? Is something wrong with this sales assistant?
Jonathan’s face darkened in irritation—he couldn’t stand others insulting him when he would never rely on such petty tricks to get others to open up to him.
“Get me the manager at once!” Initially, he had no intention of making a fuss out of something trivial, which was why he told Harrison his presence wouldn’t be necessary. However, he couldn’t stand the snobbish woman looking down on him anymore.
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