Abraqi came up and slapped Bader's head.
"Bader, shut up."
After scolding Bader, Abraqi turned to Chen Zhao. "Mr. Chen, I'm sorry. My son was too rude to you."
Chen Zhao chuckled. What else could he do? Scold his son in front of his father?
Although Bader was in his rebellious phase, he was still in awe of his father.
Standing behind Abraqi, he secretly clenched his fist for Chen Zhao.
"Mr. Chen, what do you think of this car?"
"It's not bad. I don't think I've seen it on the market," Chen Zhao said.
"This is a Porsche 917,1960 commemorative edition. The entire design is the same as the 1960 version, but the engine is the latest model. Porsche only produced three, and this is one of them. If no one buys it, it'll be sold to another store in three months."
"How much?" Chen Zhao asked.
"Five million and four hundred thousand dollars." Abraqi looked at Chen Zhao, his eyes shining.
"Can I bargain?"
"Uh … Ha …" Abraqi rubbed his hands awkwardly and looked at Chen Zhao. "Mr. Chen, this is a Porsche car. It doesn't belong to me. I don't have the right to decide the price."
"Fine. Help me with the procedures and then I'll send you to my house."
Abraqi was overjoyed. He only earned a small amount from this car, but it was almost half of his monthly income.
A few beautiful female employees surrounded Chen Zhao, serving him tea and water.
One of them had helped Chen Zhao with the procedures when he bought a car.
When she saw Chen Zhao, she didn't come over immediately.
Instead, she went to the bathroom to touch up her makeup and then ran over to greet Chen Zhao.
Bader looked at Chen Zhao, who was surrounded by a group of beautiful women. He couldn't suppress the anger in his eyes.
He was the young master of this store, but the employees here never treated him nicely.
Yet, an outsider received such attention here.
It was said that women were easily jealous, but in fact, men were no less jealous than women.
After a while, Abraqi walked over to Chen Zhao. "Mr. Chen, the tires are changed. Only the two back wheels were changed. The front ones are fine, so they don't need to be changed."
Chen Zhao was a big client, but Abraqi didn't dare to cheat him of his money.
Losing a big customer for such a small amount of money was definitely the stupidest business.
Someone like Chen Zhao could buy a five-million-dollar sports car without even blinking.
Abraqi wouldn't kill the goose that laid the golden eggs.
Under the greetings of the female employees, Chen Zhao drove away.
But just as he reached the intersection, a figure suddenly rushed out.
Chen Zhao slammed on the brakes and heard a scream from the front.
Chen Zhao was sure that his car hadn't touched it. He was also sure that the person had jumped in front of his car on purpose.
Chen Zhao got out of the car and walked to the front. He looked at Bao 'er on the ground. Just then, Bader rushed out from the side.
"Kid, you …" Bader grabbed Chen Zhao's collar.
"My coat is a Baroness, $9,888. My shirt is a rabbit head, $3,888. I also have a team of lawyers under me that doesn't have any clients yet. My car is also equipped with a driving recorder." Chen Zhao looked calmly at the youth who was a head shorter than him. "Before you do anything, you have to confirm if your father is willing to pay the compensation."
Bader wasn't old, but he was still scared by Chen Zhao.
The so-called rebellious phase only happened to people close to you.
Most youths felt that their families allowed them to be rebellious.
That was why they vented their frustrations and unhappiness on their family members.
But others wouldn't give in to them, such as Chen Zhao.
"If you do anything, I can guarantee that you'll be sent to the juvenile detention center for half a year."
"You think I'm afraid of you?" Bader still looked aggressive, but his tone had softened.
Clearly, he also realized that it wasn't a good idea to work with his sister to blackmail Chen Zhao.
"Kid, you should learn to control your emotions." Chen Zhao patted Bader's cheek.
Bader was so angry that his face turned red. He gritted his teeth and stared at Chen Zhao.
"I'm going to kill you …"
"Just because of that, I can let you stay in the juvenile detention center for half a year."
Just then, Bao 'er pulled Bader away and smiled sweetly. "Sir, I'm really sorry about what happened earlier. We actually just wanted to play a little joke with you."
They didn't say the other half and blackmail Chen Zhao for some money.
Their father had a sizable sports car shop, but they didn't have much pocket money.
Their first impression of Chen Zhao was that he was rich.
Secondly, they thought that Chen Zhao wouldn't mind spending some money to solve a small problem.
Unfortunately, they were still too inexperienced.
Just then, a sports car of the same model as Chen Zhao stopped beside the three.
A tall, sexy woman wearing sunglasses alighted from the Porsche.
"Mom." Bao 'er's expression froze.
The woman came before Chen Zhao. She looked at the furious Bader and then at the panic-stricken Bao 'er. She immediately guessed that her child had gotten into trouble again.
"Sir, may I ask if my two children have offended you in any way?"
"Nothing, just a small misunderstanding." Chen Zhao glanced at the two children, not planning to pursue the matter.
After Chen Zhao left, Undine turned to look at the two kids.
There was no anger on her face, but Bao 'er and Bader could feel the frosty coldness from their mother.
"I thought that even if I don't send you back to the clan and keep you by your father's side, he'll still be able to discipline you." Undine's tone was extremely cold and her face was emotionless. "But I was wrong. Your father can't control you at all."
Their father, Abrach, was just an ordinary person, an ordinary businessman.
He didn't know how special his wife and two children were at all.
"Looks like I have to send you back to the clan land."
"No, no, Mom, don't send us back," Bao 'er yelled. "If you send us there, we'll die. We'll definitely die. Once we go in, we'll need at least three years to come out. I don't want to spend our adolescence there."
Undine's expression returned slightly. She also couldn't bear to send her children to the clan land.
If they were sent there, it would mean that they wouldn't see each other again for at least three years.
"Can you promise that you won't cause trouble again?"
"Yes, yes. I promise I won't cause any more trouble."
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