Chapter 1503: Calling White Black

Dignity and morality are things the rich say to others; for the poor, filling their stomachs is the greatest truth.

So whether it's 996 or 995, it doesn't really matter much.

Because if you have no money to eat, forget 996, even 777, you still have to work your ass off.

As for what the boss says, don't take it seriously, because that's a privilege of the successful.

Whether it's Ma Xiaoyun or Matcha Dong, when they started their businesses, they would humble themselves, but after succeeding, sitting in their private jets, drinking wine worth hundreds of thousands per bottle, they can certainly talk about ideals and social responsibility.

The reason is simple: they don't lack food.

Fan Baobao doesn't lack food either now.

So when she heard Manager He explain why not to take a loan, she furrowed her delicate brows and looked at him with some displeasure: "Why take a loan?"

"It's like this: we offer a lot of discounts for customers who finance their cars..." Manager He was a bit embarrassed but still patiently explained to Fan Baobao.

"Oh, I don't need discounts."

At that moment, Tan Kaixuan suddenly spoke up from the side: "Just swipe the card."

"Uh, alright."

Manager He nodded helplessly. There was nothing he could say; the rich are willful.

Tan Kaixuan quickly paid, and since it wasn't a limited edition, the store naturally had the car in stock.

"We at Lixing are the largest Mercedes-Benz dealer in the capital. If you need anything, feel free to come to us," Manager He said with a smile to Tan Kaixuan.

After all, this was a paying customer, so he had to be polite.

"No problem."

Tan Kaixuan smiled and nodded. One doesn't hit a smiling face; since the other was polite, he wouldn't keep him at arm's length.

Zhao Fusheng hadn't said a word; he didn't understand these things anyway, so he just quietly watched.

The car was handed over to the bodyguard to drive, and the group turned to leave.

"Wait..."

The bodyguard, who had just gotten into the car not long ago, got out with a strange expression.

"What's wrong, Old Jiang?"

Hu Donghai asked.

The other was his comrade-in-arms, now serving by Tan Kaixuan's side. According to Zhao Fusheng's wishes, Tan Kaixuan's entourage now consisted of veterans from Future Security.

There was no helping it; Old Tan was now worth several hundred million dollars. Zhao Fusheng felt that those not of our kind are of a different mind. It was better to replace a group of foreign bodyguards with his own people.

"The car is leaking oil," the bodyguard surnamed Jiang said bitterly to Hu Donghai.

"Leaking oil?"

Hu Donghai was startled, his voice inadvertently loud, and Zhao Fusheng and the others behind him all heard him.

"Old Hu, what's going on?" Zhao Fusheng frowned and asked Hu Donghai.

Hu Donghai turned and explained to Zhao Fusheng: "Old Jiang says the car seems to be leaking oil."

What?

This time, both Zhao Fusheng and Tan Kaixuan were stunned.

Zhao Fusheng waved his hand: "Check it."

Hu Donghai and a few bodyguards quickly gathered around and began inspecting the car.

A moment later, Hu Donghai stood up with a strange expression and nodded to Zhao Fusheng and Tan Kaixuan: "Chairman Zhao, Chairman Tan, this car is indeed leaking oil."

Holy shit!

This time, both Tan Kaixuan and Zhao Fusheng were dumbfounded. Especially Tan Kaixuan, whose face immediately darkened.

He had originally planned to give Fan Baobao a gift, but after buying a car, before even driving it out, they discovered it was leaking oil.

What if Fan Baobao drove it and something happened?

Thinking of the consequences, Tan Kaixuan's face grew even darker.

Meanwhile, Zhao Fusheng's expression was equally terrible.

A car worth over a million, and it turned out to be leaking oil. Although he didn't care about the money, the problem was that it was a joke!

"Old Hu, arrange for someone to take Miss Fan home," Zhao Fusheng said, taking a deep breath to calm himself, then instructed Hu Donghai.

Regardless, Fan Baobao shouldn't stay here.

