"Stole your sports car and helicopter? Heh, I think you might be using the wrong word. Whether it was the car or the helicopter, I paid for them with cold, hard cash. If you wanted them, all you had to do was offer more money, and they would have been yours. What's the matter? Don't tell me you people from the Middle East are short on cash?"
Fang Chenyi shrugged, speaking with a breezy, nonchalant air.
But while his tone was casual, his words nearly made Demo Did choke with rage.
'Seriously? My family is one of the top three crude oil suppliers in the Middle East, and he's asking if I'm short on cash? That's a blatant insult!'
'That's like asking if there are rocks on a mountain or water in the ocean.'
And yet, in both auctions, the man had well and truly crushed him with money!
