His eldest uncle asked, "Xu Yun, do all these cars belong to your company?"
"No, Yu Xuan probably rented them."
That made them feel a little better.
'At least he didn't buy them,' they thought.
Still, even if they were rented, this was incredibly extravagant.
Just as they were reeling from the fact that Xu Yun used Mercedes-Benzes for his entourage, Yu Xuan pulled up in Xu Yun's white Bentley.
The contrast was instantly obvious.
Its looks, its presence, its sheer sense of high-class luxury—it instantly blew the two Mercedes E-Classes out of the water.
Mercedes E-Classes were a common sight in a small county town, but a white Bentley Flying Spur was not.
Even the two drivers from the rental company stared at the car with envy, wishing they could take it for a spin.
His youngest uncle asked, "Is this car rented too?"
"This one isn't. I bought it for my daily drive."
His youngest uncle was speechless.