Tan Kaixuan also nodded and said to Fan Baobao: "You go back first; we'll handle this here."

Fan Baobao wasn't stupid; she naturally knew that Tan Kaixuan and her husband would demand an explanation for this, whether from Mercedes-Benz or Lixing Sales.

Without saying more, she told them to be careful and left with the people Hu Donghai had arranged.

Zhao Fusheng and Tan Kaixuan exchanged glances. Before they could speak, Manager He had already rushed over.

"Gentlemen, gentlemen, what's going on?" Manager He was completely confused. How could the car have stopped after driving such a short distance, and they hadn't even left the store yet.

"Manager He, right?" Tan Kaixuan spoke first, sneering at Manager He: "Do you have surveillance video in your store?"

"Surveillance?"

Manager He was startled, then nodded: "Yes. What, have you lost something?"

Tan Kaixuan sneered: "It's not that we've lost something; I want to confirm first, so no one denies it later."

"What do you mean?"

A sense of foreboding suddenly rose in Manager He's heart.

Zhao Fusheng looked at Manager He and said calmly: "If possible, please contact Mercedes-Benz headquarters immediately. My friend and I need an explanation for why a new Mercedes-Benz sedan is leaking oil."

Leaking oil?!

Manager He's face changed, and he shook his head repeatedly: "Impossible, gentlemen, are you joking? This is a Mercedes-Benz; how could such a thing happen?"

Then he snorted: "You probably don't realize what you're doing, do you?"

Clearly, he didn't believe Zhao Fusheng and Tan Kaixuan at all, thinking they were deliberately causing trouble.

Shaking his head helplessly, Tan Kaixuan couldn't be bothered to explain further.

Zhao Fusheng, however, was very calm. He pointed at the car parked there and said to Manager He: "The car is there; you can check the surveillance footage. It will be clear whether we tampered with it."

He paused, his voice suddenly sharpening, and said word by word: "But I hope you understand, Manager He, that although Mercedes-Benz is an internationally renowned brand, my friend and I are not people who can be easily fooled. Regardless of what your company or Mercedes-Benz thinks, I believe this matter requires an explanation!"

When something like this happened, Manager He's first thought was to shift blame rather than remedy the mistake. This made Zhao Fusheng quite disappointed with the car sales company called Lixing, so naturally, he didn't mince words.

Respect me a foot, I respect you a yard.

Since the other party didn't show respect and didn't treat customers as gods, why should he swallow the insult?

"Explanation?"

Manager He was startled, then laughed: "Fine, then please go back and wait. We'll return the car to the factory for repairs and get back to you."

"No need." Zhao Fusheng waved his hand: "The car is leaking oil now. My friend and I no longer trust Mercedes-Benz, so we demand a full refund."

Refund?

Manager He was taken aback, then laughed: "Sorry, sir, we cannot comply with that request. According to our policy, your situation falls under the three guarantees. Based on my experience, it's likely an engine problem. We'll replace it with a brand-new engine for you..."

What?

This time, Zhao Fusheng and Tan Kaixuan were dumbfounded. They looked at each other and suddenly both laughed.

It had to be said, this Manager He was quite a character!

Clearly, the Mercedes-Benz was leaking oil, yet he dragged in the three guarantees and even confidently said they would fulfill the agreement and replace the engine.

It sounded quite responsible.

But the problem was, this was a brand-new car that hadn't even been driven on the road. Tan Kaixuan had spent over a million, and before it had gone a kilometer, he had to replace the engine? What kind of twisted logic was that?

Looking at Manager He, Zhao Fusheng said flatly: "Manager He, can you take responsibility for what you say?"

"Of course."

Manager He then wiped the smile off his face and said seriously: "Sir, you probably don't know Lixing's reputation. There's nothing in the capital that we can't handle!"

"That's good." Zhao Fusheng smiled faintly.

Originally, he had wanted to settle things quietly, but now, he wanted to see how they would 'handle' him!