Master Head of the Dragon Soul novel Chapter 122

“C-Cut the crap! Can you toss out twenty million like it’s waste paper to you? Even the richest man in Jiangling can’t do that,” Xu Hai ranted. He was frustrated by the knowledge that he’d been set up. “You buy this place if you’re so rich!”

“I’m sorry, but twenty million is in fact like waste paper to me.” Chu Feng shook his head and tossed out a credit card with a wave. “Forty million. I’m buying this cafe.” His words were said in a calm way, but the reactions it elicited certainly weren’t; everyone’s eyes went wide, and someone even choked on their coffee.

“S-Sir, are you sure you want to buy our cafe for forty million?” the manager said with confusion and disbelief. Her price of twenty million was already an overestimate, but Chu Feng’s price was already enough to buy two of the same cafes. Heather was the only one who remained calm and smiling. For a man of Chu Feng’s caliber, forty million was practically nothing.

“Ha! You immature people actually take him seriously?!” Xu Hai burst out laughing after two seconds’ worth of hesitation, his expression full of condescension and dismissal. “Look at him! He looks like he doesn’t even have four hundred on him, let alone forty million. This is hilarious!” The manager’s face reddened, feeling like she'd been fooled.

Then, Chu Feng casually tossed out yet another credit card that froze the smile on Xu Hai’s face. As if he’d seen a ghost, Xu Hai took one look of disbelief at the card and exclaimed, “A Citibank black card? The minimum savings amount for this one is a billion!” As the son of an ABC branch manager, it was inevitable that he recognized this card, but what really shocked him was how a peasant like Chu Feng could have this card? What right did he have to get it? Unless… the card was a fake? Yes, it had to be! It must be fake! Xu Hai consoled himself internally like this.

“O-One moment please, sir. I need to consult the general manager.” The manager found herself stupefied. But since Chu Feng seemed completely serious, she didn’t dare delay and immediately called her superior on the phone.

Ten minutes later, a tall thirty-year-old woman drove up to the cafe in a BMW and respectfully handed over a contract. “Congratulations, Mr. Chu. The cafe is now yours.” A twenty-million profit for no reason? There was no way she wouldn’t take this deal! She was rich!