"I'm telling the truth. As long as the price is right, I'll buy two sets at once." Yang Mo's voice was calm, clear, and unshaken.
Although his words rang with sincerity, in the eyes of the lobby manager and Xiao Tang, he might as well have claimed to own the moon. They both looked at him like he'd just said something utterly insane. Dressed plainly and still a student, how could someone like him afford to buy two units in the prestigious King of the Building estate? Let alone two entire homes—he probably couldn't even afford a single bathroom!
"Don't make too big a deal out of it, young man," someone in the crowd finally said, the voice thick with sarcasm. "So, what price do you have in mind?"
Without skipping a beat, Yang Mo replied, "Twenty percent off. If I can get that for both units, I'll pay right away."
The air froze.
Gasps and mutters rippled through the onlookers. A 20% discount on two luxury units? That wasn't a minor markdown—it was a small fortune. It wasn't like he was haggling over vegetables at the market; this was high-end real estate.
Even those who'd come just to spectate found themselves doing silent math, mentally converting percentages into tens or even hundreds of thousands saved. Some couldn't help but glance at Yang Mo with a little awe. Was he bold, clueless… or actually rich?
Xiao Tang let out a sharp snort. "Crazy. Why don't you just ask them to give it to you for free? You open your mouth and ask for 20% off like it's pocket change. Are you sure you're not delusional?"
Despite Xiao Tang's ridicule, others in the crowd were starting to second-guess themselves. After all, who had the guts to walk into such a place and make demands like that unless they could back it up?
A few people whispered among themselves:
"Maybe he's bluffing."
"Could be some kind of stunt."
"But what if… what if he's for real?"
With every eye locked on him, Yang Mo remained composed. The lobby manager, however, was starting to boil. He couldn't afford to be embarrassed in front of so many onlookers. Gritting his teeth and consumed by the desire to expose Yang Mo, he stepped forward.
"Fine!" the manager barked. "You want 20% off? You got it. But let's see if you can really pay up!"
The crowd collectively sucked in a breath.
Even Xiao Tang's smug expression faltered.
The offer was real. But so was the trap. Everyone could tell—the manager was throwing down the gauntlet. He believed Yang Mo would flinch, freeze, or flee. That he would be unable to pay and humiliated on the spot.
But Yang Mo just looked around calmly.
"I hope everyone here can be a witness," he said, his voice strong but courteous. "This manager just promised me a 20% discount. If I pay now, that price stands and the deal must be honored."
The manager scoffed, but his voice betrayed a tremor. "In front of all these people, I keep my word. If you can really pay, we'll sign the contract immediately. Don't think you can weasel out now."
"Good," Yang Mo nodded, pulling out his phone. "Let's make sure everything's on record."
He turned on the camera and stepped closer.
"Please state it clearly, on video," he said. "Building 27, two units, originally priced at 5.2 million each. With a 20% discount, that brings the total to 8.322 million. Confirm this."
The manager gritted his teeth and looked into the camera. "Yes. If you can pay 8.322 million, we'll sign the contract on the spot. Both units on the 27th floor will be yours."
Yang Mo followed up smoothly, "Any additional fees after that?"
Xiao Tang, clearly flustered now, scoffed loudly and even held his stomach in mock pain. "Ugh, this guy! Still acting! Let's see how long he keeps this up."
The manager responded curtly, "No. That will be the full payment. No hidden costs. That's my promise."
The air turned electric. No one dared blink. Everyone watched with bated breath as Yang Mo calmly reached into his pocket.
Then he pulled it out—a sleek, elegant Black Gold Bank Card.
The moment it left his pocket, a low murmur surged through the room like a wave.
Those who had experience with wealth and high finance recognized it instantly.
"Is that—?"
"The Black Gold Card…?"
"Holy… that's an LP customer card! You can't even get that unless your account has tens of millions in liquidity!"
"You can't judge a book by its cover after all…"
Even Xiao Tang, loud and mocking just seconds ago, went stiff with disbelief.
And just like that, the tide turned. Yang Mo didn't just silence the doubters—he stunned them.
The boy who'd walked in looking like a student now stood tall, the weight of wealth and confidence in his hands. The silence that followed was thunderous, broken only by the beating hearts of those who had just realized:
They'd grossly underestimated the man standing before them.